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------------------------------------ There was a large painting of Evel Knievel shaking hands with Richard Nixon. It hung in the Mayors office. Late one evening after everyone went home. I took it down to the lab. I zoomed in on Evel’s left eye a 100x and enhanced it. It was an address. I went to the address. It was a modest, 1970’s style, split level ranch home in the suburbs.
----------------------------------- Inside I found a dead parrot lying on a waterbed. I revived the parrot with some saltines and adrenaline. We became good friends. The parrots name was Randy. One night a few years later while Randy and me played Gin Rummy, he sang me a song about a fire. The title of this blog was never mentioned but I sensed it, and Randy confirmed it by giving me ‘THE LOOK’.
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yeah I think we have torture and the war on terror all wrong.
Take all the prisoners in Guantanamo Bay and tease em with some really hot chicks. If they tell us everything they know and it checks out… they get to spend the night with the ladies. Then we take them back to the Middle East and let them go. I promise you the next day 500 dudes would show up waving white flags with Osama’s head on a stick.
Scarlett Johansson you can end this!
hookersorcake reblogged this from and added:
(via happytits) yeah I think we have torture and the war on terror all wrong. Take all the prisoners in Guantanamo Bay...
