Thursday, January 24, 2019
Bringing HOCKEY to Cheney and the DOD
So with the addiction research reveal that is happening this week, I will announce that it is coming to me around my new Happy Hour spot. They have a free chips and salsa bar. It is called LaCasita, in Columbia Heights. If you call and want to be deranged, I'm sure the Starship Troopers at Columbia Heights Police Department will handle you, very creatively. If you want to challenge my methods and theories, and background, you can find me at Fridley Starbucks. Russia and I sit here alone at just before 6 am. Bring it on AA. I notified The United Nations about your methods and theories years ago. In no place in Russia, or in The Eastern block, are there any Twelve Step groups and they are better people for it. I will also announce that I am making that restaurant/ bar a HOCKEY Bar. Booguard, you are welcome any time. I met a Shoreview hockey stud the other day and everything started turning up hockey and treatment, even though we are watching other sports like football there. There will now be an evolution in that sport (hockey). Injuries will not lessen yet, but guys placement on the bench will. It will be so hierarchical (alpha male), baby. I also must say that I had a pleasant surprise on the bus this morning. Dick Cheney got on with a hunting hat on and a bright yellow vest for masonry. He looked so good, and it was great to see him again. Our telepathy is so natural, but he was testing, through my movement responses, my ability to retain telepathy without sound. Our telepathic conversation was hilarious. That sound could be seen as hallucination by psychiatry. After all I have been through, especially the head trauma on Oahu, and the loss on my telepathy at the age of 3 due to electrical and water torture (by the military), with also freezing weather and liquid while threatening to separate Peter and I for good or hurt him to a point of paralysis so he could not reveal his unconscious dream of a new sport to The Royals of The Middle East, called telepathic royal hockey (hockey played by royals on ice with all royals in attendance AND on the team). Coaches can be commoners, but not part of the telepathy. His wizardry would make even outdoor ICE a synch. Once the game was done, Prince Colleed, of Saudi Arabia, could bring his camels from his camel reservoir to skate on the ice. Colleed, I loved WEDNESDAY, the baby camel you had Robert Irwin bring onto Jimmy Fallon last night to show me that you are preparing me a special friend for The Middle East. Dick knows that the last 15 years was then followed by the quadrilateral torture (after I opened to channel my medium nature of all mimicry and empathic qualities) that I worked scientifically to gain it back. Dick thought that sound would definitely be a side effect. I guess I am a success. Are you proud of your little E.T. experiment, Dick? The DOD is now in hot water, but I set you free. Male hockey will be the new DOD experiment beginning with bench telepathy. Dick, you were there for me in Muncie, and we work so well as a team. I smiled so wide at him and he just had his knowing facial expression. No exploding buses around you, Dick. Thank you, Minneapolis crew, for getting him here so quickly, and onto my bus right when I was there. Maybe there will be more surprises in this early morning as the sun rises and the temperature drops.
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