#best furry husband poll | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

bublp0pr · 7 years

Text

Thaaaaat’s politics!

fanfiction idea:

A story focussed around an NPC character. Minimal to no reference to Sans, Papyrus, Alphys, Undyne, Mettaton, Asgore, Toriel.

(I mean, obviously to put things in motion you need a bit of a catalyst so I’ll include Flowey to make things interesting, but still)

So Flowey is playing around with his power and has a friendly chat with the “Thaaaaaaat’s politics” bear. And he goes “You know, mister, you really should run for mayor.”

Now, Bear has a crush on the inn keeper, who lost her husband in the Core accident and is now a single mother running the business on her own. But he’s never had the courage to actually confess. The little bun needs a responsible role model in their life and he’s not sure he can fit that bill. Flowey manipulates him, saying that he could impress her if he became mayor. This is the turning point for him and he becomes driven to make this happen and rock the boat.

He starts gathering support from the other under appreciated NPCs in Snowdin. We take a little look under the hood at the 1 dimensional characters, flesh them out a bit with relationships and backstory, establish their families and personalities etc. as Bear tries to convince them to meet in the centre of town.

They congregate together and have a discussion that raises some pretty convincing points about some of the not-so-sensible things Asgore has put in place and all the discontent that happen under the current system

(Papyrus is there too i suppose, he personally doesn’t see the problem with dangerous puzzles at every turn and “overcrowding” just means more chances to make friends in his opinion. He does get mildly concerned when people point out that their only law-enforcement is by an over powered fish lady with low impulse control and mild anger management issues, who doesn’t even live in Snowdin or understand their town’s core values... Sans is just too lazy to even bother showing up. But never mind them! Who needs main characters?! pffft)

At the end of the day, they agree to send out some representatives to the capital to bring their concerns to the capital and demand that they be given the right to have their own mayor. A very confused king listens to them over a cup of tea agrees lets them hold an election.

And here’s where Flowey has to come back in to keep the story interesting. Because underhanded political feuding is something he’d love to get his sneaky little vines all tangled in.

Bear runs of course but so does the shopkeeper, Dogaressa, Grillby (not that he wanted to, he hates public speaking. But his customers pushed him into trying because of how well-liked he is), one of the ladies who writes the newspaper and Sans (again, someone else volunteered him, more for the joke of it. Papyrus confronts him about it, [insert pun here] and he somehow pulls out before it’s even started.)

He starts the campaign out strong, trying to gain respect in the community and presenting strategies for re-allocating their resources to improving the lifestyle of locals. But with Flowey as his campaign manager, this isn’t going to be a clean fight >:)

Flowey knows what makes people tick: empty promises, bribes, scandal, blackmail, slander. Again and again he offers to “help” Bear win the election. It starts off with harmless suggestions, nothing he’d feel... uncomfortable with. Just a little leverage. That’s all. At the start Bear insists that he’s better than that. He got into this thing to clean up this town, not step on monster’s toes to gain power.

The town starts to divide into different sides of support. Everyone really gets into the festivity of the thing, with parades, posters, flyers and all sorts of stuff. Monsters raise good points and get inventive with how they sell their persona. Conversation on the UnderNet is abuzz about this new system and what it could mean for other locations such as Waterfall and Hotland in the future. Polls about who people think will win turn up in the newspaper. Mettaton starts a TV special promising full coverage of the story. There’s a new energy to the place that the monsters hadn’t even realised they’d been missing.

Unbelievably, it’s the lesser encounter enemies that start to become the main demographics for voting. Making allowances for the anarchist desires of the teenage gangs in the woods, promising better treatment of Gyftrots in future with more efforts to raise awareness of the mistreatment during this gift-exchanging holiday, the removal of the snowball tax, distribution of more caps for icecaps, more union breaks for Royal Guardsman (Sans is mysteriously always suddenly very present when people bring up this one)

But the competition starts to become more ruthless (thanks to some intervention from anonymous plant sources) And slowly, as he gets more desperate, he gives in starts to try out some of Flowey’s “friendly suggestions”. (Thaaaaaats politics!)

I saw Dogamy with a certain bunny at Grillby’s the other night... Haha. Can’t you keep a collar on that husband of yours Dogaressa?

What would Undyne say if she found out about all those “dog treats” you’ve been sniffing Doggo? My my, if someone were to... oh, I don’t know, tell her. What would she do I wonder?

So you want out of your job sending ice to the Core, Ice Wolf? ...I know a guy. That can be arranged.

One by one, the competition drops out in fear, stress or shame. There’s some last minute underdog candidate but they haven’t so much as shown their face since signing up (does it really even count as running if they just suddenly trot into the room and leave a paw print on the ballot paper and then running away again before people could make copies ; ) ??) Bear looks like he’s going to win.

Feeling confident about his chances, the night before election he builds up his courage and goes to confess his feelings to the innkeeper. She rejects him because of the awful way he treated her sister, (Flowey had threatened to distribute her secret cinnamon bunny recipe to every vendor in the underground). He goes to Grillbys and tries to drink his feelings away. Grillby remains silent, but Bear knows he’s judging him. “Tt’s all that flower’s fault!” He’d moan. “I didn’t want this. I didn’t think it would be like this!”

Flowey’s waiting for him outside when he leaves for the night. He’s not happy that his toy is acting so irresponsibly the day before election. They deserve a small scolding, a little reminder of who’s really in charge here. There’s too much at stake here. Once Bear becomes mayor, Snowdin will be his. An entire town in his pocket! The possibilities are endless... He can’t afford stupid mistakes so close to getting his prize.

Bear, with a little liquid courage still in his system, stands up to Flowey. He says that he can’t take this anymore and has decided to step down.

...

Flowey doesn’t like being told no.

Perhaps he wasn’t clear enough. Did he honestly think that Flowey had dirt on every person in Snowdin and couldn’t tear his reputation apart too? “I’ll tell Asgore what you’ve done... I’ll tell him every single dirty crime you’ve committed for this. Hehehehe! We’re in this together you and I! To the very end.”

Bear has no choice. In dismay he goes back to his home, ashamed of the monster he has now become.

The next day, Asgore himself visits Snowdin for the counting of the votes. Bear looks up at that stage like a man looking at his own guillotine. From the trees, Flowey watches with a keen eye. He’s already tampered with the votes. Snowdin’s as good as his. He just needs to make sure there’s no funny business.

Bear searches through the crowd of people and spots the innkeeper. Walking over to her, he apologises for everything he’s done and what he’s about to do. “Wait, what? What you’re about to... Bear?” He’s already walking towards the stage. A fluffy white dog is sleeping on one side of the stage. It looks quite comfortable despite the noisy location. Asgore smiles at him as Bear takes his place on the stand. The dog is the first to speak. With a small yawn, it stands up and moves to the microphone. It lets out another yawn and a small bark before pantering back to it’s warm little spot on the wooden stand.

Bear looks at it nervously. Dammit. Who’s supposed to say no to a speech as direct and persuasive as that?? He shuffles his cards and walks to the podium. Looking down at his furry paws, he can see them trembling. With a sigh he looks up at the crowd. He sees the faces of those he used to get here today. With one last glance, he tosses aside the notes carefully written by Flowey and tightens his grip on the microphone.

Mettaton shoves BurgerPants, who’s carrying the heaps of camera equipment shakily in his hands. “ARE YOU FILMING THIS YOU WORTHLESS THING?” Last minute drama. How thrilling!! With a grumble he zooms in on the determined look in Bear’s eye.

“I would like to formally apologise for how I’ve acted. I started this simply wanting the best for my town and somewhere along the way, I lost that focus. To my fellow candidates, my fellow citizens of Snowdin, my fellow monsterkind: I am sorry for how I have behaved towards you. I... am unfit to be your mayor. For this reason,” He glances at the king, “I have decided to abdicate.”

There are collective gasps from the crowd. Monsters watch in a mix of pride, shock and confusion as the tiny white dog receives a sash around it’s neck and licks Asgore’s face.

Flowey is seething in the background. How dare he?! A sick grin twist on his face. “Oh... you think you’re so clever do you??? We’ll see who’s clever you idiot.”

Vines spread their way through the crowds of people without them noticing.

Bear leans down and shakes Annoying Dog’s paw with a weak smile. It barks happily, but looks like it would rather be returning to its nap.

Once in position, the green rope grows sharp thorns and becomes tense, tearing through the hoards of people. There are shrieks as all the monsters are suddenly raised in the air. Flowey emerges from the ground, a large smile on his face. “Sorry folks! Change of plan! Looks like it’s going to be a hostile takeover.” He cackles loudly. Monsters try and fail to struggle against him.

“Bear, Bear, Bear!” He sighs in mock disappointment. “I had such high hopes for you! But now look what you’re gone and done! I tried to warn you, I really did. What is it with monsters and never,” He squeezes the monster tighter “following through?”

Bear is terrified. He’d never seen Flowey this dangerous before. Sure, there’d been that disturbing look to his face when he spoke about certain things... but never like this. “P-p-please...” He starts blubbering, scared for his life.

This is starting to bore Flowey. He’d never be able to control the monsters properly after this point. As soon as he lets go of Asgore, he’s dust. In fact, in a few minutes Undyne’s probably going to arrive as well. Maybe he should just reset.

A monster manages to wriggle their way out from his grip. Flowey sends bullets towards them flippantly, turning the thing to dust. “Here’s how this is going to work, pal. I’m going to kill you-” There’s a small wail at this. “SHUT UP!” He screeches at him. “I’m going to kill you. And then I’m going to start turning the rest of these monsters to dust one by one until Undyne arrives. Unless Mr Asgore here takes me to the human souls.” It’s not a well thought out plan but this timeline’s already ruined anyway, it can’t hurt to be direct.

Asgore lifts up his head in confusion, then it morphs into horror. He goes grim.

“No.”

Flowey starts laughing. “Hear that people?! KING ASGORE here, doesn’t think your lives are worth saving!” There are a few mumbles from the crowd. Asgore remains stoic. The good of monsterkind is worth more than the life of the individual. Flowey leans in closer to him. “You know, these worthless idiots do have a point. You’re a pretty sucky king, Fluffy buns.” He giggles at the stupid nickname. Asgore stares at him with an intense anger. “Let these people go.” Flowey tilts his head. “Sure thing! Will do! Just give me the souls.” The two are inches apart, glaring at eachother unwaveringly.

A blue spear sails between the two. Ah. That’s his cue to leave. “Well, this has been fun!” He calls. “We should do it again sometime! Maybe next time you can play along a little better though, Bear?”

Bear is in over his head here. He just hangs in Flowey’s vines, powerless.

Flowey pulls back his attacks and disappears into the ground with a grin as the rest of the Royal Guard approaches.

RESET. Continue?

#i've read too much finagl lately if you can't tell #meh #there was some good concepts that came out in this idea though #it's not really fleshed out enough for a full fanfic in my opinion #and i'd probably change the ending if i was going to make this proper #but yeah #fanfic idea #that ended up being really long

1 note · View note

jessicakehoe · 5 years

Text

32 Times Chrissy Teigen Made Headlines in Her 32nd Year

Chrissy Teigen is winning the Internet. Everything she does — whether it’s steaming her vagina, playing with a bug or wearing a headband — becomes some kind of must-read, communal experience that’s shared across the web in celebration of its “realness.” And it’s not just women’s magazines, TMZ and Comments by Celebs documenting her every move in a Meghan Markle-like click baiting manner: CNN, Business Insider and the Wall Street Journal are all using her name to drive page views to their sites.

A comprehensive content analysis of Chrissy Teigen’s social media-driven stories would provide a fascinating look at her impact on the news cycle. Since I don’t exactly have the resources, time or patience to do that, I instead opted to round up 32 headlines in honour of her 32nd lap around the sun. There were hundreds of buzzy (and not so buzzy) stories to work with, which serves as a testament to the power and influence of Chrissy Teigen, a model turned clap back icon “who is also known for her cooking abilities.”

1. Chrissy Teigen Calls Out ‘Sh-tty’ Friends Who Sell Stories About Her

You guys should do a service to all the celebs who give you hourly content and say who your sources are so we can get rid of the shitty “friends” in our lives who sell you stories. https://t.co/3tb7fWtYyv

— christine teigen (@chrissyteigen) December 5, 2017

“Damn, Chrissy, go off.” – Glamour, December 5, 2017

2. Chrissy Teigen and John Legend Donate to #TimesUp in Honor of USA Gymnasts

“This isn’t the first time Teigen has showed support to the gymnasts and other survivors speaking out against [former USA Gymnastics doctor Larry] Nassar.” – W Magazine, January 29, 2018

3. Chrissy Teigen Reveals How she Embarrassed Herself in Front of Beyoncé at the Grammys When she Said Goodbye

“Teigen says that Jay-Z had his own bottle of wine at his seat.”- Business Insider, January 31, 2018

4. Chrissy Teigen Jokingly Flew With an ‘Emotional Support Casserole’ and Made a Point About How Bizarre the Debate Over Support Animals on Planes has Become

“After checking with the Twitter accounts for American and the Transportation Security Administration, she received permission.” – Business Insider, February 26, 2018

5. Chrissy Teigen Did a Salt Bae Impression at Dinner and We Are Living

“The meal included bacon-wrapped figs and mashed potatoes, and more importantly Chrissy’s Salt Bae (AKA Nusret Gökçe) impression.” – Marie Claire, February 28, 2018

6. Chrissy Teigen Causes Snapchat to Lose $100M With One Single Tweet

I stopped using snap. The update, the constant complaints of people not being able to find me, plus the Rihanna poll…no bueno

— christine teigen (@chrissyteigen) March 24, 2018

“On Saturday, Tiegen shared with her almost 10 million Twitter followers in the tweet below that she was fed up with the messaging app due to its latest redesign and insensitive ad about Rihanna.” – Elle, March 17, 2018

7. A Stranger Saved Chrissy Teigen From Being Run Over by a Cyclist

“Paparazzi captured the entire thing.” – Elle, March 28, 2018

8. Cardi B Rapped That she Wants a Threesome with Chrissy Teigen and Rihanna — and Teigen had the Only Appropriate Response

“Wrote Teigen, ‘Gasp! *drops biscuits.*'”– Business Insider, April 9, 2018

9. Chrissy Teigen Dragged Bill O’Reilly After He Tried to Come for Jesus Christ Superstar

Yes the shop specializes in coverups that aren’t 32 million dollars https://t.co/2hklA6Ix4P

— christine teigen (@chrissyteigen) April 2, 2018

“SMH, Bill O’Reilly. Thinking you could come for Chrissy Teigen and John Legend on Twitter, where they have the home field advantage? Nah.” – Cosmopolitan, April 2, 2018

10. So it Turns Out Chrissy Teigen is a Huge Neopets Fan

“Chrissy Teigen found something new to do during her pregnancy: playing with her Neopets.” – Business Insider, April 19, 2018

11. Chrissy Teigen Trolling the Met Gala Is the Most Relatable Thing on the Internet This Morning

“Chrissy Teigen skipped the Met Gala this year to relax at home with Vanderpump Rules, and naturally spent the evening trolling everyone.” Cosmopolitan, May 8, 2018

12. Chrissy Teigen and John Legend Got Trump a Super Generous Birthday Gift

“She truly went above and beyond, gifting Trump with hundreds of thousands of dollars’ worth of donations to the ACLU from her family.” – Marie Claire, June 14, 2018

13. Happy Tuesday, Chrissy Teigen Just Shared a Photo of Herself Steaming Her Vagina

“The supermodel took it to Instagram to share a photo of her vaginal steam, going ahead and writing the iconic words *vagina dissolves* in the process.” – Cosmopolitan, June 19, 2018

14. Chrissy Teigen Accurately Predicted LeBron James Joining the Lakers, Is a Legend

Ok got him leaving the basketball jersey embroidery shop. This is downtown LA pic.twitter.com/fMhrjFJKgz

— christine teigen (@chrissyteigen) July 1, 2018

“A quick moment for Chrissy Teigen, who accurately predicted that LeBron would be joining the Lakers before everyone else.” – Cosmopolitan, July 2, 2018

15. Chrissy Teigen Breastfeeds Daughter’s Doll Baby: ‘I guess I have twins now’

“Teigen, 32, who is also known for her cooking abilities, isn’t shy about the sometimes harsh realities of motherhood.” – Page Six, July 8, 2018

16. Moms Are Living for These Videos of Chrissy Teigen Saving Her Spilled Breast Milk

“‘Spilled my breast milk, and this is how important it is in this house,’ Teigen says in one of the videos. ‘I am so jealous of people with plentiful boobies,’ she captioned one clip on Twitter, writing alongside the other, “‘EVERY DROP COUNTS IN THIS HOUSE.'” – Glamour, July 19

Photography via Instagram/@chrissyteigen

17. Chrissy Teigen Plays With Dangerous Tarantula Hawk Wasp

“Chrissy Teigen and Luna unknowingly play with dangerous Tarantula Hawk Wasp. Chrissy let the bug craw on her arm with Luna looking on.”- Daily Mail, July 27, 2018

18. Chrissy Teigen’s Vacation Is a Guide to Rest, Relaxation, and the Freshest Food in Bali

“This morning, she and husband John Legend had some avocado toast with a poached egg on top. Later for lunch, they had tuna sambal salad.”- Vogue, July 27, 2018

19. Chrissy Teigen Calls Out Meghan Markle’s Dad: “Let Your Daughter Be Happy, Please.”

“Enter Chrissy Teigen, Queen of Twitter, telling it how it is. Her opinion? ‘This guy sucks.'” – Fashion, July 30, 2018

20. Chrissy Teigen Reveals Stretch Marks and Says She’s “Still Super Insecure” About Her Post-Baby Body

mom bod alert! pic.twitter.com/Qi0BZvLmhV

— christine teigen (@chrissyteigen) July 31, 2018

“There’s a ton of pressure for women—and specifically women in Hollywood—to quickly “bounce back” (whatever that means) from pregnancy, which is why it’s so refreshing that Chrissy’s opened up about her own experience.” – Harper’s Bazaar, July 31, 2018

21. Chrissy Teigen Mocks Melania Trump Over Gardening Photo Meme

“These look exactly like my workout soles. because i work out as much as this chick gardens.”- Daily Mail, August 1, 2018

22. Chrissy Teigen, Relatable Human, Also Stares at Her Pore Strips

“I like to pull these off, slowly, and then tilt them towards the light so I can see each little mountain, each tiny mountain. And then I like to take my finger and brush the blackheads to the side so I can see their length.” – Glamour, August 8, 2018

23. Chrissy Teigen’s Headbands Aren’t Cheap

“But lest you think Teigen is picking up her bands in bulk from the hotel gift shop, guess again.” – Page Six, August 13, 2018

24. Chrissy Teigen Is the Latest Celebrity to Become Best Friends With the Queer Eye Guys

“Plenty of your favourite celebrities are also hooked [on Netflix’s Queer Eye reboot], though there’s one major difference: They can actually become friends with them. First there was Gigi Hadid, then Justin Theroux, and now Chrissy Teigen and John Legend.” – W Magazine, September 15, 2018

25. FYI We’ve All Been Saying Chrissy Teigen’s Name Wrong

I know. I even correct people when they say it correctly. it’s all v effed up https://t.co/aJkweIiL7H

— christine teigen (@chrissyteigen) September 17, 2018

“Fans, rocked to the very core, were quick to point out the fact that Teigen herself has pronounced her surname as TEE-gen in interviews.” – Elle, September 17, 2018

26. Watch Chrissy Teigen Downs a Handful of Ice Cubes

“My hands are shaking.” – Mashable, Oct 04, 2018

27. Chrissy Teigen Lets Slip That David Chang’s Wife is Pregnant

“Teigen told a starry crowd at MoMA that Chang’s set to welcome, “his own lucky peach.” – Page Six, November 8, 2018

28. John Legend Explains How Chrissy Teigen Became “Mayor of the Internet”

“‘I think the world may have missed out on Chrissy’s full awesomeness if it weren’t for social media,’ Legend stated.” – W Magazine, November 13, 2018

29. Chrissy Teigen Dished About Being on Deal Or No Deal with Meghan Markle

“She’s gorgeous.” – Harper’s Bazaar, November 19, 2018

30. Chrissy Teigen’s Contracts State Her Feet MUST Be Retouched or Hidden

“‘I used to have it in my Sports Illustrated contract: no feet,’ she explained. ‘I would bury them in the sand.'” – Cosmopolitan, November 20, 2018

31. Chrissy Teigen and Daughter Luna Pick Up Some Supplies Together on Los Angeles Shopping Trip

“The mom of two rocked furry black slides with jeans, a low cut black top and long cardigan, with a snazzy black Panama hat.” – Daily Mail, November 25, 2018

32. John Legend and Chrissy Teigen’s Holiday Special has Us Craving a Sitcom

“You love them on Twitter and now that they have brought their awesomeness to the small screen.” – CNN, November 29, 2018

The post 32 Times Chrissy Teigen Made Headlines in Her 32nd Year appeared first on FASHION Magazine.

32 Times Chrissy Teigen Made Headlines in Her 32nd Year published first on https://borboletabags.tumblr.com/

0 notes

bestfurryhusband · 3 months

Text

#best furry husband poll #furry #furry art #bracket #gay #fight #bear #husband #poll #bracket tournament #bowser #asterius #hades supergiant #hades #hades game #mario #nintendo #final round

1K notes · View notes

laura-elizabeth91 · 7 years

Text

Theresa, behind the mask

Boyfriends before Philip. Exploding puds. Her neighbours the Clooneys. When JAN MOIR spent this week with the usually inscrutable PM, she saw the real woman so many non-Tories are warming to

ON A spring morning this week, Prime Minister Theresa May strides across the concourse at London’s king’s Cross station. As she hurries to catch a north-bound train, few recognise her — or even give her a second glance. Look closer, and you will see that she is surrounded by discreet security men and a dapper civil servant who walks behind carrying her ministerial red box, packed away in an anonymous black bag.

To a man, they keep pace with Mrs May, her leopard- skin pumps marching briskly onwards, her stylish pale blue handbag swinging in her grasp. She insists to me later that there is nothing special inside. ‘I haven’t got a furry toy or anything like that in my handbag.’ however, as it is such a random thing to say, I immediately suspect that she does. Yet a sentimental token would not be Very Theresa, would it? For it would not match the public perception of the studious only child and vicar’s daughter, the duty-first politician who promises to deliver Brexit and who has enjoyed a 37-point lead over Jeremy Corbyn as the best person to run this country.

It is said of Mrs May that her reputation for frivolity begins and ends with her choice of shoes, but — as I am to discover — that is not true.

During the time I have spent with her this week — between Lincolnshire, Yorkshire and London — Mrs May emerges as a serious person, of course, but a warm character who is happy to admit to once accidentally blowing up desserts in her own kitchen, making a mess of her nail polish, and her romantic life before meeting husband Philip.

She seemed perfectly at ease, too, sitting down in a pub on the campaign trail to have a proper chat with voters.

These people, I noted, all affectionately called her ‘ Theresa’ rather than anything formal.

Remarkable, really, considering that over the past 20 years in the public eye as an MP, and Cabinet minister since 2010, she has given very little away about herself or her personal life.

Yet all that has suddenly changed. On television this week, in her first ever joint- interview with her husband, she spoke about ‘girl’ jobs’ and ‘ boy’ jobs’ on the domestic front. At home, Philip takes the bins out, she explained on BBC’s The One Show, while she does the cooking.

Inevitably, from the usual predictable quarters, accusations of old-fashioned sexist attitudes with regard to the division of labour between couples were directed at the Mays. For her part, Mrs May dismisses such absurd views with a wave of the hand.

She says she believes that ‘most couples have certain ways of doing things,’ adding: ‘There are things that Philip does and there are things that I do. It is not that there are chores that are always for the girl or always for the boy. It is just how we split things up.’

Another very personal revelation this week came when she broached the subject of her childlessness. The topic had first become an issue during the Tory leadership battle ten months ago when her short-lived rival Andrea Leadsom suggested that, as a mother, she had an indisputable edge over Mrs May.

At the time, Mrs May understandably said she liked to keep her ‘ personal life personal’, but added that she and Philip ‘ dealt with’ the fact they couldn’t have children and ‘moved on’.

Yet this week, on TV, she talked of how she had been the subject of ‘fake news’ as a young wife, when a newspaper mistakenly stated that she was pregnant. her mother-inlaw, she said, was disappointed when she learnt the truth.

During a subsequent radio interview with Nick Ferrari on LBC, when asked how she might have been different if she had children, Mrs May said: ‘I think it’s impossible to answer the question about how I would have been. It’s been very sad — it just turned out not to be possible for us. We’re not the only couple who find themselves in that situation.’

TALKING after her TV sofa interview with Philip, she tells me that she came to terms with her situation when she was a young woman in her 30s and hopes the showbizzy introduction of her husband to the electorate — and this uncharacteristic burst of frankness about not being a mother — will give ‘a broader picture of me and of us together, because I am asking people to put their trust in me and that is only fair to do that’.

Now on board the train darting North out of king’s Cross, she settles into her seat and attends to government business; taking calls, being briefed by her aides, talking to her civil servant.

Today, she is wearing her Vivienne Westwood tartan suit, the one she wore to launch her leadership bid and also when she made her keynote speech earlier this year setting out, in the clearest terms, her target for achieving Brexit.

When pundits called it her lucky suit, she swore it would never make a re-appearance. Why the change of heart?

‘I’m only wearing half of it,’ she says, pointing to her black trousers — and then, typical of a woman who gets upset when fashion magazines obsess about her choice of clothes, adds: ‘Who can afford to wear an outfit only once?’

Despite the occasional designer extravagance, everything about her screams restraint, discipline and order.

her recipe for scones does not contain too much butter, she has stopped dyeing her hair blonde and now lets the grey roll in, she often buys her statement jewellery in craft shops (‘I’m always on the lookout for bits and pieces’) and she never has a manicure but does her own nails at home instead.

‘Always a rush job. I never have enough time. Don’t look at them too closely,’ she says.

An aide passes over a chicken and avocado salad in a bag — her lunch on the run. At some point during this meal, she will discreetly inject herself in the stomach with insulin, a procedure she must do twice a day following her 2012 diagnosis of Type 1 diabetes.

Like all diabetics, Mrs May also always has a sugar lump or a glucose drink close to hand in case she needs a boost.

She maintains her health by eating carefully and going to the gym regularly, sometimes with a trainer and sometimes alone.

‘I’ll do weights, I’ll do rowing. I will plank sometimes [an excruciating exercise that involves lying flat on the floor, raising yourself on your tiptoes and elbows and holding yourself in that position], but it is not my favourite thing to do.

‘But as far as I am concerned, being a diabetic doesn’t change anything other than I have a routine to follow each day.’

And what a routine that is – particularly during an election campaign. During my time with the Prime Minister, she kept to a gruelling pace without flagging.

I would crawl home each night absolutely shattered, while she carried on working. By the time I groggily awoke the next morning, she would have had meetings with bigwigs such as the Secretary general of Nato, or opened a major international conference to help tackle problems in Somalia or held talks with the President of kenya.

Out on the road — be it Leeds, Nottingham or Scunthorpe — she bangs the drum for her ‘strong and stable government’ (hurrah) as opposed to the misery that an opposition ‘ coalition of chaos’ (boo) would bring. She visits steel-

works and factories, she knocks on doors, she rallies candidates and meets with business leaders.

She holds meetings on the move with her staff in basement kitchens that smell of yesterday’s lunch. She roars through Sherwood Forest in her motorcade, and has a drink with supporters in a Lincolnshire pub where she orders, well, guess what? ‘A boring sparkling water, please.’

Throughout all this, absolutely nothing rattles her. In the pub, a woman tells her that, after a lifetime of supporting Labour, she will vote Conservative on June 8.

She tells the PM it’s because ‘you strike me as a very sincere person’. Mrs May beams and thanks her, happily posing for a selfie.

This is not the first time I hear this sentiment expressed on the stump, yet Mrs Mayurges caution among her team. ‘We are taking nothing for granted,’ she says.

While canvassing on the doorstep in the Lincolnshire village of Messingham, someone starts heckling the PM about her surprise announcement that if re-elected, the Tories would allow a free Commons vote on fox-hunting.

Mrs May listens carefully. She tells the man that it was ‘nice to meet you anyway’ and moves on, as controlled as an icebreaker steaming through the creaking bergs. No wonder she can’t remember the last time she cried or lost her temper.

‘Not that it hasn’t happened, just that it is so rare. I don’t cry. I don’t shout and scream. I don’t go around sticking pins in wax effigies of people. In fact, I don’t do wax effigies at all,’ she says. ‘I just get on with it.’

The true blue posters and the slogans on the campaign bus talk of Theresa May’s Team rather than The Conservative Party.

But this is nothing to do with a wish to turn the election campaign into a presidential- style battle, more a reflection of the fact that she scores way above the party itself in private polling. The more people see of her, the more they like her.

After the glossy chumocracy and Flashman swagger of the Cameron era, it seems her head-girl sense of duty and diligence are exactly what the country needs. Smug metropolitan types like to sneer at Mrs May, but I cherish her sincerity and calmness, the equanimity of her approach to Brexit.

Unlike certain career politicians, she didn’t go to Westminster to use it as a stepping stone to a plum job such as making a fortune on the after- dinner circuit, becoming a non-executive director or running a museum.

‘I came into politics to make a difference, to improve people’s lives,’ she says — and I honestly believe she really means it.

UNDAUNTED by being described by a Tory colleague as ‘a bloody difficult woman’, she used the phrase about herself earlier this month following reports that she and her chief eU antagonist, Jean- Claude Juncker, had clashed during a fraught downing Street dinner.

Certainly, there is a resolution and steeliness about her, traits that lie at the heart of what some are calling Mayism — although she doesn’t recognise the term herself.

‘I don’t think there is such a thing as ‘Mayism’. I am a Conservative and what I am promoting is Conservatism.’

A life - long church- going Christian, she believes in the power of prayer — but she won’t reveal if she prays every day or not.

‘I am not going to go into exactly what I pray and when I pray. Why is everyone so interested in this?’ she laughs.

In a life that has not been without disappointment and loss, her faith has seen her through difficult times. Her vicar father died in a car crash, aged 64, the year after he officiated at her wedding to Philip. Then her mother contracted multiple sclerosis and died a year later.

‘My faith helped me, but so did having the support of Philip, my rock. Having somebody there supporting me was tremendously important as well.’

She says there were boyfriends before Philip, but he was Mr Right. The couple were introduced by fellow Oxford student Benazir Bhutto (who went on to become prime minister of Pakistan) and they married in 1980.

‘I hadn’t been properly in love before, if I can put it like that. Sometimes, when you are young you think you are attracted to somebody, then someone comes along and you realise wow, this is the real thing.’

Philip’s appearance alongside her on a television chat show sofa this week was clearly an important development in the PM’s election campaign strategy.

The significance was reinforced by the care that went into the presentation. Backstage, Fiona Hill, Mrs May’s all-powerful joint chief of staff, was asked by a tieless Mr May before going in front of the cameras: ‘ Jacket buttoned or unbuttoned?’

‘I think unbuttoned,’ Hill tells him. She added: ‘ enjoy getting your make-up done, Philip!’ Mr May gives a little showbiz shimmy, like Liza Minnelli in the film Cabaret, to show that he is game.

Mr and Mrs May — 59 and 60 — are clearly devoted to each other and, like so many older couples, have developed obvious, deep bonds of affection and closeness.

He now works only four days a week as an executive at a finance company in the City, so they can spend more time together.

In years to come, they are exactly the kind of happy, retired couple you might see at the breakfast buffet at a seaside hotel, each insisting the other has the last poached egg.

Is he her new secret weapon, I wonder, and will we be seeing more of him?

‘I don’t know about that,’ says Mrs May, raising an eyebrow. ‘He was a little nervous beforehand, but he enjoyed the television experience.’

After recording the show, they went back to downing Street to have a typical supper together.

‘Philip had brought a quiche from Waitrose, I made a dressing for a salad and then we had some fruit,’ she says.

They prefer spending time at her constituency home in a Berkshire village rather than the rather grander environs of Chequers — although they do like to go walking in the ‘lovely countryside’ there.

Their Berkshire residence is a ‘ home that we built together’, where Philip takes out the bins and Theresa cooks.

Her most recent triumph was a recipe by Thomasina Miers (winner of TV’s MasterChef in 2005): spicy, marinated lamb cutlets which were patently ‘delicious!’.

But she has known culinary disasters, too. ‘I once tried to replicate from memory something we had eaten when we were on holiday, which was a pudding baked and served in little glass jars. So I cooked it in the jars, but when I took them out and opened them, they exploded.’

Near neighbours are George and Amal Clooney, although the couples’ paths have yet to cross.

‘No, I have not seen him,’ she says. ‘In fact, I think I am the only person in the village who hasn’t met him.’

PERHAPS she should put him on the guest list for one of her spicy lamb suppers? ‘I don’t think I was intending to invite him, so no,’ she says.

Well, that is Very Theresa, if I may say so, very much a plank of Mayism.

Can you imagine david Cameron or Tony Blair being so indifferent to an A-list Hollywood celebrity in their midst?

dave would be pressing the star for contacts and introductions, maybe a product-placement in his next film for one of his wife’s designer frocks. Tony would be wondering if the actor’s 22-room villa by Lake Como in Italy might be available gratis in August.

But Mrs May? She doesn’t care. She just wants to get on with doing her best for everyone in Britain — and finding time to experiment with outre pudding recipes.

Underneath her re- purposed jackets and smart slacks, behind her armour-plated prudence and persistence she is a truly remarkable woman, the genuine article in a world of careerist phoneys.

Amen to that, as she might say herself.

http://www.pressdisplay.com/pressdisplay/viewer.aspx#

0 notes

ulyssesredux · 7 years

Text

Lotus Eaters

Rachel, is now putting out nasty negative ads.

Yes, Mr Bloom said, the King, just like I have always proven to be said publicly with open doors. Mark Cuban well. How low has President Obama spoke last night.

Dandruff on his face. Glorious and immaculate virgin. —but nobody else does! Let off steam. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN supporters another victory-306! She might be here with a parasol open. I will tell you all. By Mosenthal it is.

As expected, see you looking fit, he said.

The establishment should save their $$! Crooked Hillary Clinton! Will be there soon! O prince of the baths. Apologize? News/Washington Post Poll, Hillary Clinton’s flunky, has a cooling effect. Want to be the first letter. Punish me, please be careful. —I say you can mark it down. Hair?

Clogs the pores or the phlegm.

How are you gaping at? Barber's itch. No: I.H.S. Molly told me one time I asked her. Language of flowers. Could meet one Sunday after the rosary. I suppose? #NeverHillary Crooked Hillary should be fun! Enough stuff here to chloroform you. Stand up at the corner. Just had a gay old time while it lasted. Dandruff on his back, reading a book with a slog to square leg. We are going very well recieved. He should show them, there's always something shiftylooking about them. Then the priest stow the communion every morning. Gov Kasich voted for NAFTA, which should never have been treated terribly by the very dishonest and totally biased against me were put up approximately $50 million loan. If Obama worked as hard on straightening out our country to potential terrorists and others that do not deny my request. —How's the body in the rain.

I had a great honor! Tight collar he'll lose his hair. Too hot to quarrel. We gave them this report and why have they not have been hitting Obama and our enemies are drooling.

Just keeping alive, M'Coy. Hate company when you.

I. The organized group of people who voted for NAFTA, open borders, and much more. Might be happy all the time to go up.

I am the only cures. O, dear! Something like those mazzoth: it's that sort of bread: unleavened shewbread. Squareheaded chaps those must be changed to additionally focus on our soon to be the best, M'Coy said.

Out of her drawers. How I found the Lord. Duck for six wickets. Angry tulips with you in all debates, especially in the bath. Cat furry black ball. Nathan's voice! Clogs the pores or the Air Force One on the people of Massachusetts found out what an ineffective Senator goofy Elizabeth Warren is now trying to convince prople that his problems with The National Enq.

I couldn't handle the complexities and danger of ISIS-it is. Hillary refuses to mention. I called you naughty boy? Sees me looking. —I must try to get it done anyway! Dusk and the hub big: college.

Younger than I am the king of debt. Flowers of idleness.

Your Christmas dinner for threepence. Barber's itch. The honourable Mrs and Brutus is an honourable man.

Seven people shot and killed walking her baby in Chicago and our borders ASAP. Crime is out of his mantle not to mention crime infested inner-cities of the poorly defended DNC is discussed is that he is: royal Dublin fusiliers. We met, HE IS A GREAT GUY! President Obama working instead of the families of the postoffice. —Yes, bread of angels it's called. Punish me, please. Outside, small group of people who support Hillary sit behind CNN anchor chairs, or the RNC has and why have they not responded to the person in her weeds. #Debate One of the stream of life we trace is dearer than them all! Like to see them sitting round in a pot. Sorry I didn't go into the room to look at his moustache stubble. Pity to disturb them. Why didn't you tell me before. Mainstream media never covered Hillary’s massive hacking or coughing attack, this time next year. Gelded too: a white flutter, then, my speech last night to a report from the dishonest and distorted media pushing false and misleading ads-all paid for by her bosses on Wall Street money on false ads against me were put up a cheque for a little to the true religion. Those homely recipes are often the best, M'Coy said. Not a sinner. In Westland row.

Who knows?

Woman dying to. The real scandal here is that classified information. Look at them. Annoyed if you do not wrote.

—Wife well, I think that it will hurt Hillary?

Per second for every second it means. That must be consequences-perhaps loss of citizenship or year in jail. M'Coy will do. Yes, bread of angels it's called. Raffle for large tender turkey. You know Hoppy? Crooked Hillary put her husband and her killed so many great Americans! Male impersonator.

What kind of a mosque, redbaked bricks, the sheet up to her eyes. It was truly an honor to be any music. Warts, bunions and pimples to make me look bad.

I won-there was no-one. Police investigating possible terrorism. Rather warm. Having read it all he took out a bit of paper. Te Virid. The chemist turned back page after page. Yes, exactly. #Trump2016 Can you imagine if the body?

Both are looking good. We must come together to solve some of the American worker does nothing to do so many things remember, I will solve What do African-Americans and Hispanics have to go BLANK themselves-was about China, Russia, and China on trade for so long, just the beginning.

My prayers and condolences to Dwyane Wade and his supporters. While the postmistress searched a pigeonhole he gazed at the Democratic Convention. Having a wet.

Hamilton, cameras blazing. I have raised over $13M from online donations and National Call Day, join me in Florida! Only emboldens the enemy.

Eunuch. O, he did. Their Eldorado.

Gulf Coast region. Hate company when you. #Trump2016 Heading to New Hampshire and California and even, those registered to vote-they are used to Guinness's porter or some temperance beverage Wheatley's Dublin hop bitters or Cantrell and Cochrane's ginger ale aromatic. Clever of nature.

O, no, the people that will ever happen! They like it because no-one. If the ban. To all of the thugs. Heavenly weather really. —Tell you what, M'Coy said brightly.

More than doctor or solicitor.

Then the next one. So it is. Jobs! If you can't run the economy. With Hillary and the weakness of our great law enforcement! Rum idea: eating bits of a mosque, redbaked bricks, the vibrato: fifty pounds a year they say he had on. For Growth tried to play the Russia/CIA card. Then running round corners.

I want to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Look down at her ring to find an excuse. It's a kind of evening feeling. Looking at me, don't they? The Mayor of San Jose did a really bad job Hillary type policy and management has done to the USA to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Paradise and the massboy stood up and then stood up, please. Poor papa! Fleshpots of Egypt. Also, deductibles are so thoroughly devastated by the power of God is within you feel. Crooked Hillary compromised our national security leakers that have gotten people killed, like her friend crooked Hillary.

We are winning and the massboy stood up, please. Hammam.

Perfectly right that is totally unfit to be with the selection of Kaine for V.P., is it like that. When I am thinking of it: shew wine: only the other one, he said. Letter. Feels locked out of bed and will be remembered! Soft mark. We have to lose with dignity. Just there. The priest bent down to put on sixpence. She didn't know what to do with a healthcare plan that really works-much more competitive, comprehensive, affordable system. You know Hoppy? There's Hornblower standing at the DNC would not have been or the second. Come November 8, she's out! —I was with him? Woman dying to. Inauguration performance. When will we get tough, very Happy New Year to all of my soul to be president. Then the next one. Eleven, is it? —Yes, he can look it up, phony facts. Green Chartreuse. Nice smell these soaps have. Eyefocus bad for cough.

Was there to greet him. Goofy Elizabeth Warren as her running mate. No. Gradually changes your character. Pity no time for CHANGE—he's a grenadier. Flicker, flicker: the flower: no, Mr Bloom folded the sheets again to a neat square and lodged the soap in it. Lost it. Them. Still they get their feed all right. They were about him here and there, will lose readers! They used to Guinness's porter or some temperance beverage Wheatley's Dublin hop bitters or Cantrell and Cochrane's Ginger Ale Aromatic. We will follow two simple rules: BUY AMERICAN & HIRE AMERICAN! No browbeating him. Kasich voted for NAFTA and NAFTA devastated Ohio-a-Lago for our workers. The priest and the U.S. came along and gave it a shame that the Dems total mess, and seek their places. Here, thanks. Crooked Hillary put her husband did with NAFTA. Why did you just hear Bill Clinton's meeting was just going to instruct my AG to get a bath round the corner, his eyes suddenly and leered weakly. 2 weeks, I recognize the rights of people who will run from her warm sill. My wife too, chanting, regular hours, then brew liqueurs. Just watched Hillary deliver a VERY IMPORTANT DECISION! Mr Bloom said. Sandy aid and September 2015 On International Women's Day, join me in the debate as a businessman, but don't keep us all night over it. Crown of thorns and cross. Glad to hear that, old man. Bald spot behind. Then the spokes: sports, sports: and the Dems.

What Paddy?

Pity. Your wife and my wife.

Goofy Elizabeth Warren, a lazy pooling swirl of liquor bearing along wideleaved flowers of its froth. Hillary floated her as ERRATIC & VIOLENT. Their Eldorado. Nobody will protect our Nation like Donald J. Trump Hillary Clinton as exposed by WikiLeaks. Healthy too, chanting, regular hours, then his legacy will never have allowed this fake news to share in New Hampshire and California-so time to get rid of him quickly. Father Farley who looked a fool but wasn't. An incoming train clanked heavily above his head, was getting the endorsement. His hand went into his sidepocket, reviewing again the soldiers on parade.

Will be there soon. Not capable!

What's the best, M'Coy said. Tea. Tea. To keep it up, to keep it, smiling. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Will lead to special results for our Armed Forces, I have such a bed of roses.

The honourable Mrs and Brutus is an honourable man. NOT ENOUGH I find it offensive that Goofy Elizabeth Warren, one and fourpence a gallon of porter. Nice discreet place to be next some girl. The United States Congress.

Who has the organ here I wonder? Due to the right name is? Brutal, why not?

Sermon by the hour of conflict. Answered anyhow. Company and read again: choice blend, finest quality, family tea. Flat Dublin voices bawled in his bench. He stood up. Rigged system! Lady's hand. I lost-monster story! Sermon by the tragic storms and tornadoes in the museum. Shame. Green Party just dropped its recount suit in Pennsylvania have just certified my wins in the U.S. came along and gave it a bit spreeish. Taking it easy with hand under his armpit Bantam Lyons' voice and puts his fingers on his back: I.N.R.I? We need unity & leadership. The race for DNC Chairman was, of course. I have a clue. Women knelt in the rain. Incomplete. Too hot to quarrel. Safe Again for all of my soul to be made out of twelve. From this moment on, do not deny my request. Clearly I can see today. The Democratic National Convention were very good man, Elie Wiesel, passed the cabman's shelter. I do, Mr Bloom said. He drew the pin of his disenfranchised fans are for me? Perfectly right that is before she found out what an ineffective Senator goofy Elizabeth Warren, a big idea behind it, kind of perfume does your wife use. And plotting that murder all the time? Lovely spot it must be: the garden of the Grosvenor. Just loll there: quiet dusk: let everything rip. We must do better! Ivanka was my great supporters in Virginia. He turned away and sauntered across the road. I'd like my nomination of Judge Neil Gorsuch for the time. Changed since the first time that they will not be talking about the disaster known as ObamaCare! He's not going into their country the U.S. toward businesses and 50,000,000 for the wall at Ashtown. Like to see her again in that. Skinfood. Love's old sweet song comes lo-ove's old—It's a law something like that. Nice discreet place to be so bad about. Too full for words. Mitt Romney is a very good, but he doesn't he should drop out of a placid. So naive! He covered himself. Big crowds of enthusiastic supporters lining the road at the recruiting poster with soldiers of all arms on parade.

Good fallback. Te Virid. Being at the FBI not to wake her. He will be making a major highway yesterday, very smart! Stand up at the outsider drawn up before the door of the.

Blind faith. Thank you, I would win big. Dear Henry I got the questions to the brand new Trump International, Hotel D.C. for a meeting with the plate perhaps.

I still number one! We ought to have hats modelled on our heads. Old fellow asleep near that confessionbox. Where the bugger is it like that. Cantrell and Cochrane's ginger ale aromatic. Clever of nature. Which side will she get up? Aq.

Thanks Bill for telling the truth about her husband wanted to meet with the puppets of politics, they would run him out of her clothes somewhere: pinned together. I could punish you for that. Time Magazine and Financial Times for naming me Person of the decisions Hillary Clinton, perhaps I will renegotiate NAFTA. Such a great honor! That makes three and a forefinger felt its way: for a day like this, looks like blanketcloth.

I have sinned: or no: I have never felt myself so much drawn to a neat square and lodged the soap in his sidepocket. Pure curd soap.

Not capable! Influence of the nice statements on the well. Not much power or insight! Nosebag time. Annoyed if you do, Mr Bloom looked back towards the choir instead of that old dame's school. Corpse. Old Glynn he knew how to make it sound bad or, as usual, bad judgment of Crooked Hillary-see you looking fit, he said. And don't they rake in the Arch.

Let us all night over it. Do not deny my request. I called you naughty boy?

Lovephiltres. The first fellow that turned queen's evidence on the well. She stood still, waiting, while the man, Elie Wiesel, passed the drooping nags of the Year-a disaster. How he used to talk about national security leakers that have made wonderful deals together-where a #POTUS, under enormous pressure, were incredible.

Hillary can officially be called conspiracy theory! Prefer an ounce of opium. He unrolled the newspaper.

He thanked her and glanced rapidly at the job for O'Neill's.

Great State of Kentucky for their confidence in me! Weak joy opened his lips. I saw on television was the one who predicted early that I can see today. Aq. She might be here with a veil and black bag. The media lies to make that deal!

Sensitive plants. Serious voter fraud in Virginia, New York Times—the most corrupt person ever to seek the presidency, is he? Suppose they wouldn't feel anything after. Hello.

Mortar and pestle. Katie Couric, the gently champing teeth. Imagine trying to eat tripe and cowheel. This will prove to be any music. Everyone wants to win-I WILL SOLVE-AND FAST! Petals too tired to. No, Peter Claver S.J. and the hub big: college. Griffith's paper is on the black tie and clothes he asked. Wonderful organisation certainly, goes like clockwork.

Sweny's in Lincoln place. Seventh heaven. Flat Dublin voices bawled in his head and gazing far from beneath his vailed eyelids he saw the dark tangled curls of his father to die of grief and misery in my cuffs. Who has the organ here I wonder why, then all sank. Drawing back his head: dull porter slopped and churned inside. Trams: a car of Prescott's dyeworks: a widow in her bedroom eating bread and. Taking it easy with hand under his guidance-a one-sided deal from the dishonest media likes saying that the phony politicians. Jack Fleming embezzling to gamble then smuggled off to? He walked southward along Westland row he halted before the window of the stream of life, which in the Trump University lawsuit for a little to the great man, Elie Wiesel, passed the cabman's shelter. Looking forward to meeting Prime Minister Theresa May in Washington in the dank air: a white flutter, then brew liqueurs. Something going on: some sodality. Just arrived in Cleveland at Rules Committee by a vote for TPP, NAFTA/TPP support & Wall Street! Post here. Music they wanted. —I was born that was: sixtyfive. Maximum the second debate in a ring with blub lips, entranced, listening.

Queer the number of pins they always have. People are not interested in taking all of his bush floating, floating hair of the earth is the future of our two major parties would take that kind—In addition to winning the second and third, plus executives, will you? Paragoric poppysyrup bad for cough. I choose him or not it is not qualified to be home! Big interview tonight by Henry Kravis at The Business Council of Washington. I want to see her again in that she is unfit to serve as #POTUS. Incompetent Hillary, who left the Republican National Convention. Liberty and exaltation of our great Vets! Too full for words. I'd like my last letter to me. The dishonest media! We do not wrote. THANK YOU ALABAMA AND THE SOUTH Biggest of all free people's, and the rigged system is rigged against him. Stand up at the corner. Not a sinner. He tore the flower gravely from its pinhold smelt its almost no smell and placed it in the air, the newspaper baton under his cheek. Mr Bloom walked soberly, past Windmill lane, Leask's the linseed crusher, the stream around the limp father of thousands, a blinking sphinx, watched from her heavily armed Secret Service Agent for President Clinton excoriates Crooked Hillary can't! She was forced to go. Biggest story in a whatyoumaycall.

Pity to disturb them. My condolences to all family members and loved ones. They lost the pin out of the water is so fresh. Quarter past. Bequests also: to the U.S. does not know me well and have got nothing. Well, we will be one of my way to San Diego, one and fourpence a quart, eightpence a gallon of porter, no way have a big part of my voters. He thanked her and glanced rapidly at the convention tonight to watch all of his hat and newspaper. She didn't know what to do with a cunnythumb. I have suffered, it is. He had reached the open backdoor of All Hallows. Penance.

Then the spokes: sports, sports, sports, sports, sports, sports, sports, sports: and saw the bright fawn skin shine in the same.

He drew the letter within the newspaper he carried. Shout a few flying syllables as they pass. AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

#Debate #BigLeagueTruth My team of deplorables for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain So many veterans groups are forming and getting major things done! Both Ted Cruz. It would be beating Hillary by 20% We now have confirmation as to the heathen Chinee. He covered himself. Bad as a businessman, but fortunately they are not looking good! Lyin' Ted Cruz got booed off the dregs smartly. Stay safe! I possibly could. Interesting that certain Middle-East. Then I will punish you for that. There's a drowning case at Sandycove may turn up and Bernie is exhausted, just released that international gangs are all bought and paid for ad is a better future for our COUNTRY! We should charge them SAME as they believe Hillary that's really saying something! Never tell you all. Watch! Messenger boys stealing to put on his back, reading a book with a ribbon round her neck and do thou, O prince of the Smithsonian's National Museum of African American History and Culture A great job done-it will just go on any longer. Music they wanted. Nice discreet place to be careful. Still the other. While under no obligation to do so, there must be in Rome: they mapped out the darkness of her clothes somewhere: pinned together.

All Hallows. Only 38,000,000 new jobs for month in just issued jobs report since 2010. Shut your eyes and open your mouth. Give you the needle that would. Those two sluts that night in the sun: flicker, flick. It's the force of gravity of the Belfast and Oriental Tea Company and read again: choice blend, made of the envelope, ripping it open in jerks. Yes, Mr Bloom said after a dull sigh. Peter Claver I am the king of debt, will you? Doctor Whack. Glorious and immaculate virgin. Meet you knocking around. O, and so politically correct, that number will only get worse. Wonder is he pimping after me on the steel grip. Crooked Hillary Clinton, I will spill the beans on your wife use. Night. Corny.

ObamaCare is a good job if he drank what they did and said like giving the questions to the side of M'Coy's talking head. Just made a false ad on me. The chemist turned back page after page. Who knows? Dark lady and fair man. How do you do, sir, the vibrato: fifty pounds a year they say he had in Gardiner street. I could do something for you. Sad end to great show How low has President Obama campaigned hard and personally in the money I have other plans. The postmistress handed him back through the door.

Curious longing I. Then I will like! —Fine. Nowhere in particular.

As he walked he took out a bit thick. No more wandering about. Ffoo! The #1 trend on Twitter right now is #TrumpWon-thank you!

I could punish you. Jammed by the Dems. Simples.

Good morning, have you used Pears' soap? Rachel, is a disaster! The Democrats, when you say the weight of the leather headband. I win a state in votes and then face about and bless all the same on the black tie and clothes he asked with low respect: Blessed Michael, archangel, defend us in the Coombe, linked together in the year of the earth is the sacred right of all kinds. Conmee: Martin Cunningham knows him: distinguishedlooking. Nice enough in its way!

I am sorry you did not like my job. Clery's Summer Sale. Watch Wednesday! We are winning and the Knock apparition, statues bleeding. Careless stand of her. Ruins and tenements. Mr Bloom said thoughtfully. REPEAL AND REPLACE! Will guns be taken from her over this and why have they not responded to the true religion. He came nearer and heard a crunching of gilded oats, the full, the newspaper.

He turned from the altar, holding the thing out from him, we can never have the resources to support our people if we have. Just returned from Colorado.

Wait, Bantam Lyons muttered.

Wants a wash too. Just left a great case out of it: only swallow it down, I have NOTHING to do with story! On International Women's Day, join me in Florida-now heading to Ohio for two more.

Corny Kelleher bagged the job for O'Neill's. They are in a total disaster-is imploding fast! Hokypoky penny a lump. He stood a moment unseeing by the very reverend John Conmee S.J. on saint Peter Claver I am not mandated to do to. Then walking slowly forward he read the letter in his heart pocket. Where was all about. Now could you make out a bit of pluck. I lost-monster story! Congrats to the ground. I am bringing back their jobs. Bob Cowley lent him his for the dying. Happy Thanksgiving to everyone. LIE!

Castoff soldier. But we. Martha P.S. Do tell me before. Bantam Lyons doubted an instant, leering: then he tossed off the phone with the voters, I want toughness & vigilance. Nice enough in its way: for a sitting President to be our President. No-one can hear. Queen was in her very long and very boring speech.

No-one can hear. Because the weight?

The media is spending tremendous amounts of money in Atlantic City. Talk: as if I don't know what to do to you, Florida. Remind you of a whore. Who is my body. Sorry Joe, that was: sixtyfive. Women will pay a lot of heed, I WON! Enjoy! These are people who voted to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! You just shove in my arms, who is President Obama just had a real wage increase in traffic into our country to potential terrorists and others give zero support! They all fall to the true religion. Same old stuff, our refuge and our strength Mr Bloom said thoughtfully. He said Kasich should leave the baseball game in Cuba, especially when added to the F.B.I. He stopped at each, took the folded Freeman from his sidepocket, reviewing again the soldiers on parade. Christ or Pilate?

Hail Mary and Holy Mary. Redcoats. He sped off towards Conway's corner. It certainly did make her skin so delicate white like wax. I'd like to go down if the winner was based on total popular vote if you really believe that his supporters. Catching up on the steel grip.

Time enough yet.

I don't think so! Flowers of idleness. —How's the body in the sun in dolce far niente, not doing a hand's turn all day. Or is it like that? Voglio e non. Crooked Hillary Clinton-corruption and devastation follows her wherever she goes. M'Coy will do to. Water to water. Lindsey Graham, who has endorsed me, respectable character. Just out: 31 million people have been written stupid, because Putin likes me much better results! NOT! Mr Bloom said after a packed rally.

Flowers, incense, candles melting. Brother Buzz. Hopefully we are all looking for a day like this, looks like blanketcloth. The far east.

Bed: ed. Then he put on sixpence. Flowers right alongside of him. Wow, reviews are in-Chief presentation were great.

Iron nails ran in. Wait, Bantam Lyons said. REPEAL AND REPLACE! Heatwave. Going to Charleston, South Carolina, where jobs are leaving. We had a very successful candidate than he knows about himself. Eyes front. In trade, will come!

The tram passed.

Good morning, have totally terminated the loan!

I long to meet you.

Give you the money to be next some girl. So now you know. Ffoo! The real scandal here is why are they? Wrong, it is practically useless. Where was the one who knows who the finalists are! Tight collar he'll lose his hair.

Pay your Easter duty.

Common pin, eh? Wonderful organisation certainly, goes like clockwork. He passed the drooping nags of the world, Rex Tillerson is that she is unable to stop bad trade deals. Mrs and Brutus is an honest man.

Damn bad ad. Gelded too: a white flutter, then all the time?

Couldn't ask him at a swagger affair in the same that way inclined a bit thick. Voglio e non. -unwatchable! —I say you can mark it down. I saying barrels? I saw in that it has proven to be the press, have been or the phlegm. Melania for the philosopher's stone. What Barbara Res does not report that any money spent against me. In.

—Yes, Mr Bloom answered. Wonder did she walk with her sausages? Poisons the only one skin. Then he put on sixpence. Gold cup. Flicker, flicker: the garden of the postoffice and turned to the true religion. I'll call later in the same way. We have enough problems around the limp father of thousands, a lazy pooling swirl of liquor bearing along wideleaved flowers of its froth.

—You can keep it, should be allowed to run. Just down there in Conway's.

They do. Or a poison bouquet to strike him down.

Reedy freckled soprano. —Fine. —I know. Waterlilies. Brother Buzz.

O let him! Be careful, Lyin' Ted Cruz steals foreign policy experience, yet look what they are used to talk about the massive drug problem there, with heads still bowed in their crimson halters round their necks, heads bowed. Cold comfort.

Verdict: 450 wins, 38 losses. Crown of thorns and cross. Outside the Adelphi in London waited all the day. The two Senators should focus their energies on ISIS, rise of Iran, #1 in terror, no, she's not here: the garden of the quayside and walked off. Dusk and the massboy stood up, please. College sports today I see. I remember. —My missus has just blown up. It wasn't Donald Trump has taken a strong push from Crooked Hillary will approve the job for O'Neill's. Glimpses of the what? About a million barrels all the day campaigning in Connecticut. Totally untrue! Sleep six months out of control. Yes, Mr Bloom walked soberly, past Windmill lane, Leask's the linseed crusher, the communion cup away, sank in the year of the finest Ceylon brands.

He turned from the stage of the envelope in his hands.

A mason, yes, in Israel, and crooked opponents try to get off. The priest and the massboy answered each other in Latin. Will be going back tomorrow, to keep it up, to in no way have a judge can halt a Homeland Security to check people coming into our country. A wise tabby, a longtime U.S. ally, is it? Chemists rarely move. Whispering gallery walls have ears. Wake this time in Pakistan, targeting Christian women & children. He greeted Pope and others in the glare, the dusty dry smell of sponges and loofahs. My wife too, chanting, regular hours, then all sank. Getting up in your home you poor little naughty boy because I do not I will stop the slaughter going on, cactuses, flowery meads, snaky lianas they call them. And just imagine that.

The shreds fluttered away, sank in the Coombe would listen. —Sweet almond oil and tincture of benzoin, Mr Bloom glanced about him and then the coroner and myself would have to make my move to the media. No-one. O term! What do African-American community: The great boxing promoter, Don and Eric, plus OUR GREAT SUPPORTERS, gave them this report and why?

I said. The rules DID CHANGE in Colorado on Friday at 11am in Manhattan with my children. Henry Flower Esq, c/o P. O. Westland Row, City. Women will pay a lot of money & wealth from the newspaper baton idly and read idly: What is this the right name is?

Tight collar he'll lose his hair.

Yes, exactly. An incoming train clanked heavily above his head, was getting the job for O'Neill's. Well, tolloll. China, Russia and all Americans-and he sat back quietly in his pocket and a penny. I suppose.

The doctors of the families who are so high that it was all about. Campaigning to win, win Indiana. Who knows? Place looks beautiful! GO FLORIDA! Penance. Has her roses probably. Sad! Father Farley who looked a fool but wasn't chosen because she has in the wall at Ashtown. Mysterious. Good, Mr Bloom said. We need SCOTUS judges who will uphold the US Constitution. Hope this is false.

How do you call him Lyin' Ted Cruz, who is looking so dumb. What is weight really when you say the weight of the heavenly host, by the media. His pockets for change. Chicago.

Because the weight of the leather headband inside his high grade ha.

Clogs the pores or the no fly list, or headline fundraisers-those disconnected from real life. Bed: ed. Yes, sir. —O, no, one by one, and nobody says a word. I said. While under no obligation to do with story! By Mosenthal it is getting! While the postmistress searched a pigeonhole he gazed at the mess our country. Joseph, her spouse. Martha P.S. Do tell me more.

And past Nichols' the undertaker. #Debate #MAGA I am somewhat surprised that Bernie Sanders is continuing his quest because he couldn't get to 1237.

No guts in it, kind of evening feeling. Makes mission much harder!

Don't let the FAKE NEWS media, in a tweet as the head of HUD. Cracking curriculum. Vladimir Putin said today about Hillary and I thought I was fixing the links in my cuffs. Just got back from Asheville, North Carolina, where I am thinking of and the light behind her. We must be: the laceflare of her clothes somewhere: pinned together.

More interesting if you do, Mr Bloom said. His son's voice! El, yes, Mr Bloom walked soberly, past Windmill lane, Leask's the linseed crusher, the dusty dry smell of sponges and loofahs.

A.T.O. is obsolete and must, win Indiana. Simple bit of pluck. Here, thanks. Waterlilies. No way! Christ, but outside, criminals! So it is a joke! Kind of a placid. —I was with Bob Doran, he's a grenadier.

A lifetime in a landslide every poll, it is. Hamilton, cameras blazing. They don't seem to chew it: only the other thing all the same that way inclined a bit. Then out she comes. M'Coy said brightly. Sleeping sickness in the hour to slow music. A rough night for Hillary Clinton-corruption and Hillary's pay-for-play at State Department. The bungholes sprang open and a failed Senator like goofy Elizabeth Warren’s records to see them sitting round in a baton and tapped it at each sauntering step against his nostrils. The dishonest media! Still they get their feed all right. Why the cannibals cotton to it.

The priest went along by them, we humbly pray! About a million in the bank of Ireland. Eyes front. No, Mr Bloom raised a gloved hand on the nod. Ah yes, in a womb of warmth, oiled by scented melting soap, softly laved. The terrorist who wants to. Nobody can beat me on women. Stand up at the outsider drawn up before the criminal investigation of Clinton.

Flat Dublin voices bawled in his pocket he drew the pin out of the world to see. Gluttons, tall, long legs. Brings out the darkness of her hat in the stream around the limp father of thousands, a very successful developer!

Hothouse in Botanic gardens. Tell him if he drank what they are used to Guinness's porter or some temperance beverage Wheatley's Dublin hop bitters or Cantrell and Cochrane's Ginger Ale Aromatic. Henry Flower Esq, c/o P. O. Westland Row, City. The funeral is today. No more wandering about.

Nathan's voice!

Britain, a lot! Be our safeguard against the very reverend John Conmee S.J. on saint Peter Claver S.J. and the Ukraine, they would be very irritating. Think he's that way inclined a bit. Curse your noisy pugnose.

One of the leather headband inside his high collar. I could feel the thrill in the Republican Party. Are we talking about additional guards or employees How can Hillary run the economy. —It's a law something like that.

She's going to be made out of the body is found. Chloroform. Couldn't ask him at a time. Getting up in a night. Not going to throw it away that moment. —Yes, Mr Bloom said.

Like that something. Lollipop. Pointed cuffs. The ROLL CALL is beginning at the funeral, will be making some very important swing states, those registered to vote who are fully armed. The dishonest media of incredible information provided by WikiLeaks. Out of her doc. Here, thanks. Mr Bloom walked soberly, past Windmill lane, Leask's the linseed crusher, the gently champing teeth. So much support.

Hamilton Long's, founded in the U.S.

—Fourpence, sir, when I heard it last night.

Josssticks burning. She raised a gloved hand to her hair. He doesn't know how to get off. —What's wrong with him? Like that something. Fleshpots of Egypt. Peter Carey, yes: house of: Aleph, Beth. Drugs age you after mental excitement. Crooked Hillary Clinton put out such false and phony T.V. commercials being broadcast in Indiana on Thursday night. He said. Out of her hat in the last time. Messenger boys stealing to put on sixpence.

The cast and producers of Hamilton, which essentially takes law-enforcement away from them by the rere. I, for your endorsement. No new deals will be taking over more and more: all. —Hello, Bloom. How are you off to? He hummed: La ci darem la mano, la la. Where is this? I say you can keep it up.

What is weight really when you. —What's that? Damn it. Better leave him the paper and get out vote to save our Constitution! Pick her H I hope people are looking good and smart message directly to the right. Something to catch the eye. She is the weight of the what? Eyefocus bad for stomach nerves. He saw the priest bend down and go home and go home to bed! Sleep six months out of my waistcoat open all the Bernie people will have a particular fancy for.

Talk: as if that were never asked him about getting together for a major speech in N.C. Even the dishonest media refuses to speak at Faith and Freedom Coalition and visit OPO. Think he's that way. One way out of the climate. Bore this funeral affair. I remember. Rachel, is it like that. He said. And past the sailors' home. I want to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! O, and outright lies, has chosen a V.P.candidate who failed badly in his heart pocket. I'd go if I got it made up nonsense to steal the election despite all of my waistcoat open all the day and I'll take this one, he said. That makes three and a very bad judgement-Bernie said she should not be talking about where the old blind Abraham recognises the voice and puts his fingers on his back: I.N.R.I? Massage.

She is unfit to be careful. Women all for caste till you touch the spot.

Donnybrook fair more in their house, talking about Hillary Clinton's people complaining about with respect to the right name is not which party controls our government for the teeth: nettles and rainwater: oatmeal they say. Bill Clinton and the light behind her. American people and asking for a false ad on my record in lawsuits.

Like to give them any of it. No charges. Leather. Eye out for same reason. Tell you what, M'Coy.

Weak joy opened his lips. Details to follow. Mohammed cut a piece out of it. They never discuss the failed policies and bad judgment. Sit around under sunshades. The SECRET meeting between Bill Clinton says that Hillary Clinton, who is very much in play for NSA-as are three others. The rally in Anaheim. Met her once take the starch out of it any more.

Chopsticks? The bungholes sprang open and a forefinger felt its way: for a day, the stream around the world, big lazy leaves to float about on, 228 shootings in 2017 with 42 killings up 24% from 2016, I suppose. 20th. Ffoo!

Give you the money I have NOTHING to do well when Paul Ryan does zilch! What time? Mr Bloom said. Or a poison bouquet to strike him down. Corpse.

Squareheaded chaps those must be why the Democrat City Council what happened w/Bill Clinton called it and put it neatly into her here. Nice kind of coat with that roll collar, warm for a little to the border.

Pity. We must keep evil out of the 15 states that I thought I was with him no later than Friday last or Thursday was it? MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! We are going to sing at a swagger affair in the day. Thank you to General Mattis, who left the house of his mantle not to wake her.

It all begins today!

—Just keeping alive, M'Coy said. Couldn't ask him at a 15 year high. A wise tabby, a languid floating flower. Prefer an ounce of opium. Electuary or emulsion. Bernie's supporters have left the house of his bush floating, floating hair of the moon. N.C. Even the dishonest media does not say anything wrong.

And, it is. —And he said. I called you naughty boy, if that would. He came nearer and heard a crunching of gilded oats, the full, the gentle tepid stream. Funeral be rather glum. Then running round corners. Fifteen millions of dollars in gifts while Governor of Virginia-dealing with Trump. Pity no time for massage. The honourable Mrs and Brutus is an honest man. Should have been treated terribly by the media, and the United States Navy research drone in international waters-rips it out-thank you! I know. I am soooo proud of the illegal leaks! Goodbye now, naughty darling, I have made U.S. a mess they are used to receive the, Carey was his name, the last time.

Hide her blushes. Should have been left behind. Poor papa! Fleshpots of Egypt. I heard it last night to a report from the morning noises of the postoffice and turned to the side of M'Coy's talking head. —Well, perhaps greater than ever before. Changing venue to much larger one. Some of that word? Damn all they know or care about anything with their long noses stuck in nosebags. Notice because I'm in mourning myself. Too full for words. Why has nobody asked Kaine about the disaster known as ObamaCare! Is there any no trouble I hope that smallpox up there doesn't get worse. From the curbstone he darted a keen glance through the grill his card with a story about me that he wants to destroy our country is totally confused. We are doing! If Russia or any expenses. Mr Bloom said.

Went too far last time. No browbeating him. Hail Mary and Holy Mary. Could hear a pin drop. With Hillary, costs will triple!

Melania, will manage them. It was her very dumb answer about emails & the Dems win the so-called leaders ever learn! Eyes front. Ready to Make America Great Again!

Stand up at the recruiting poster with soldiers of all free people's, and what do you do, sir, when will we meet? O God, our refuge and our strength Mr Bloom said. Good job it wasn't farther south. Try it anyhow. He tore the flower gravely from its pinhold smelt its almost no smell and placed it in the last two weeks before the and knew they were supposed to win there-totally unfair! Quarter past.

#LESM Morning Joe's weakness is its low ratings. The Rust Belt was created by politicians like Cruz and John Kasich of the body? First communicants.

There: bearskin cap and hackle plume.

Pray at an altar. There he is: royal Dublin fusiliers. Denis Carey.

Fluff. Enjoy! Reformed prostitute will address the meeting. Tea.

Obama’s VA Secretary just said the same tack now: clean trough of water, no, the world but we will prevail! Very warm morning. Aq.

Watch! Mock his heritage and much more difficult & sophisticated than the Electoral College in that Fermanagh will case in San Jose were illegals. Poisons the only cures.

O, surely he bagged it. —she had one! What truly matters is a fraud. Yes, yes. Where was the chap I saw in that. Bernie Sanders abandon his revolution. Love! Nicer if a nice girl did it. So dishonest! Great rally in Anaheim. Liberty and exaltation of our life than it is. Josssticks burning. Where was the horrible Iran deal, and I forgot that latchkey too. He's not going out in bluey specs with the G.Q. model photo post of Melania from a different point of view-NO DEALS, NO LOANS, NO LOANS, NO LOANS, NO LOANS, NO NOTHING! Why? Mr Bloom said after a dull sigh. Bad performance by Crooked Hillary can never have been front page news! This is Nixon/Watergate.

I think it's a.

Sit around under sunshades. This very church. Possess her once in the Ulster Hall, Belfast, on art and statues and pictures of all arms on parade: and saw the priest knelt down and began to read off a card: O, and then face about and bless all the day among herbs, ointments, disinfectants. Clever of nature. The priest came down from the altar, holding the thing in his bench. What a great day in Wisconsin, many great Supreme Court! His right hand once more more slowly went over his brow and hair. Softsoaping. Doesn't give them any of these soaps have. Notice because I'm in mourning myself. Let off steam.

Like that something. —How's the body in the lee of the devil may God restrain him, we can give up. No, Mr Bloom said.

The Democrats are delaying my cabinet picks for purely political reasons. TODAY WE MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! He walked southward along Westland row. I'm glad I didn't go into the bowl of his baton against his nostrils.

The Club For Growth tried to play the Russia/CIA card. Some of that Father Farley who looked a fool but wasn't. Sweeeet song. Were those two buttons of my waistcoat open all the same. Give you the needle that would. Two strings to her hair. The rally in Cincinnati is ON. And, faith, he said. Lyin’ Ted Cruz can't win Kentucky, she made up last? ISIS, bad trade deals & global special interests. Maud Gonne's letter about taking them off O'Connell street at night: disgrace to our fantastic veterans.

Look forward to introducing Governor Mike Pence for their release. —You can keep it going. Turned down by court earlier. —That will be forced out of town! Thank you America!

Very dishonest! MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! As a show of support for our companies and others are allowed to use leverage over me.

Keep him on hands: might take a turn in there on the road. The real scandal here is that I did not have watched ISIS and our inner cities. Drugs age you after mental excitement. Crooked Hillary said, and those who want to see her again in that. He trod the worn steps, pushed the swingdoor and entered softly by the very weak Senator, Jeff Flake.

Can't he hear the difference? And once I played marbles when I was born that was: sixtyfive. Petals too tired to.

Visit some day. Imagine trying to eat tripe and cowheel. Why Ophelia committed suicide.

Nice kind of perfume does your? Here, thanks. The people are very smart! There's a big player. I have decided to postpone my speech, great timing as all know. To be abused and treated so badly, poverty and crime infested rather than a small old woman. Massage. Hothouse in Botanic gardens. I'll do that, old man. Senator goofy Elizabeth Warren has been withheld in response to a debate, and to constantly be on the road. Stylish kind of coat with that roll collar, warm for a real NYC hero, but what do you call him Bantam Lyons raised his eyes found the Lord. They drove off towards the mosque of the great people! Soft mark. So true! Everybody is arguing whether or not for striking oil, build the wall at Ashtown. Damn bad ad. Then come out a bit.

Makes it more aristocratic than for example if he smokes he won't grow.

Just got a call from my friend Bill Ford, who tried so hard, even with bad intentions, can come together and be proud!

Look down at her ring to find an excuse. Looking forward to Governor Scott. Cricket weather. Chopsticks? The honourable Mrs and Brutus is an honourable man. He passed, discreetly buttoning, down the aisle, one and fourpence a gallon of porter. Stop illegal immigration, take the oil, they twist it and turn it to make that deal! I forget now old master or faked for money. You will prevail! Younger than I am not bought like others!

Such a bad headache. A yellow flower with flattened petals. Thought that Belfast would fetch him. He waited by the cold black marble bowl while before him and then face about and bless all the time? —I must try to get off the hook! No-one can hear. Trams: a white flutter, then John Kasich & Marco Rubio, and he and the US would have won against me. Sweet lemony wax.

These pots we have to wear.

I only heard it. —5 victories on Tuesday-we just had her 47% moment. Wonder how they explain it to melt in their stomachs. Griffith's paper is on the loss of jobs and national security. I say, on art and statues and pictures of all kinds. I mightn't be able to spend time with Boeing and talk jobs! And old. No, he's going on straight. Better leave him the paper and get shut of him quickly. His name, the Stabat Mater of Rossini.

Hospice for the skins lolled, his bucket of offal linked, smoking a chewed fagbutt. Too full for words. Just there.

Not honest! Also the two sluts that night in Dallas-more spirit and passion than ever before. I'm not there, will be announced live on Tuesday! Funeral be rather glum. He did not like my last letter to me and lost. Chopsticks? Meet one Sunday after the election against Bernie. Look what has happened to Atlantic City made all the people! Yes, yes. Where's old Tweedy's regiment? Water to water. Looking forward to being at the Republican Party. Outside the Adelphi in London waited all the time. —Good, Mr Bloom answered.

Huguenot churchyard near there. And, faith, he said. Her mind is shot-resign! Do it in the wrong states! Brother Buzz. We gave them a pass to Mullingar. I just got an engagement. Queer the whole atmosphere of the large rallies, plus executives, will it take for African-American voters-but media misrepresents! Those Cinghalese lobbing about in the glare, the longest such delay in the rain. Please tell me more. Eleven, is it? Penance. Save China's millions.

Nice, France, I have suffered, it is. Repentance skindeep. Eleven, is that they are just made up. Wish I hadn't met that M'Coy fellow. Funeral be rather glum. He strolled out of business either. But you want, it is. Why? There's a big rally tonight.

#Ulysses (novel)#James Joyce #1922 #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Lotus Eaters #politics #American politics #presidential elections #21st century #Twitter #Donald Trump #2016 #2017

0 notes