It is propaganda time. It is propaganda time. It is Propaganda; propaganda; propaganda, Prropagandaaaa thyyyymmmme.

“What’s the subject to day, good sir?”

Outwofar chimes in with a little Dick Tracy voice, “Well Johnny, I suppose we should have chat about the “sish.”

For all you younger noders think sin city when referencing the D.

(Outwofar dances in chair like a young drink slut before acting as if he pulled his neck muscles. Rubs his neck furiously. )

“Maybe a little too much D that time.”

AH. The D,

Can’t do too much without, out you.
Love,

Mr. Johnny Fingaz

P.s. My desire grows until it over flows the surrounding banks, and raises ranks and over takes tanks.

(Mr. Fingaz hands the mic to Outwofar)

“No thanks, I have my own problems to spank. Plus, your allegory stank like it was coming from the flank. Is that all you can make. I hope it is just a prank. No matter the skank, no matter the frank, a wank is just a wank. All fake. That is the shake, no shank. No spark yet, you crank and you crank. So, here mate just walk the plank until your ankles clank. Go find a plug so you can come out of the dark.”

(Mr. Fingaz picks up the mic outwofar dropped.)

“There you have it folks, never play with a shark. There bite will leave a mark.”

Sorry, sorry, I just have to be fair. I don’t really care, but a dare is a dare; and comments they come in a pair. Tit is an exchange, like the right and then the left, just as if you must have both eyes for a blank stair case.

Moreover, two eyes in a wink.

Remember a one-eye man can only blink very slowly to show intention.

Knowledge is power, my friends.

Some Friday the thirteenth super stitching going on. Want a joint end?

Anything sowed into your brain while you were unaware, a twisted vision from the awaiting body of a demonic soul?

What the fuck are you talking about?

Oh, you know what I am talking about, Mr. fingaz.

I am talking about talkin’ to those who are talking, they have no reason to be talking yet they keep talking. That is what I am talking about, what you talkin’ ‘bout?

“H-
Uh”
“I
Suppose
It was
Nothing.”

Fucking.
Insolence.

Pride or haughtiness manifested in contemptuous and overbearing treatment of others; arrogant contempt; brutal imprudence.

Which basically means, when someone says I am better than you even without saying it directly.

Like when religious people do not accept homosexuality into their community even though they have gay sex regularly.

It is like saying, “You didn’t care to address a certain issue I found important within the first 15 minutes of your documentary Mr. Gore, so I decided to stop watching it.”

That is pretty fucking arrogant (having or revealing an exaggerated sense of one's own importance or abilities) and showing no respect (contempt) to “Mr.Gore”, if you ask me. And if it was the same Al Gore that I am thinking of would you have still phrased your comment in such a manner?

“Gee. When you put it that way, maybe I was a tad insolent, and honestly, I don’t have to consider the “tone” of any of my previous messages to understand the behavior I expressed was rather immature and deserving of any backlash. Perhaps next time, I will just keep to myself any criticism if it is not going be delivered in a positive way.”

Precisely my point, you never cared about the response of other person, you were only interested in flagellating others; not even Dawn dish soap can get things that sparkly clean.

Let us take this back a step though, Religious Homosexuality.

Pakistan might not be as porn crazed as fox news as reported, I do not know if the stats were adjust for per capita ratios. The reality is reality, Pakistan porn searches would be of the smuttiest of smut to those in Pakistan, and it just goes practically UNREPORTED.

Until Now.

I mean, these men are lewd by their own standards, the things they do REGULARLY in private are considered obscene. I am jumping to conclusions, but if it is just a curiosity why the trend on google? Could it be because male on male sex is widely accepted in these secular nations yet it is unspoken rule to keep their raging desires a secret?

I don’t know, but it is interesting though. I don’t suggest openly gay Mexican males JUAN-during over there without a personal firearm, government issued or not, I think they have some unresolved issues.

Ok, fine, back to the point.

The same problem presents itself with different issues, like with muggings at knifepoint in the United Kingdom when compared to the impervious Japanese nation.

For that matter, any statistic when compared against Japan. What the fuck is up with this country? IS there something in the water they are drinking or perhaps the soil?

And don’t say it is the radiation, we have radiation all over New Mexico. New Mexico also has natives connected to their ancient heritage as well, so what the fuck is up, man?

I am not saying I hate New Mexico. Completely. The mountains are beautiful.

I also had Colon cancer, I drank the water, now I am cured. It also could have been the special brownies I made, not officially saying which one did the trick, all I know the Doc has been tracking my nodes, and everything looks positive.

I kid. As I write this, the only colon trouble I have is in my writing.

When someone is talking to you because you were talking to them, why do you turn around and ignore them?

Do you have Alzheimer’s?

Are we talking about hash?

Oh yeah, The Peppermill in Las Vegas has the best hash ever. It is fucking delicious; with some concentrated marijuana, it cures hangovers.