I Am Not Going to Stand For It

 I have been a Line deputy since age of 1.5 on waikiki.  I am metering out a punishment system at this time for almighties I believe in who are heinously gifted, but cruel to me thus there would have been no chance for society at this point.  Aaron Rodgers is the top mark and he is being handled first by myMarion County Supermax warden and Line deputy Matt, and now his whole crew.  Anything you see of Aaron is prerecorded with preordination or just plain Wiccan imagery.  Joe Burrow, head of crack trade at this time is in bare feet, jeans, and a parka in an unheated wharehouse in Detroit now under the direction and observation of FBI head Jack Forrest who headed the whole Federal Penn system in the 70's when he was imprisoned at Levinworth for basically just being more mystically gifted and mischievious than the police.  He grew up in Hyland Park, a very ruthless suburb of Detroit where girls would carry bricks and scaples in their purses.  He sees a lot of himself in Joe.  I exspunge Jack's record now and he is now the ONLY FEDERAL JUDGE LEFT, appointed in FLORIDA.  They will call him the hang em judge because the Klan will knoose the defendents up right after.  jack went by THE UNDERCOVER BLACK MAN in the 70's and is white British royalty.  Well, I am sorry, Joe, you are too.  We want you to win this weekend and in the SUperbowl.  I do not want your feet to freeze so I got you these little pink fuzzy almost uGGY looking slippers that are Jenni brand from France.  That is my brother Pete.  Your woodworking project is going smashingly, but if you even think of making a pipe of any sort, Pete, Jack, and Ojibwe Chief Dan will know because they have tunneled through since one hour and a half ago and they will smash your right hand with a ball peen hammer.  That is funny, but not a joke.  I am writing on the fly because I must go soon up to Cub in Blaine to train for my new online shopper position.  I am going early with books, phone with headphones and music, snacks, a grat attitude and smile, a notebook and pen, my Rinpoche scarf, my wallet, keys with stuff on chain, and the love and admiration of JJ Watt for his baby Jenny.  It is now time to drink my hot Columbian coffee brought to Cub from Bogata by Jorge Hernandez, head of coke cartel and my federali partner.  Jorge, I make it special for you and me and put some coco in there too.  Love all of you.  Jennifer