Nate Phelps

Fred's son, has come out with this revelation from the man who says that "GOD," as so named, "HATES," as if such simple passion flowed from such One,-- well you know the rest:


"It didn’t take us long to figure out that one of the easiest ways to make money was to hit the bars in the evening. Friday and Saturday night would find 10 to 12 year old children working their way through dark taverns, selling their candy while strippers performed a few feet away. More than once, the violence that is inevitable in such places resulted in direct injury to one of us. Yet in spite of this obvious danger, we were required to continue this for over seven years."

The Pastor sent his children to sell candy at bars. Yeah.

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Udahostatesman

It just had to be done at some point. I do but kid The Statesman, though I wonder why they choose to lead with the inelegant butchery of their governor's amphibic surname by this man.

This man with so much beard.



What is the phonology of U-Ott-Not? Is the accent on the second syllable? If this isn't supposed to be read as one word, why, pray tell, did he use those two hyphens? I'll bet he thinks there is a grammar going on with the, you know, prefixification he's doing. Off base, though. See, he should have written U "Ott" Not or--even better-- You "Ott" Not. He's already scrunching letters, so why not conjure some non-text-messagese spelling skills and save your puns for when they'll have a real impact on your audience (which is, it seems, pedestrians and photographers looking for batfuck-nutty protest banners).

Also, if you don't read the cast of headlines at right, then you don't know how much of the 'Ho there is to deal with.

How Do You Netaphor?

And which is a worse shit, horse or bull? This was the proposition on the floor of a friend's debate on his team, the above named. You see, a certain player to remain unnamed beseeched unto the folks in stripes that a call was, well, I won't say whether he named the nature of the official's perceptions and conceptions as thither up from the hanging pair of that of a stud or that of a steer, but, well, let's just say, after this game, the boys grumbled not about whom or even whether one received an unsporting whistle from the referee, but what style of shatted talk was the shittiest. Sometimes one gets too razzled by a call or how to.

I figure bullshit is worse because I think some people'd lie more about what they'd feed to what they'd sell or eat than what they ride on and like.

Anyway, here's an email I got today from the local internet e-stoop-&-corner exchange:


[Laramie Freecycle] Offer: Horse manure‏
From: laramiefreecycle@yahoogroups.com on behalf of Mernie Younger (*******@yahoo.com)
Sent: Wed 5/13/09 1:01 AM
To: LaramieFreecycle@yahoogroups.com


Free horse manure, close to town, I'll load pick-ups or trailers. Very good, old manure.

Yes, contact Mernie.

Fortunately, my garden gets manure from the dog's owner's lady's Arabian.

Oh, sorry, has anyone else noticed that you get one f-word in new PG-13 movies besides this TomW person and one of the plebeian-reviewer's, B.E Beechler, at Amazon?