#god bless my Dutch oven

[apnourry]

after craving pulled pork for a good 38 hours I uh just made some????bc apparently that's a thing you can do?????anyway 13/10 will do again

[aroguexenolith]

Ok, so…. A pound of ground beef makes a LOT of chili………

[teenage-mutant-ninja-freak]

Would each of the turtles be comfortable with letting one rip in front of their S/O or would they hide that part of themselves for awhile?

If I had a dime for every time someone sends in a request to do with farting I'd have 3 dimes, it's not a lot but it's weird that it's happened 3 times, right?

Leo

The calm, totally controlled leader

he does not feel comfortable letting rip in front of you, at least, not straight away

the only thing is, he can't control it in his sleep

so the first time you spend the night, he is ripping ass under those sheets from holding it in all day

he actually wakes up to you wheezing and crying with laughter because, as you put it: "It sounds like you're shitting yourself, babe"

after that he kind of realises that there's no point holding it in

still tries to be discreet about it

will leave the room and such

he gets embarrassed a bit too easily when it comes to something he sees as his "downfall"

bless him

but keeping it in makes him tummy hurt

Raph

so Raph is actually similar to Leo in the sense that he gets flustered really easily

but it's less to do with it being considered rude

and far more to do with that fact that when he passes gass, everyone and their grandma knows about it

boy could evacuate a room with that ass

so he hides it

leaves the room, but he can only say he's going to the bathroom so many times before that becomes a gross image as well

you can hear his belly rumbling with what he's keeping in

until, when getting up off the sofa, he accidentally toots

it's only small, but it's powerful

the lad drinks a lot of protein shakes, ok???

it messes with your intestines

he's so, so sorry

but you can't help but laugh

it makes him a bit less upset when you pull him closer to tell him it's alright

but then he laughs when you say "Oh god, I'm squeezing you, please don't fart on me again"

after that he just warns you when it's coming

you have a running gap that involves you pulling a clothes peg out to put on your nose

he gets more comfortable with it

Mikey

I know what you're all thinking "Oh Mikey doesn't really have shame so this blog guy is going to write him as farting 24/7"

wrong!

Mikey does not let rip in front of you for a good amount of time

thinks it will put you off him

he waits for you to do it first

then, and only then, does he feel like he can be gassy in front of you

mainly to turn it into a competition to make you laugh

he lives off an eclectic diet of pizza, pizza rolls, anything with cheese and candy so it will not smell great (does it ever?)

when he gets comfy enough it does also turn into a "pull my finger" type of gag too

but he knows that he can't just blow off then and there when you first get together

he's a gentleman after all

would totally never try to dutch oven you....

Donnie

poor, nervous, insecure baby

he knows logically that it's only natural

but he also knows that it's gross

weights up the possibilities of you leaving him because of it

thinks it's low but not impossible

then one day he gets a stomach bug and, god help you all...

he cannot help it

his intestines feel like they're going to explode if he doesn't

and you want to be there all the time to take care of him

it happens, he goes red, head in hands

until he hears you giggling

then he looks and the giggle turn into full belly laughs

"Better out than in, sweetie" you laugh

he feels a bit more comfortable after that but he still doesn't like doing that around you

normally leaves the room but is honest about why

[sebsxphia]

Sebbie m'dear, I'm really glad to hear you're doing well and I am sorry for your loss. If you need to talk I'm always around but there's no pressure to do so at all.

I really, really enjoyed that soft Preacher!Rhett drabble you wrote out (hit a little bit harder than usual but I absolutely love that side of him and can't resist it, lol). Might I offer you another in return??

I was thinking about it being fall and the weather growing colder. It's getting to be spooky season which means the church's annual Halloween party is right around the corner (like I said, man of God or not, Rhett loves Halloween and all the fun that comes with it) and that means the church craft market, the farmers' market and the Halloween fundraisers for the childrens' and veterans hospitals etc.

Rhett doesn't really have to shoulder too much duty in the fall seeing as he has you and the babies to look after. It's one of those crisp, autumn Sundays where you've just shooed the babies outside to go and play in the leaf piles that Rhett's raked up or blown with the leaf blower and they're all in their little flannel jackets and sweaters.

You're inside the house where it's nice and warm and cozy, the woodstove in the living room is going as is Tim Burton's "Corpse Bride". Baby Dallas, your youngest that you and Rhett adopted, is snoozing away in his little wicker bassinet in the living room, all snuggled under his crocheted blankets, sucking away on his little blue paci while the family cat is nested in beside him, purring away. You're slow cooking a chuck roast in the little red dutch oven full of carrots, celery, pearl onions, garlic, herbs, spices and a rather liberal helping of red wine (lol) and the house smells soooooooo good.

Rhett and the older children all come traipsing in from the chilly afternoon to the smell of dinner slow cooking in the oven. The babies all head down to the playroom that you and Rhett had made for them, waiting for the rest of your friends and family to come over for Sunday dinner including an elderly neighbor of Rhett's who's never missed a Sunday service since she was little. You and Rhett both share a little bit of a slow dance in the kitchen until Dallas starts waking up from his nap and wants his daddy.

You and Rhett both hang around in the kitchen for a little while, you to get the dinner prepped and him to have the baby close by in case he needs to feed (he definitely wasn't against you using a home remedy or something from the doc to stimulate the milk flow when you adopted Amy and she needed to feed and also knew you needed to do the same for Dallas when he came out of his incubator). Even still, you both look at the little stone claddagh ring wall plaque that says "Bless This House", you and Rhett know full well that you are and always will be.

ohhhhhhhhh my love my love my loveeeee! if this isn’t the dream! i’ve mentioned it before, but that season is my absolute faveeee and i felt so warm, cosy and comforted reading this, it was so lovely and really what i needed rn 🥺

to live a content and cosy life like that with rhett would just be the dream! i loved all the little descriptions of yours 🥹

thank you so much for this sweet and comforting thought, and for your well wishes. it means so much to me and you know i’m always here if you need me too 🥺 ilysm, mwah mwah mwah! 💗🫶🏼

[margridarnauds]

I was tagged by @lesbianelinordashwood (Thank you!)

5 foods: 4 you love, 1 you hate

I am a NOTORIOUSLY picky eater (combination of autism + picky eater gene), which makes me a pain in any food environment I’m not used to (though I’ve been working on broadening my palate and, I want this emphasize, will always be polite when I’m staying at someone’s place. Guest hospitality trumps the picky eating gene every time.)

4 I love:

    1. Rice, my beloved. Especially in teriyaki chicken recipes. Cheap, easy to make, filling. Who’s doing it like Her? 

    2. Pork belly -- I developed a taste for it when I was in Ireland. There’s a restaurant chain there called “The Spitjack” that serves pork belly, and it’s in most of the major cities which makes it an ideal stop for me at the end of a long conference (I’ll probably actually find an excuse to go when I’m in Ireland this week, actually). I’ll also eat pork belly in ramen; there’s a nice ramen place where I live that sells a relatively cheap pork belly dish for $8 with rice and quail egg that I love. (Paired, because I’m a Classy, Refined Bitch, with strawberry Ramune soda.) Something of a luxury food, given...well. Grad student. But so, so worth it. 

   3. Hot Dog Lattice -- My beloved. Speaking of foods I’m very likely to get while I’m in Ireland this week, no trip to Ireland’s complete without Her. (I actually found out the reason why most of my Irish friends look at me like I grew two heads when I bring up hot dog lattices -- they are actually Dutch. Hence why you can get ahold of them mostly at places like the Dutch brand Spar, even though you can sometimes find them in, say, Dunne’s, but not Tesco. God bless the Dutch for that one, honestly) 

   4. Ziti with meat balls -- When I was a child, my mother worked in a town about 45 minutes away. We were financially secure, we were happy, and sometimes, she would bring back ziti for me from an Italian place that was about an hour away. For me, ziti always tastes a little bit like love, as I still associate it with my mom coming home and those early days when it didn’t feel like we had any problems. My ziti uses a different sauce than the one they used at that restaurant, I don’t think I could replicate it if I tried, but baked ziti became one of my favorite dishes to make when I was in Ireland, since the noodles were cheap and it was easy to stick the pot in the oven, put on the cheese, and stick it back in again.  (Yes, I’m aware that most of these are things I had in Ireland, but consider: They have happy memories attached to them.) 

1 I hate:

    1. Pickles -- I have hated them ever since I was a child. Hated, hated, hated. “Just remove the pickle from the cheeseburger!” “But you don’t UNDERSTAND, I can *still taste it.*” 

Honorable mention to:

Easy mac, pulled pork (especially with Sweet Baby Ray’s sauce), lemon sugar crepes, garlic bread, chicken rice casserole, Cadbury creme egg ice cream (’tis the season), Sesame chicken, toast with a light scraping of grape jelly or orange marmalade, the fried chicken from the restaurant near where I grew up, Wendy’s chicken nuggets with fries and fruit punch, bacon (also, for once, I’m specifying American bacon here), mashed potatoes that still have a little bit of the chunks in them with butter, pork chops, garlic naan bread (sometimes with meat inside), mango mousse cake, potato pancakes, fried oysters, European chocolate (Cadbury is one of my all-time favorites, especially the popping Cadbury bars, but I’m not THAT precious about it...so long as it tastes like chocolate), s’mores, Cornish game hen, Kerry Gold butter, challah bread from the bakery near my old apartment

Tagging: @fallenidol-453 @mossadspydolphin @nastasyafilippovnas @claradwor @violetcancerian

[100layersofdaddyissues]

brownies

i know i said i would be bringing out angel part 3 but i hit a block and became inspired so i wrote a little drabble about baking with Pedro.

@innerstrawberrypolice​ this ones for you bebita

pedro x reader domestic

warning: age gap (legal) mild swearing and minor discussion about animosity between parents. also 2020. 2020 needs a warning. 

Being with Pedro in quarantine seemed like a blessing at first, I mean, it was your boyfriend Pedro. You didn’t really consider when you agreed to it, that neither of you could or liked cooking, you’d been ordering in everyday for months with the occasional ramen noodles or pancakes. But in the middle of June, you truly missed baking.

             “my darling how would you feel about risking our lives at Walmart for ingredients to bake brownies?” you said in the sweetest tone hoping that he would be willing.

             “baby we have ingredients for brownies here!” he yelled from the other room, you knew he didn’t want to leave the house, especially for something so trivial.

             “actually, we don’t, we don’t even have eggs, come on we need to go grocery shopping.”

“its 9:30 at night we don’t need to go grocery shopping right now.” Walking back into the kitchen as he replied.

             “fine ill go by myself, you wait here, I don’t want you getting sick, your old man heart couldn’t handle it.” You quipped hoping some banter would alight enough fire in him to take you to the store.

             There was no secret that there was an age gap between you and Pedro, it wasn’t a crazy one. Okay yes it was mildly crazy, but it was legal, and you were happy together, to hell with what other people said, your parents included. His friends and family had been so welcoming and accepting that your mother calling you a gold-digging whore didn’t even seem to faze either of you.

             As you started walking away towards the front door Pedro grabbed you by the waist and spun you to face him, “listen, mi amor, I am not old, I am wise a silver fox.” He said looking down on you with a smirk, he moved his head to your neck trailing kisses up towards your jaw. As you tilted your head back you remarked, “ahh by you see my love, you being a silver fox comes with the added necessity of you being old, you cant be silver if you’re not old.” He pulled away from you to look down at you and say, “alright fine would you like to go get brownie ingredients or would you like to keep teasing me about my age, and my I remind you that you’re the one fucking this old man.”

             “brownies please,” once again melding into your sweet innocent voice, “but we really do need to get groceries. Maybe I can tease you in the car?”

             “don’t be a smart ass we’ll get groceries tomorrow now go get your mask.” God, I hate 2020.

               The drive to the store was filled with, as promised, more teasing from you, and more dirty remarks from Pedro about ‘well I can’t be that old, my dick still works” to which you replied something along the lines of “pull over and we’ll test that out.” Which then in turn made Pedro choke on air and nearly hit another car. Maybe road head wasn’t a good idea.

             As you jumped out of the car seat you all but pranced to the store entrance waiting there for Pedro to catch up. When he finally did, he took your hand leading you through the door, once inside though you were the one pulling him, directly to the baking goods isle.

             “okay so we need flour, eggs, sugar, powdered sugar, butter chocolate chips, sunflower oil and Dutch cocoa.” You prattled off the list of ingredients you needed to make brownies, “ooh and milk!”

             Pedro leaned in close to your ear and whispered in a hush and gruff voice “or, we could get box mix and then get home sooner so I could show you how young I am.” And understanding what he was implying, you ran the boxed batters, grabbed the first one you saw and ran back to him. “okay got it lets go. Now.”

             You realised halfway to the registers that you needed more than just the box to bake brownie, and so what was supposed to be just eggs and butter and milk, turned into a basket full of things you just had to have right that second or you would die, as Pedro put it.

             Finally arriving home, you unpacked and placed everything where they needed to be and finally you were ready to start baking.

             “okay, now I must warn you that if you get in my way and don’t listen to my instructions you will not be licking the batter, from the bowl, no do not look at me like that mister you won’t be licking it off my body either. (spoiler alert yes, he will be.) “alright carina lets get baking, come on.”

             You really didn’t expect the entire affair to be so messy, but this was your Pedro we were talking about, the man has every childish bone in him, it was messy, but it was fun. And within 20 minutes of threatening to crack eggs on each other’s head you were both sitting on the floor, in front of the oven with Edgar, all three of you eagerly peering into the over waiting for the brownies to bake. You were laying back against Pedro, both of you whispering beautiful things about, “this is the life I always dreamed I would have.” And “me too, it was worth the wait.” You couldn’t help but think. God, I love this year.  

[neon-junkie]

Hopefully it's not a bother, but could you write something about the Van Der Linde gang getting magically transported (Magic, Tardis, Marko, Science ) to the modern universe and having the gn! Reader help them adapt to this world? Maybe some of their reactions to new things (indoor bathrooms, new music, tv, memes) Thank you so much, love!

oh god this is a long post, and as always, im convinced i’ve missed one member out... minor drug warning on Johns headcanon, but the rest are tame. hope u enjoy!

Part 2 is here  |  Part 3 is here

Arthur finds your computer and figures out how to turn it on. Your face turns white when you find him on Tumblr, quickly shutting the tab and urging him up off the chair. "Hey! I was reading that! I was... erm, I think I was having sex with myself," he tells you. Yep, he's found the fanfiction. "Do they really mean that? That I got kind eyes and a, uh... fat ass, I think it was?"  You quickly show him the kitchen and run back to delete all your history. John goes rummaging through your cupboards for something to eat, and eventually finds the brownies in the fridge. You find him on the roof, his eyes red and his heads spinning. "Them.. them brownies..." he mutters. "I know, John," you sob back. You know which brownies he ate, and my god, he ate a lot of them. Arthur babysits him, his mind still questioning what he just read on your computer. Dutch finds the beast of a lawnmower you have in your garage, so you show him how to use it. Why not? He's mowing your lawn for free. Well, he did mow your lawn, but you eventually have to send a search party out after him, only to find him a couple of streets away, parked up next to a childs lemonade stand, insisting they should be selling this lemonade for more if they want to make a profit. 

Hosea also goes missing, but you find him during your search party mission. He's walking up the street back to the house with a paper bag in his hands, and he tells you he's managed to con the gas station clerk into giving him some free booze. You're not sure how, but he's done no harm so you let him enjoy his wine in peace. Bill found your anime figure collection, the ones with the big boobs. He asked you what they were, despite seeming rather flustered, but you tried to explain that it's normal and gave him a book to read. You catch him on your computer a few hours later buying himself a waifu body pillow because "I love her, dammit! Just let us be!" He also keeps pressing the squishy boobs on your anime mouse matt, and yes, he's still very flustered. Javier finds the TV in your room that has Netflix on it, so you show him how to use it and he seems happy distracting himself with that. You walk in a few hours later to see that Javier hasn't moved, but Molly is now by his side, also engulfed in the drag show on the screen. Javier has a thick pair of false lashes on that Molly managed to put on him, and the first thing he says to you is "can you believe this? They voted her off! I... I can't believe this." He's shaking his head and looks like he's about to cry. Charles discovers your computer, and you decide he'd be happy just browsing the web. You come back hours later to find 100 tabs open and your computer fan is louder than an airplane. The current tab open is on a 'where's Waldo?' piece. He's very close to the screen, and you decide to show him how to zoom in to help him find Waldo faster. He's very thankful, and not causing any damages so you leave him to it. Lenny also rummages through your kitchen and finds a pizza in the freezer. He asks you what it is, so you put it in the oven for him. He spends the whole 15 minutes sitting in front of the oven, briefly saying hello to Sean as he runs through. Lenny manages to get the pizza out without burning himself, turns the oven off, cuts up the pizza and takes it upstairs to enjoy with Jack. Yes, he also fed Sean a slice. Sean finds the energy drinks in your fridge that you keep for work. They tasted a little funny at first, but after the third one, he's decided he likes them. You catch him opening his fourth, his eyes are wider than the moon. He cries when you take it off him, and spends the rest of the day running around the garden with your dogs, followed by going to each member of the camp and personally annoying them until he crashes out under your dining table. It's a cozy spot for a nap. Kieran uses your computer after Charles comes off it, and discovers youtube. He starts off with simple cat videos and eventually moves on to fails and meme comps. By the time dinner rolls around, nobody can understand him, and you barely understand half the things he's saying. The only thing you do understand is "big mood," which is what Kieran says when he sees Sean asleep under the dining table. Pearson decides to avoid the kitchen and try something new, and you're quick to decide he'd enjoy rock music. You show him a couple of CD's and leave him to have a listen, only to come storming back up the stairs a few minutes later because he's turned the volume up to full blast and is having a rather funky jam session. "Now this, this is real music!!" He's really enjoying the classics. Trelawny is quick to figure out how to use the TV. He's seen "those moving picture shows" before, and he's mesmerized by how far they've come! You catch him up at 5am watching documentaries to help bridge the gap between his time and yours, and when you walk into the lounge, you're met by a very sleep deprived Trelawny. The only thing he says to you, with heavy bags under his eyes, is "terribly sorry to hear about all these wars you've been having, my dear." He finally goes to bed, but only because you make him. Swanson disappears, but there's a church down the road from you so you decide to check there first. He's inside, joining in on the ceremony, singing his heart out to all the hymns with a real bible in his hands, not the fake one he has back at camp. He seems content so you leave him to it. He thankfully returns just in time for dinner, and tells everybody how he's been blessed and that we can "never leave this land!" Strauss also disappears very quickly, and you have to search for him when you go to look for Dutch. He's also at the lemonade stand, trying to explain to Dutch that if the child sells the lemonade for more, then they're less likely to get customers as it's too expensive. The two of them are arguing, and the child seems rather confused. Strauss later has a breakdown at the noise your toilet makes, he informs you that he'll be using your outside bathroom, even if it is just the bushes. Micah says he doesn't need you to show him the ropes and swats you away, so you leave him to it. You've not seen him for a good few hours, so you run around the house trying to find him. You eventually find him in your room, going through your underwear draw. Arthur is quick to knock his lights out, and you leave him tied up in the garage so he can't do any more damage. Micah also pissed all over your toilet seat and didn't flush. Abigail joins Trelawny in the lounge, watching the TV after Jack tells her he's happy playing with the toys in your room. She and Trelawny have an argument over what to watch next, so you give her your laptop to watch TV on, along with a pair of headphones. She refuses to come off a few hours later because she's way too engulfed in the modeling show she's watching. You promise her you'll let her give you a makeover if she comes off, and she finally agrees. Jack discovers your big box of legos and he seems more than content playing with those. He ends up building a fort, with the help of Lenny, and the two fire pillows at you when you try and enter the room. The pillow canons are, of course, made from legos. At least they're not lego pillows! Jack also thanks you for the pizza, describing it as 'yummy.' Sadie finds your katana collection, and you're quick to take them off her and attempt to hide them. She spends some time pretending to be interested in something else, but as soon as you turn your back for a split second, she's found them again and is heading straight for Kieran. The room where you keep your katanas is now locked and Sadie is in time out. Susan comes across your sewing machine and you're happy to show her how it works. She picks it up quickly, and her eyes glisten as she realizes just how fast this thing is. You leave her be since she's not causing any harm, but come back an hour later to find she's made new a new dress for herself, and all the girls in the gang, including Sadie. They're all matching! Tilly finds your piano and tells you she's happy to be left to her own devices, she knows how to play. You eventually have to tell her and Susan to calm down after receiving another noise complaint, as Susan is attempting to sing opera, and Tilly is killing it on the piano. At least she hasn't damaged anything. She later joins Mary-Beth in time to watch Beauty and the Beast, also sobbing at the film. Karen goes into your garage and discovers your old golf clubs. You show her how it works in your garden, but just like everybody else, it goes wrong. Your neighbor knocks on your door, screaming, demanding to know why you keep firing golf balls through their window. That's when you find Karen and Sean (who is still on his energy drink high) having a contest to see who can smash the most. Mary-Beth discovers your kindle, and she seems rather content with being able to read. There's no way this could possibly go wrong? Well, you come back a little later to find that Mary-Beth is sobbing after reading Beauty and the Beast. She wants a sappy romance just like that to happen to her. She cries even harder when she watches the Disney film, along with Trelawny who hasn't moved from the TV for hours. Molly picks up your tablet, and after showing her what youtube is, you leave her to it. You find her a few hours later sat in front of your mirror with the most flawless, full face of makeup. She greets you by going "hey sisters!" and speaks to you like a vsco girl. You have no idea what she's saying, but she seems to be doing fine, so you leave her to it.

[norman891]

...

@sleightlyoffhand

Edward sat watching the stars fade as sunrise transformed the blackness to grey, shades of lavender, apricot, gold, then brighter shades of blue.  He had been awake over twenty-four hours so far, first hunting and then tending the smokers that were curing and preserving venison, wild turkey, and wild boar for the crew.  He had bagged up the jerky as it finished drying first but he didn’t want it overly dry. The hog jowls and belly for bacon should be done in another few hours.

The larger cuts of venison, boar, and the whole turkeys would take a bit longer, probably mid-afternoon.  Those men not on guard duty were beginning to wake and were once again feasting on wild boar and some biscuits Victor had baked in a large Dutch oven. Victor brought Edward a plate and a hot cup of tea. The food was appreciated, but the tea was what Edward needed most of all. He could feel his body begin to feel more awake and livelier as he sipped the warm, brown liquid.

The deer hides and rattlesnake skin had been thoroughly cleaned and tanned using animal brains and stretched over frames. They would be ready for use within a few days and the frames could be taken back to the ship.  Sinew and bone were saved for future use, and both could be used for a multitude of purposes.

Victor was overseeing the loading of provisions to be taken out to the ship: lard, dried and fresh fruit and mushrooms, fresh and dried corn, and the cured jerky as well as some pots and pans he wouldn’t need on shore anymore today. Edward sent the great kilt back to the ship also. Victor gave him a hearty slap on his back.

“My little Scottie dog, he is damn fine hunter, eh?” His deep voice boomed.

“Thank ye, sir,” Edward replied.  “Tis how I helped my Da’ feed my family before he sent me tae Bristol tae apprentice under my Uncle Guy. He had his own butcher shop.”

“Ah,” Victor nodded. “So that is when you were taken by the press gang?”

“Aye,” Edward rubbed the back of his head instinctively. He took another long swig of his tea.  “Two damned years on the Flora. I was ne’er so glad to see a black flag in my life as when the Jolly Roger overtook her. God bless Captain Hook for taking me on. I could nae have taken much more on that cursed hulk.”

“Da,” Victor agreed. “Why doesn’t my friend stretch his legs. I’ll watch the smokers for a while. You’ve tended them all night.”

“Thank ye, Victor,” Edward nodded. “I could fair have a good pee I think.”  He headed off towards those boulders, smiling to himself, relieving the pressure on his bladder very close to the spot where he and Hook had….  He looked around.  He hadn’t seen the captain this morning.  He walked towards the tent and discovered Hook still asleep in a hammock set up under the tent.

Edward walked over to check on the guards to see if they’d had a chance to get some breakfast and see what, if anything, had caught their attention.  All reported no problems, except for Bill Jukes. He was eyeing a strange bundle of leaves that he hadn’t seen the previous evening.

Edward unholstered Matthew and Mark and cautiously approached the odd shaped bundle. He scanned the surrounding forest carefully, on high alert for a trap set by those horrid little boys, but he saw nothing. He picked the bundle up carefully and discovered it was sticky. Returning to the beach by Jukes, he unwrapped some of the leaves to discover the large chunk of honeycomb.

“Well who would have left that?” Jukes asked, thoroughly confused. “I never closed me eyes last night. Cap’n ‘ll have me flogged for this.” He fretted.

“Nae,” Edward reassured Bill. “I hae a few ideas about where this came from. I think someone be trying tae make a peace offering. Don’t you fret. I’ll take this to Victor, and we can have it with biscuits sometime.”

Victor was thrilled to get the honeycomb and crammed it into his last empty crock, setting it in the longboat to go back to the ship. He sent the fully loaded boat back to the ship to store the provisions in the pantry and galley.

Hook was awake by now and walked down to the shore, watching the boat, now about halfway to the Jolly Roger.  He noticed Victor and Edward both liking their fingers.

“And what is so tasty, gentlemen?” he inquired.

“Someone brought us a good hunk of honeycomb,” Victor answered.

“Who?!” Hook demanded.

“It was wrapped in leaves and left about twenty feet inside the forest,” Edward reported. “Jukes spotted it. I hae me own ideas about who brought it.”

“Oh?”

“I think that be a peace offering from the long absent Mr. Haigh, for his disappearing act.” Edward mused. “I di’ nae see the redskins nae those little demons gifting us wi’ perfectly good honey.”

“No,” Hook said thoughtfully, turning to look back at his defenses.

“I di’ nae trust that man, Captain Hook, sir.” Edward continued. “He’s nae a pirate nor a privateer. He’s a bloody no-good mercenary, a killer for hire and he’s nae allegiance tae you or any one o’ us.”

“True…” Hook answered, his eyes scanning the area. Finally, he spied Haigh, reclining comfortably on a small outcropping of rock, overlooking the camp. His anger bristled. “Mr. Haigh!” Hook roared. “Get your ass down here now and explain yourself!”

The rest of the crew all turned to eye Haigh, who was still lounging, quite satisfied on his cozy spot.

“NOW!” Hook roared again. Edward watched the red sparks flicker in Hook’s blue eyes, and Haigh lazily rose to his feet, yawned and stretched.

“Back to your smokers, Mr. Butcher.” Hook ordered. He noted Edward’s concern as he started to return to his position. “It will go better.” Hook said quietly.

 Edward returned to the smokers, adding wood chips and checking the doneness of the meat, but still keeping an eye on his captain.

“Today, Mr. Haigh!” Hook roared again.  This man’s insubordination in front of most of the crew was a problem he must deal with swiftly.

Victor stood behind Edward.  “Here comes trouble,” he stated flatly in his heavy Russian accent.--

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Ice Cream and Fire Oven Pizza - Chapter 18

Pairing: Elsa x Lea/Axel || Side Pairing: Riku x OC

Summary: Modern AU. She's an introvert ball of nerves who works at Ice Palace, a mall food court ice cream shop. He's the outgoing, sassy goofball who works at the Pizza Planet across the way. Hilarity, snark, and fluffy romcom hijinks ensue.

Word Count: 7,733

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Credit for super friggin’ cute and super friggin’ amazing cover art goes to the super friggin’ talented ky-jane here on tumblr!

"Oh dear god, the rumors are actually true."

I blinked over at Frozone. "What rumors?" I asked as I bent forward over the countertop towards the little girl with short black hair tied up in adorable pigtails, handing her an ice cream cone that was almost as big as she was.

He facepalmed, dragging his hands down his face to give me a deadpan look between his fingers. "Are you seriously dating the pizza guy?"

My shoulders tensed momentarily before I gave a nervous chuckle, holding my hand out to my tiny customer so I could receive her tip since she was too short to reach the jar. "Why do you ask?" I avoided his gaze, instead electing to sift through the small treasure pile now in my palm. Besides the assorted change, there was a smooth pebble, a shiny paperclip, and a crumpled up business card I assumed belonged to the kid's dad who she was scurrying back over to now. He was a big hairy guy standing off to one side in a garish blue suit with purple polka dots. The name on the card read James P Sully and he hailed from a company called Doors-R-Us, which I believed was a hardware store located somewhere else in the mall.

Out of the corner of my eye, I watched Frozone wordlessly point across the way. As I dropped the munny into the jar and tossed the rest, I looked to the Pizza Planet and I had to quash the urge to facepalm myself. Lea was bouncing around behind the counter there, not so subtly alternating back and forth between blowing me kisses and holding his hands up over his head in the shape of a heart.

"Yup," I sighed, closing my eyes and pressing my fingertips between my eyebrows, "that idiot over there would be my boyfriend alright."

It'd been a few days now since the group date. There hadn't been any further outings, not of that magnitude at least, but Lea and I had been taking our lunches together if they lined up as well as making other small public appearances together wherever else we could to keep the act up. I was finally getting to the point where I was more used to all the hand holding and hugs so they no longer fazed me, not outwardly at least. The little flutters my heart would give were another matter, but at least those were easy enough to conceal and keep to myself. His kisses, on the other hand, continued to be a work in progress, often still causing my brain to experience a temporary hiccup in functionality. But I liked to think I was getting better about that too, just more slowly. I still hadn't made any progress in the initiating-PDA-myself department, but I just needed more time. I was working up to it, I swear! I'd get there. Maybe today even. Perhaps… Possibly… Hopefully? ...unlikely. Ugh.

Lea himself had been enthusiastically taking on the task of leaving no doubt in anyone's minds that we were now a couple. In fact, this was not the first time he'd been brazenly sending me air kisses and hearts across the food court. Just the first time Frozone had caught him doing it.

"But why?" Frozone shook his head, looking genuinely confused. "I thought you two weren't even getting along. I mean, after the incident on your first day of work and all that weirdness in the weeks after…"

"Actually, we were dating before all that. Even before I started working here," I said quickly. Not that that helped clear things up for my coworker. Like… at all. But hey, I had a story to maintain. As his brow only wrinkled further at me, I winced. "It's… complicated."

He held his hands up, "You know what? I've decided I don't even care. As long as you don't let it interfere with your work, you do you, girl."

"Oh it won't! I promise! You can count on me," I reassured him, plastering on a smile. From my peripheral, I could see Lea was still at it with no sign of slowing down. If anything, he only seemed to be getting more spirited about it. To Frozone, I said with every ounce of dignity I could summon, "Now if you'll excuse me, I have a very important and totally work-related text to make on my phone right now that in no way, shape, or form has anything to do with…" I gestured a hand gingerly towards the Pizza Planet, "that over there."

"...uh-huh," he said flatly, turning away to assist another customer.

Hastily fishing my phone out of my skirt pocket, I brought up my texts, tapping on a certain name before my thumbs were blurring across the screen.

Quit it, you're making a fool of yourself.

I narrowed my eyes up at him as I hit send and he froze mid gesticulation, looking down at one pocket of his pants. Then I watched as he dug his own phone out, read my message and smirked before his fingers were on the move. There was a buzz in my hands and I looked down at the screen.

1st of all, when hz that ever stopped me b4?

Well he had me there.

2nd of all, u thought all that was 4 u? Plz, all that luv was directed mr studmuffin ovr there

I squinted one eye at the words before looking back up at him. He was now waggling his eyebrows as he pointed to my left and I realized he meant Frozone. The man in question was looking between us as he rang up an order, his eyelids drooping. "Do I even want to know?"

I snorted, biting back a grin. "No, I really don't think you do," I told him, tapping away at my keyboard again.

Dork.

Lea was now typing something back one handed, using the other to wave off Xion as she tried to get his attention.

U know it. What time u off?

I checked the clock on my phone before replying.

10 more minutes.

Xion was beginning to look frustrated over there as she more urgently tugged on his sleeve. Lea just smothered her face with his free hand, lightly shoving her away while he remained focused on his phone.

Perfect me 2. Dont go NEwhere without me, we got plans ;)

My head tipped to one side.

We do?

Xion huffed, stomping away to grab a giant slab of pizza dough and balling it up in her hands as she gave Lea the evil eye. He continued to remain blissfully unaware.

Most defini9kf.u1kd4

Apparently his fingers had slipped followed by accidentally hitting send as that ball of dough smacked him square in the jaw, courtesy of Xion's pitching arm. And strong arm at that, for it was enough to knock him straight off his feet and send him disappearing below the counter. She razzed her tongue at him, dragging her left lower eyelid down with a finger. Then she paled and squeaked, bolting into the back room when a scowling Lea pulled himself back up, half his face dusted with flour now and one eye twitching as he stalked after her. I just laughed softly, turning my attention to a new customer that had just approached my register.

A few minutes later found me clocked out and standing in the food court, scrolling on my phone while I waited. I was still in my work attire, including of course a pair of glorious, blessed stockings (of the snowman-print variety) because never ever again would be the day I'd go without. My hair was still pulled back into a ponytail, but I'd tucked away the Ice Palace cap into my bag.

"Ah, there ya are!" I felt Lea's arm slip around my shoulders and his hand cup the side of my head, bending it towards him so he could press a kiss into my hair. He grinned down at me, "How is my lil lekker stroopwafel this fine day?"

I blinked up at him. He was still in his work clothes too, sans apron and visor. Pocketing my phone, I echoed, "...lekker stroopwafel?"

"It's Dutch. It means you're my lil delicious waffle," he cooed and planted a swift peck to my cheek, which I squeezed one eye shut against.

Face warming, I gave him a blank look. "Do I even have to say it?"

He pouted, "Aw man, really? Overruled? Crap, I'd thought you'd like that one too. Guess it's back to the ol' drawing board." He started walking, the arm still hugging my shoulders pulling me along with him.

Shaking my head at him with a tiny smile, I asked, "So what are these plans we have?"

Holding an index finger up to his lips, Lea winked at me. "It's a surprise."

I quirked an eyebrow and frowned thoughtfully. "...is it the clocktower again?"

"Pft, like I'd do the same thing twice. What a lame-ass surprise that'd be. What kinda uninspired oaf do you take me for? Gotta keep things new! Fresh!" he chuckled as he moved us along, keeping our pace brisk. "And bonus, it's good for the masses to see the two of us out and about like this. Keeps us in the public eye and people talking about what a freaking adorable couple we make. Stop here."

"Wha-?" I was cut off as he suddenly swept me around, pointing me at the Bippity Boppity Boo formalwear shop. However, I got the feeling that he wasn't so much facing me towards it specifically as he was more so facing me away from something else.

Standing in front of me now, he brushed a hand down over my sight. "Close your eyes please. No peeking now."

As soon as he removed his palm, my eyes snapped open again, "But what are you-"

"I said no peeking," he laughed, his hand gently sliding my eyes shut again. "You'll see soon enough, 'kay?"

"Fine," I puffed out a breath, crossing my arms and doing as I was told this time.

A shadow flickered over my eyelids - I think he was waving his hand in front of my face. Then I heard his footsteps walking past me, followed by him asking, "You got it?"

"Right here!" a friendly female voice I didn't recognize responded.

"Perfect! Thanks, you're an angel, this world isn't worthy of your pure divinity," he said back, to which she just gave a warm chuckle. Then I heard the tip-tap of Lea's shoes again, could feel him hovering just behind me now. When he spoke, his voice was right next to my ear, "Alright, you can open 'em now."

I did, discovering he'd looped his arm around to hold something up in front of my nose. A flower. Two of them actually, blooming from one stem, both white and delicate and with fuzzy sprigs of yellow sprouting out the centers.

"...winter honeysuckle?" I said quietly, carefully taking it from him.

His head still beside mine, I felt him nod, "Mm-hm! It's your favorite, right?"

I turned to look at him as he straightened up now. "How did you know?"

"Asked Raindrop," he grinned, shoving his hands into his pockets with a shrug and not yet taking a step back, remaining real close.

"Thank you," I murmured, bringing it up to my nose with a soft inhale. "I'm surprised it's blooming this time of year."

"That's Aerith for you. The Greenthumb Goddess," he tossed his head back towards the flower kiosk behind him and in particular at the woman running it. I recognized her from last time I'd walked past here, her big pink bow hard to forget. She just smiled at me, green eyes dancing as she waggled her fingers in a tiny wave.

I returned the smile and wave before setting my gaze on Lea once more. "Is this the surprise?"

"Are you kidding? Please, this is just the opening act. C'mon," he slipped his hand into mine and gently tugged me into a walk once more.

"But what's it for? Is there some sort of special occasion?" I frowned down at the plant, twirling it between my fingertips as I racked my brain, trying to come up with the answer myself but drawing a blank.

"Whaddya mean, what's it for?" he snorted as we passed an Olympus Gym with floor-to-ceiling windows, through which could be spotted a squat, bald, grumpy looking fellow that appeared to be training a chiseled, golden-haired Adonis who could be a strong contender for the Mr Universe title. Pulling me onto an escalator, Lea continued, "I just wanted to give ya something you'd like."

We slowly rose up to the second level, a Blitzball Sports shop and a Glass Slipper shoe store gliding by before disappearing beneath us on the floor below. A crease formed between my eyebrows. "But why?"

He blinked at me, then chuckled and ruffled his fingers through his hair. "Just cuz! What, does a boyfriend hafta have a reason to give his girlfriend lil gifts every now and again? Jeez, ya act like you never-" he froze, eyes widening. The back of his foot hit the top of the escalator, catching him off guard and he stumbled, but managed to remain upright before looking back at me horrified. "Wait. Please, please don't tell me your royal dumbass of an ex never gave you any flowers."

I stepped off the moving stairs after him, looking away with a tiny huff. "Yes, of course he would. Big bouquets, in fact, full of a whole variety of blooms. They were actually quite lovely… but…" I raised the flowers up to my nose once more, hiding my small grimace behind them. "...well, there was just always a reason… an event or something. Just because etiquette would demand it. And they were never winter honeysuckles. I don't think he even knew they were my favorite. He never… asked…"

Lea pinched the bridge of his nose with a grumbling sigh. "This guy sounds more n' more like a total tool with each new thing I hear about him. Ugh, forget him," he brightened, linking our hands together once more, leading us onward.

We passed a magic shop bearing a glittery sign that read Sorcerer's Apprentice, inside which were two old dudes, each with beards more ridiculously long and grey than the last, plus a younger blonde gentleman with a goatee and several piercings, his hands shuffling what was most likely a trick deck of playing cards. Neighboring that establishment was the Blue Sitar, a musical instrument store with some guy snoozing behind the counter, his hair at war with itself, not quite sure whether it was a mohawk or a mullet.

My attention was drawn back to Lea as he chimed in once more, "Besides, we have way more important concerns to be thinking about." He turned his head to the right and his eyes lit up. "Like puppies!"

"Pup-?" the word was swallowed in a gasp as he dragged me into a run towards a store dubbed 101 Spots. A pet store, to be exact, as I quickly learned when we passed through its doors and my ears were greeted with a chaotic chorus of woofs, meows, and chirps. Both eyebrows shot up my forehead as I glanced around, "...is this the surprise?"

"Nah, this is just a detour," he chuckled, releasing my hand to squat down and reach forward, fingers beckoning towards a dalmation near the cashier counter. The dog's ears perked up curiously for a second, then it gave an excited bark and barreled into his arms, nearly toppling Lea to the ground. It seemed the two were already old pals, if the way the canine's tail thumped against the carpet was any indication.

I tilted my head. "For puppies?"

"Well yeah! Always detour for puppies! Isn't that right, Mr Slobber-Drool-Face? Yes it is!" he squished the dalmation's face between his hands, using his baby-talk voice as it responded by enthusiastically giving him doggie-kisses.

Oh dear. Lea liked dogs.

"Is that the spot right there, buddy?" he asked as his four-legged friend flopped onto its back expectantly and Lea obliged, both hands giving vigorous belly scritches. "Oh yeah, that's definitely the spot! Woojy-woojy-woo!"

Like… really, really liked dogs.

My crush was soaring to dangerous new heights.

Clearing my throat, I tucked my flower into my bag, leaving the petals poking out the top so they didn't get smashed. Then I kneeled down beside him so I could reach down and scratch behind the dog's ear. It lapped at my palm and I grinned. "You looking to take this one home?"

"That's Pongo," a new voice spoke up. I looked up to see the woman with blonde hair done up into a bun smiling at me from behind the counter. Anita, or so her nametag boasted. "And he's not for sale. He and Perdita," she looked fondly down at a second dalmatian sleeping nearby, "belong to my husband and me. Perdita will be having puppies soon though, so you may want to check back in a few weeks."

"I like to stop in and give Pongo and all the other puppers here some wub whenever I can," Lea cooed, playfully wrastling the dog into a hug.

My eyes crinkled as I watched him play with the pooch for another minute, then I stood up once more, deciding to take a look around. I meandered slowly, reaching into the low pens as I passed by to give quick pats to dogs, cats, and bunnies, running my fingers lightly along the bars of bird cages as their occupants quizzically cocked their feathered heads at me before I moved on.

Finally I came to a stop in front of the puppy pen. And I didn't mean that in the same way Lea did, who seemed to call everything that barked and ran on all fours a puppy, regardless of the animal's true age. These were actual puppies. There were a bunch of children on the other side of the pen that had gathered most of the puppies into a joyful frenzy over there. However, there was one that was staying back, ears at attention as it sat on its haunches and stoically watched the others frolic. Put quite simply, it was a pure ball of fluff, white and poofy. It had to be more fur than dog.

"Hey there little guy," I murmured, getting its attention as I bent down over the enclosure. It backed up a step, lowering into a crouch and giving the hand I offered it a tiny growl, which was more cute than threatening. "It's alright," I soothed patiently, still holding out my hand. The snarling subsided and after a hushed pause, it tentatively crept forward to snuffle at my hand before giving it a timid lick. "Ah, I see," I laughed, sticking both hands in now to pick the puppy up and hold it in front of my face, "not such a tough guy after all, huh? No, you're just a big ol' softie deep down."

Its stubby tail began to wag and it replied with a small yip.

"You don't say?" I smiled back, cradling it in my arms now and taking one of its paws in my hand. "Look at those feet. You're going to be a big fellah, aren't you? Do you have a name?" Another yip. I scanned the puppy corral, but didn't see any signs listing names. Ruffling the cushy fur of its tummy, I told it, "Well you look like a Marshmallow to me."

"Quick," Lea suddenly appeared at my shoulder, whispering into my ear, "you distract everyone with your feminine wiles and I'll stuff the pup down my shirt to smuggle him out of here."

I snerked, not taking my eyes off the poof as I tapped a finger to its wet nose. "Ah, so this is the one you're going to get. Good choice."

"Me? Nah," he shook his head as his hand went to pet it and it repaid him by treating his fingers like a chew toy. He didn't seem to mind. "Saïx would murder me execution style if I ever brought a dog home."

I turned to look up at him now, arching an eyebrow. "But I thought you said Saïx loved dogs."

"Nope. Other way around, they love him. He just suffers their presence. Does lead to some pretty funny interactions though whenever he crosses paths with one. But no, I meant you. How 'bout it, wanna give this lil tyke a home?"

"Oh no," I sighed sadly, shifting the puppy in my arms and it took the opportunity to flick my nose with its pink tongue as I did so. "Unfortunately, pets aren't allowed in my apartment complex. But maybe when I get my own place."

His head rocked back slightly, "Huh? Already have plans to move out? But you just got there."

"Situation's temporary. My room's a future baby nursery, so I need to find a place before junior arrives in a few months." I nuzzled the critter's snoot. "Hopefully I'll find somewhere nice that allows dogs and I can get a little cutie like this guy to just snuggle with in bed all day."

"Mmm," he hummed. I could feel his hand trailing down the length of my ponytail, running it through his fingers and letting it slowly slip free strand by strand as he mumbled, "Sounds like that would be nice to come home to." Then he tensed beside me, snatching his hand back to instead scratch a spot behind his ear, "Er… that is… I mean you make… coming home to a dog sound nice. Heh."

I made a noncommittal noise in my throat, stroking a curled finger under the puppy's chin.

"...I'm going to have to take the lil mutt away from you, aren't I?" I heard Lea ask.

"Chances are good, yes."

"Alright, fuzzball, time to go back to your pen before the pretty lady commits grand theft doggo," he scooped the pooch from my arms. It growled at him and he just snorted as he plopped it down into the enclosure, "Oh yeah, so scary. Got me shaking in my stylish-yet-sensible Chuck Taylors."

Would-Be-Marshmallow ran up to the plastic fence, whimpering at me and giving me the full force of its sad puppy-dog stare. I tucked in my bottom lip, my hands already reaching for it again, "Maybe I should just-"

"Nope, let's go," he snagged my hand and started leading me towards the exit. "Don't make eye contact, that's how they get ya. One look and bam! You're powerless to resist their evil, doggie mind games."

I let him guide me back out of the store, offering little resistance beyond a tiny pout. It wasn't until he led us onto another escalator that I snapped out of my sulking. I furrowed my brow, looking down, "Wait, we're descending."

One step below me, he turned to face me with a smirk. This was one of the rare occasions he was at my eye level without having to stoop. "Yes, that more or less tends to happen on down escalators."

"But why?" I frowned.

His head tipped slightly to the left. "...I'm guessing you're looking for an answer more sophisticated than, 'to get to the first floor.'"

I rolled my eyes, "Yes, I mean why-" I stopped, realization dawning on me and my eyelids drooped. "...did we seriously only go to the second floor so you could pet the dogs?"

"Puppies," he corrected then shrugged, "and yes. It was on the way."

"No, no… if it requires taking an up escalator to get there, then a down escalator to get back on track, that is by definition out of the way."

He lifted his chin with a sniff, "Puppies are never out of the way."

I shook my head at him, "You have a problem."

"Says the puppy snatcher."

"I did not-"

"Oh-ho, but you wanted to. Could see it in your eyes, El," he leaned forward, pointing to his own gaze. "Lucky I was there to save you from going down a dark path from which there's no turning back."

I gave a huff through my nose and deadpanned, "My hero."

"That's right, babycakes. And don't heroes always get a kiss from their lady fairs in honor of their heroic deeds?" His hands shifted to cover mine on the rubber handrails and he leaned in further still, his nose brushing mine, his eyes hooded.

Cue the conga drum beat that was the hammering of my heart.

Gosh, he really did just so love using this pretend boyfriend act to mess with my head, didn't he?

Well, nope. Nu uh. Not today, you stupid blush! Turn around and march yourself back to wherever you came from because this face ain't buying what you're selling.

I rocked back on my heels a bit, regaining a little space between us as I turned my head away. "Well, if you head back to 101 Spots, I'm sure Perdita would love to slobber you with those kisses."

Snerking, he stepped off the escalator as we reached the bottom, muttering, "Was worth a shot." As I followed him onto the ground floor, he grabbed hold of my shoulders and guided me a few steps further before bringing us to a stop. "Here we are!" he proclaimed, flourishing his hands out before us, "Ta-da!"

My nose scrunched up slightly. "...The Toy Box?" I read the colorful sign hanging over the archway before me that opened up into (you guessed it) a children's toy store. It seemed business was currently slow, for inside all I could see was one employee by himself, wearing a kiddie cowboy hat too small for his head and galloping around on a stick horse to amuse himself.

"Huh?" Lea followed my gaze then tsked under his breath. "No, not that. That." He pivoted me slightly so I was instead looking at the next business over. Above its entrance flashed big, neon letters spelling out Hot Wheels. They were punctuated by a blinking image of a pair of old fashioned four-wheeled skates leaving a trail of cartoon fire in their wake.

"A roller rink?" I asked slowly and uncertainly.

"Yup! C'mon!" And with that, he weaved our fingers together once more and pulled me through the doors.

The place was huge inside, with eighties synth-pop blasting out from the overhead speakers. The ambient lighting was dim, but you'd hardly notice what with all the glowing neon rainbow tubes twisting and stretching along the walls, the iridescent laser light show dancing to and fro, and the spotlights darting about all over the large arena that was taking up a majority of the space. It was jam-packed with roller skaters laughing and having a good time.

Lea led me over to a long counter immediately to the right of where we'd entered. The cashier across from us was a chick with short, choppy black hair that had a few streaks of violet in it. She said nothing, just crossed her arms and stared at us, chewing her bubblegum and looking unimpressed.

"Hey Go Go!" Lea chirped at her, holding up a pair of fingers. "Two sets of skates please!"

Bored stare not letting up, she merely blew a bubble and remained silent. For a second, I almost thought she hadn't heard him over the blare of the music. But then the gum burst and she gave a flat, "This her?" Her eyes gave me a quick once over before narrowing on Lea. "She's too good for you, Red."

"Don't I know it!" he laughed before shifting over to mime cupping his hands over my ears, "But don't let her hear you say that, otherwise she might finally come to her senses and dump my sorry ass!"

Her eyelids drooped and she blew another bubble. Tough crowd, it seemed. With another pop, she turned her back to us, grabbing a few things off the shelf behind her before dropping them down on the countertop in front of us. "You know where the lockers are," was all she said as I looked down at the padlock and two pairs of roller skates - the smaller set powder blue while the others a blinding red.

"Sure do! Thanks, Go Go," Lea beamed, gathering everything up and tucking it under one arm.

I cocked my head at her, "But I didn't even tell you my shoe size, how-"

Once again, I was being dragged away by Lea's hand on mine. I tripped but caught myself, glancing over at him as we walked towards some benches. He grinned, "Don't worry, they'll fit. Like me, she's got a gift," he tapped an index finger to his temple. "Except instead of ice cream, it's skate size."

Okay… strange talent.

But couldn't argue with results. They fit like a glove. As I tightened and tied my rentals, I glanced over at Lea out of the corner of my eye while he did the same with his. Roller-skating, huh? Not what I'd expected. Then again, I'd had no idea what to expect. But this could be fun. Plus, maybe I could look at this as another opportunity to initiate PDA. Couples roller-skating was an optimal time to do that, right? Right! I just needed to look for my opening and, I don't know… just grab his hand, something like that.

Alright. Mission Make A Move was in motion.

Maybe.

We'll see.

It wasn't long before both Lea and I had finished lacing up and stowed our shoes away into a locker along with the rest of our belongings we wouldn't need. I followed him to one of the few openings in the barriers surrounding the rink. "Ever roller-skated before?" he asked, stepping out into the oval arena just as the song You Spin Me Round started playing over the sound system.

"No," I shook my head, padding across the carpet and stopping at the edge of the ring. I watched as his wheels glided him into a half-spin with ease, coming to a stop when he faced me. Clearly, this wasn't his first rodeo. I shrugged, "But I used to ice skate, so shouldn't be a problem."

"Shouldn't be," he hummed a chuckle, eyes crinkling. Then he rolled back a few steps, making room for me and gesturing for me to proceed, "Have at it then."

I took a step onto the glossy surface, stumbled and nearly faceplanted.

I say nearly because Lea was there in the blink of an eye to catch my arms and steady me, giving a loud snort through his nose. "Dunno how much your ice skating background is gonna help ya here. Blades and wheels? Not the same thing. Ice and hardwood? Not-"

"-the same thing. Got it," I grumbled, my legs wobbling as I struggled to keep my balance, my fingers squeezing his forearms hard.

He smiled down at me before cautiously releasing one of my arms so he could about-face, shifting to my side. There, he took my other hand and tucked it into the crook of his elbow before his feet pushed off, coasting at the speed of molasses. Me, being on teeny-tiny tires, had little choice but to be towed along with him as he said, "Ice and roller-skating are two sides of the same coin, but still totally different animals. Your muscle memory is probably gonna work against ya for a bit. Your body will expect things to work one way and react accordingly only to be surprised when the physics of it all is totally outta whack."

"Thanks for the lecture, professor. I think I'll figure it out." I tested moving one foot forward, slipped and desperately tightened my grip on him to stay upright. "...eventually," I amended, both my arms hugging his bicep close now.

Did this count as making a move?

I don't think it did. It was more like advancing a move already in progress and not even one that I'd started myself in the first place.

Maybe I should concentrate less on making a move and more on just not falling flat on my rear.

Consider the mission scrapped.

"So… you were an ice skater?" he asked conversationally.

I nodded, trying out another step while still using him for support. This one went marginally better. "I took lessons for a few years as a kid. My parents' idea. Supposedly, it improves posture, balance, flexibility and coordination, all in the pursuit of excellence," I recited dryly. "But even though it was just another tool they used to mold me into being their perfect little girl, I still found it fun despite all that. I actually enjoyed it quite a lot. I was sad when they ended my lessons once they'd decided I'd outgrown it."

"Ah," he continued creeping us along at a lazy pace while I grew more bold and determined in my attempts to figure out how to make the cursed roller-skates bend to my will and obey me. "That explains why all your movements are so graceful."

"Graceful?" my head snapped up to look at him before I gave a derisive snort. "No, not at all, I'm a total klutz."

"Sometimes," he agreed, pulling to a stop and curving around to stand in front of me now as he hunched forward to look me in the eye, one corner of his lips twitching up. "But that's cute too."

Bam.

Shot through the heart.

Which, coincidentally, were the lyrics that'd just sung out over the speakers as the music switched to You Give Love A Bad Name.

As my brain scrambled to come up with a response, any response to that, a huge smirk suddenly flashed across his face and he declared, "And spin!"

"Wha-?"

Taking both my hands in his, he leaned back and started swinging us both around into a twirl together. Or perhaps death spiral would be the more appropriate term for it. I squeaked as we gained speed, our surroundings blurring more and more together, my feet scrambling to keep the wheels from slipping out from underneath me.

"Don't worry, I won't let you fall," Lea called, still grinning like a madman.

And oddly enough, I took comfort in those simple words. I shyly smiled back and my muscles began to relax. Once I stopped fighting the spin, it went a lot more smoothly. I laughed as my ponytail whipped about from the centripetal force.

He abruptly slowed us to a stop and I staggered at the sudden change, but he caught me around the waist with one arm, pulling me up against him. "I got you," he reassured, panting a bit from energy expended on the twirl. I just breathed a small chuckle and his gaze softened as it flicked from my eyes over to my ponytail, which had swung itself forward over my shoulder when we'd stopped spinning. He brought his free hand up to twist a platinum tendril around one finger. "...why don't you ever wear your hair down?"

"My…?" I blinked at the random question that'd seemingly popped up out of the blue. My gaze averted and shifted about. "Well, I… I guess I never really thought about it. Just to keep it out of my face, I suppose."

Lea watched his fingers as they continued to play with the strands. "Your hair is just really pretty. It looks… I mean, I can... imagine how nice it must look down."

That blush came a-knocking again. And this time my face, being the utter fool that it was, let it in.

I suddenly shot out one arm to the side, pointing a finger and blurting out, "Go over there."

He spluttered and snerked. "Seriously? Just cuz I'm a fan of your hair, you're banishing me?"

"Th-that's not- no, I just-" I stammered, looking down with a frown. "I want to try and see if I can skate on my own for a bit."

"Oh." He tipped his head. "You sure you're ready for that?"

"Won't know until I try. Now," I flicked my hand dismissively at him, "shoo."

Releasing me, he started skating backwards. "Fine. I'll be right here though if ya need me," he said, stopping just a few feet in front of me.

Now shakily standing under my own power, I moved one foot forward to attempt a glide. I teetered and I saw him tense, ready to spring into action and rescue me. However I steadied myself, shooting him a tiny warning glare. He backed off, raising his hands in surrender. I sighed then told him, "Turn around."

His head reeled back, "What?!"

"Turn around," I insisted, rolling slowly forward now, feet lurching and arms darting stiffly about to maintain my balance. He began drifting backwards, maintaining the same space between us. "I can't do this with you looking at me. I feel self conscious."

He beamed. "But I like looking at you! It gives me the warm fuzzies inside," he announced loudly into the sudden hush as the last song ended so all the other skaters around us could no doubt hear.

How I didn't pancake onto the hardwood right then and there will forever remain a mystery to me.

This guy, I swear. The lengths he was willing to go to to sell the whole boyfriend act would never cease to amaze me. Feeling that familiar warmth creep back up into my cheeks as Take On Me started to play, I snapped, "Just turn around!"

"Alright already, jeez," he sniggered, rotating away from me to face forward now while still maintaining the same snail speed.

"No peeking," I told him sternly.

Lea gave an exasperated laugh, "I'm not! I'm not peeking!"

I narrowed my eyes suspiciously on his back as I wobbled my way into another step. Then I had a thought. Perhaps now would be the opportune moment to give the whole PDA thing another shot. I was already starting to get the hang of roller-skating. If I could catch up to him, I could go for the hand or… or hug the arm or something! Just for the sake of maintaining appearances, of course. You know, just... keeping up my half of this whole pretend girlfriend-boyfriend deal. My motives were strictly professional and had nothing to do with a certain little, teensy-weensy crush that would never, ever even see the light of day.

Yeah, okay, let's do this.

Mission Make A Move was back on.

Alright, step one: reaching him.

...that might take some doing.

In the meantime, we'll instead work on step zero: small talk.

"Do you come here a lot?" I asked, unsteadily picking up speed and trying to close the gap. "You seem pretty good at it."

"The kiddos and I goof around here from time to time," he scissored his skates, leisurely weaving his feet in and out and in again. "Been doing it for a while now, so I've picked up a few things. Not gonna be going pro anytime soon, but I get by."

I attempted to mimic his actions with my own skates and failed miserably, floundering a bit before stabilizing. At least the fumble had brought me a few inches closer. "I'm sure you've brought a girl or two here before too."

He shook his head with a chuckle, "Nah. Never really made any stops along the way between the bar and my apartment when taking a lady friend home. But… I always did think this might be a fun place to take a gal on a date."

Realization struck.

"Wait!" my foot slipped, I staggered and flailed before catching myself. "Is this a date?!"

"Heh, sorta?" his hand went to the nape at the neck, tugging at the hairs there. "More of a mini-date? Or just… chilling together cuz we enjoy the pleasure of each other's dazzling company so much!"

"This is a date!" I repeated, stomping after him furiously now. Which, let me tell you, was not effective in skates at all. But through sheer force of will alone, I managed to get a bit closer. "I was supposed to pay for the next date!"

"And you have!"

I swear I could hear the smirk in his voice.

"I most certainly have not!"

Almost there now.

"Have too! It was free. Me and Go Go are tight, like this," he held up one hand, crossing his index with his middle finger, "so I gots the hookups!"

A growling huff escaped me. "Cheater. This doesn't count, I'm paying for the next one."

"This so counts! Next one's on me, you can cover the one after that."

I scoffed. "And give you time to figure out how to con the system again? I don't think so, you-"

I suddenly tripped over the toe stop of my left skate and toppled forward, crashing hard into Lea's back, my arms instinctively latching around his waist. He grunted in surprise and swayed, but managed to keep us both upright and standing. As I hung onto him as if my life depended on it, fingers clutching at the front of his shirt, face buried in his back and inhaling his cinnamon scent mixed with the hint of pizza that still clung to his clothes from having gotten off work not too long ago, it slowly sunk in…

Mission accomplished.

Move made.

...albeit accidentally.

But still!

One small step for Elsa, one giant leap for introvert-kind everywhere.

Maybe the next one I'd actually do on purpose.

Cheeks burning now, I awkwardly cleared my throat as I relaxed my grip on the fabric of his Pizza Planet polo and started to withdraw my arms, mumbling, "Sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"Don't," Lea said quickly, covering my hands with his and squeezing, forcing them to stay put right where they were. I could feel him pushing us off into a slow glide once more. "Don't… worry about it. It's fine, I don't mind. Take all the time you need to regain your footing."

"...thank you," I muffled into his shoulder blade. Then I hesitated, gnawing on my bottom lip. "...you know… for a guy who's never been an actual boyfriend before, you're actually really good at this."

I could feel his laugh rumble through his whole chest. "Thanks," he said, gently pulling on my arm to bring me around to his side so he could look down at me as he slung an arm over my shoulders, all while making sure my arms remained firmly secured around his midsection. There was a faint redness to his face, probably from the exertion of all this roller-skating. I could only hope he'd assume that was my excuse too. "I guess I was just waiting for the right person to come waltzing into my life." Then he winked and grinned, "That person being your uncle of course."

Eyes widening, I stumbled again, grasping Lea more tightly. "My… you mean the Duke?"

"Hell yeah, the Duke! Talk about silver fox! I mean, hot damn, mamma may I!" he fanned himself with his free hand.

Snorting, I shook my head. "I guess the heart wants what the heart wants."

He chuckled, rubbing his hand up and down my arm. "Seriously though, if it weren't for his Royal High-And-Snootiness marching into the food court and unleashing all holy hell, you and I wouldn't be here doing this right now. I wouldn't be unlocking and realizing my full boyfriend potential and you," he poked the tip of my nose, "wouldn't be experiencing all the joys that come with being the lucky recipient of such attention. He's the one that started it all."

"I suppose that's true," I nodded as I tried to mirror the way his feet moved. How did he make it look so easy?

"And I like to think we have fun with it too," he smiled down at me.

I returned it. "We do."

"Good. On that note," he reached down, unfastening my arms from his waist as he announced, "let's make like a pair of professional roller rinkers and dance!" Taking my hand in his, he whipped me into a couple tight spins.

"Roller rinkers?" I laughed softly when I came to a shaky stop, one hand going to his chest to steady myself. "Don't think that's a real term."

"Hey now, who's the one who actually knows how to skate here?" he smirked, twirling me out wide now. "Trust me, I know the lingo."

I rolled my eyes as he pulled me back in. "My mistake. Forgive me for questioning you, oh supreme fountain of roller-skating knowledge."

"Damn skippy! Now for the flashy finish," his hand went to the small of my back and he bent me backwards into a low dip, waggling his eyebrows at me as he did so.

And that's when it all went wrong.

For you see, I don't think nature ever intended for one human being to dip another while both had tiny wheels attached to their feet.

"Motherfu-" that's all Lea got out before our skates shot out from beneath us and we both went crashing painfully to the floor, him on top of me.

I heard him groan, then, "Shit! El, you okay?!" He hastily braced himself up onto his hands, hovering over me and eyes full of concern.

"Fine," I winced, my fingers going to rub the sore spot at the back of my head. "Let's just… leave the dancing to the professional roller rinkers from now on, okay?"

Relieved, he gave a low breathy laugh and pushed himself back to sit on his knees. "That sounds like quitter talk and I won't stand for it."

I sat up, propping my palms against the cold hardwood behind me. "Good, better not to stand period. Less chance of falling that way."

"C'mon, you. Back on the horse," he grinned, drawing a knee up to his chest to get one skate under him followed by the other before standing and reaching his hands down towards me.

With a sigh, I took them and let him pull me back up to my feet. "Alright, but no more dipping."

One arm encircling my shoulders once more, his eyes crinkled. "I make no such promises."

That earned him an elbow to the ribcage.

Author's Note: Here, have the latest batch of lil references I've baked up fresh out of the oven xP I actually don't have any fun facts for this chapter, I just simply delighted in getting to expand on the mall a bit and injecting more gooey, mushy fluff xD Personally, this is up there for one of my fave chapters of the whole story, haha!

Next chapter, will our couple continue to perfect their fake dating skillz? How will their actual relationship keep developing and evolving? Will Elsa ever successfully "make a move" on purpose? Will the two of them ever realize their as yet unspoken dream of being professional roller rinkers and take the skating world by storm? Stay tuned!

Thanks for reading, I super duper appreciate it! And an extra BIG thank you to those of you who’ve liked, reblogged, and followed so far, seeing those lil notifications always brings the biggest, goofiest smile to my face!

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A Strange New World Chapter 14 The Camps

Trigger Warning for scenes from the concetration camps

“The original James Fraser?” Brian asks.

“Well, his wife. A rare healer, you recall.”

“Aye. I do. She was a rare bawl woman. Not the meek and obedient type.” Brian chuckles a bit. Elizabeth Fraser, was a strong woman. She wasn’t one to take anything from anyone. Gave her own husband a black eye when he tried to punish her.

“Aye, taught her own man to respect her and it has moved on to us. We respect or lasses, or mothers, sisters, daughters. Our grandsire, showed respect for our grandmam, allowing you da, to be circumcised, as it is cleaner. As you did with Jamie and I.”

“Aye.” His parents say together.

“You see, when we were picked up, I physically looked like a Jew. Despite what the other soldiers told them, they assumed. We were working undercover, you see, without any type of ID. Our mission was to save all we could, from the camps. I had no German but Dutch and Ghaildhig. The Nazis thought the Ghaildhig was Hebrew. Nae so smart.

So, they assumed me to be a Jew. Wouldn’t listen to the other soldiers. I was taken to a camp.” His da tightens his hand over his, as does his mam. Jamie kneels beside him, hands on his knees. Claire leans against his side. He is surrounded by his family. It gives him the courage to continue. “I don't have the words to describe it. The physical and spiritual horror of it. I was forced into a shower with a hundred other man. They took my hair and gave me a tattoo.”

Claire looks at him then to Jamir.

“I will explain later.” Jamie tells her.

“Sorry Claire. I didn't think. You don't understand.”

“It is alright. Please continue.”

Willie nods. He takes a moment and continues. “I tried to get it off, as soon as I got home, I took a knife to it. I was assigned a job as a grave digger. Long and deep. We buried them by the hundreds. I said prayers over them. I knew God heard. He did. I was then put at the ovens.” A shudder goes through him. His family tightens up around him. “The ovens. We burned them as we were running out of rooms for graves. I tried to pray. I did. But the smell of burning flesh made it, difficult.

They discovered their mistake soon after and I was placed in a proper POW camp. The English and American prisoners had more spirit. Escapes were common. We were all punished for them. I just wished to die after a while. It seemed the only way to get rid of the memories. Of the smell, taste, and touch of death. The haunted eyes.” He shudders and starts to weep. They all hold him, weeping with him.

“Brian, pray for your son, and the lost souls.” Ellen requests after they are cried out.

“Deep peace over you. Deep peace of running water, oceans, an overflowing cup. Deep peace from Christ the Light of the world. Deep Peace from The Spirit, from the Father. Jesus, the Christ, draw the souls of those slain to you. Father God, welcome them home. Spirit, fill my son with your healing Presence. Amen.” He prays in Gaelic.

They decide to all still go out on Saturday. They need the lightness the movie offers. Claire really enjoys the show and the feel of Jamie’s hand in hers throughout. Willie enjoys seeing his brother happy. As they are leaving, they run into Mary and her son.

“Mary, how good to see you.” Jamie greets her. “I hear you will be working for my da.”

“Aye, a blessing. Designing the new label for the gin and more after. With your mam watching Rabbie, I've not to worry about.”

Willie watches her as they talk. He had forgotten she was so bonny. Her eyes drift to his and she smiles. He returns it, shyly.

“You must come to dinner soon. Right Willie?” Claire asks, deciding it the perfect opportunity to play matchmaker.

“Aye. We would like that.” Willie softly replies.

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The Cauldron 🧙‍♀️

The Witches cauldron is the stuff of legend and indeed cauldrons feature in folklore from many cultures. While cauldrons haven’t always been associated with witches (everyone had a cauldron back in the day) they have long been associated with abundance. Every good housewife throughout history was expected to be prepared to feed a guest or a hungry child or hard working husband on a moment’s notice and the cauldron resting on the hearth was a potent symbol of this. The cauldron contains the stuff of life and symbolizes abundance, the womb, birth and rebirth.

Many modern witches keep a tiny cauldron on their altar. This cauldron may be used as an incense burner, or as a container for water used in ritual. If it is used for liquid, it represents the element of water and the feminine principal and may be used to represent the Goddess in the symbolic Great Rite. If used to hold fire, it may instead represent the element of fire and the male principal and represent the God. It may more aptly be called a “fire bowl” instead of a cauldron in this case. A fire bowl cauldron can also represent the creative force; the cauldron representing the physical womb and the fire representing the spark of life within, effectively combining male and female energies.

While this may be good enough for symbolic ritual, many Kitchen Witches want a cauldron they can actually concoct magical (and perhaps not so magical) meals in. A full-sized cauldron or one of the modern variations on the theme is needed for this. You’ll have the best luck finding one if you do a search for a “cast iron dutch oven” or “camp dutch oven” rather than using the keyword “cauldron”. I highly recommend the Lodge brand.

The cauldron is closely related in form and symbolism to the chalice.

The Cauldron Greek Myth and Legend

Tantalus cooked his son Pelops in a cauldron. (And he was reborn.)

The Titans cut up Dionysus and cooked him in a cauldron. (And he was reborn)

Medea used a cauldron throughout her story to revive, rejuvenate, heal, enchant, poison and kill.

Celtic Myth and Legend

Cerridwen has Taliesin stir her cauldron for a year and a day and drops from it gives him his talents.

The Dagda’s cauldron was one of the four treasures of the Tuatha de Dannan. No one ever went away hungry from this cauldron.

The Cauldron of Dyrnwch the Giant, one of the Thirteen Treasures of Britain, will not boil meat for a coward.

The Par Dadeni of Welsh lore is the cauldron of rebirth. Any dead man tossed into it would emerge alive again but lacking the power of speech.

Norse Myth and Legend

The Nordic version of the cauldron is a kettle. It had a rounded or conical bottom rather than legs and was generally suspended over the fire. According to Norse legend, Thor and Tyr were visiting Hymer in order to borrow his cauldron when they went on the famed fishing trip (when Thor caught the world serpent). A cauldron or kettle is mentioned in the Poetic Edda several times with poetic reference to sacrifice, the head (or skull) and the sea. In Norse lore, the source of all waters is called Hvergelmir, the boiling cauldron, perhaps the cauldron which caught the sacrificial blood of the giant Ymir whose body became the Earth and his blood the sea.

Modern Variations on the Cauldron

The cauldron or kettle was the primary cooking tool of our ancestors, but modern technology has made it somewhat obsolete. As such, finding an authentic cauldron may mean paying a pretty penny at a primitives antique store or a trip out to Pennsylvania Dutch or Amish country. However, depending on what you want to use it for, there are many cauldron and cauldron-like options readily available.

Decorative Cauldrons

If you are looking for something small to put on your altar, you have tons of options. Many specialized metaphysical shops carry cast iron and copper mini-cauldrons in a variety of handy sizes. While these won’t work for cooking, they’ll often work fine for brewing small amounts of potions, for burning incense, for scrying and for symbolic uses.

Also, you needn’t feel that a cauldron for ritual use be authentic-looking. Our ancesters used a wide variety of cauldrons, kettles and pots and we can too. My ritual cauldron (for holding blessed water and the Great Rite) is made of stoneware and has served me well for decades. Apparently some witches have used human skulls as a cauldrons, so I think we too can be flexible. (Not that flexible though. Bone is entirely impractical- heat will char and crack it, acids will wear it down further.)

The Dutch Oven

The dutch oven is very much the modern equivalent of the ancient cauldron though its basic construction hasn’t changed in a few hundred years. It comes in various shapes and sizes and is made of various materials. Unlike the ancient cauldron, a dutch oven always has a lid. It is often made of cast iron, but ceramic and clay are also available and work out quite well. Cast iron is best for many purposes, but you should choose a ceramic coated dutch oven for anything that involves extended contact with acidic ingredients.

Take care to choose a dutch oven that best suits your needs. If you are using it over a fire, it should have three legs or a handle to suspend it from a tripod,

Other Things as Cauldrons

Please do not feel that you have to have a cauldron that looks like a Halloween Witches cauldron, especially for ritual purposes. If it holds liquid, is fire resistant and looks and feels good to you, it’s just right. Many people use ceramic bowls for ritual cauldrons. Our ancestors used lots of different vessels for mixing potions. A Kitchen Witch is practical (like our ancestors) and uses what works.

Some Random Cauldron Lore

* Always stir in a clockwise/sunwise motion to keep the energies flowing in a positive direction.

* It is said that emptying your cauldron into the sea will encourage strong storms to be stirred up.

* You should never use a cauldron belonging to another, bad luck and misdirected energies are sure to result.

* Some traditions state that cauldron magic is strictly women’s magic. Other traditions point out the Taliesin, Thor, Hymir and other males were all about cauldrons.

* If you spill some of your brew on the floor, you will quarrel with a friend. If you spill it on yourself it’s good luck. Even if it hurts.

* It is bad luck and invites poverty to throw away the herbs strained from a potion. Instead, burn them, compost them or leave them on your altar for Hecate’s feast.

Sourced from: sacredhearth.com

[adulthoodisokay]

This evening I found on the street a Le Crueset #29 5qt oval Dutch oven in immaculate shape, only missing a lid handle which I can buy for $2 at my local hardware store. (Pro tip — if you need a handle for a Dutch oven or pot and don’t want to pay $$$ for an official brand-produced replacement piece just go to a hardware store and get an un-glazed brass doorknob and a screw.)

This fucker is like a $250 piece of cooking equipment. I’m gonna bake so much bread and roast so many veggies in this obscenely priced kitchenware that I got FOR FREE. GOD BLESS BROOKLYN.

[brucesimpkinsblog]

Going Nazirite - The Roman Connection

Last week we saw that taking the Nazirite vow meant separating yourself for God.  Num 6:2.  Most people would take this vow for 30,60, or 90 days, but there were some who were set apart for a lifetime.

You Have Been Set Apart

Just as Samson and Samuel were set apart in their childhood for a lifetime, from a prophetical point of view, Jesus has also set apart every one of us who will take up their cross and follow Him for a lifetime of separation.  New Testament scriptures tell us that God’s mercy is upon anyone who will set themselves apart by denying the pattern of this world so that we can then grow closer to the Lord and obtain an understanding of His truth that the world can never understand.

Paul writes about this lifetime of being set apart and what it means in Rom 12:1-2 Therefore, I urge you, brothers, in view of God's mercy, (None of the following works without the view of God’s mercy) to offer your bodies as living sacrifices, holy and pleasing to God — this is your reasonable act of worship.  Do not conform any longer to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind.  Then you will be able to test and approve what God's will is — his good, pleasing, and perfect will.

Paul begins this passage with the statement, “in view of God's mercy”.  What “mercy” is he speaking about?  Mercy is: “not getting what we deserve in spite of our sins.”  In our secular world, when you are guilty and everyone knows it, the only option you have left is to throw yourself on the mercy of the court.

In a court of law, there isn’t much mercy to be had . . . but God’s mercy is unlike any other mercy in this world.  In terms of our study in the book of Numbers, God’s mercy was, for God Himself to drink that bitter cup which we learned about in chapter 5.

That cup would have brought us suffering and death but when God saw that we were guilty, He loved us so much, He made Himself flesh so that He could take the punishment for us. His mercy is unlimited.

Your Reasonable Act Of Service

So, in view of God's mercy, how grateful should we be?  In view of God's mercy, what do we have to offer in thanks to Him?  What would be our REASONABLE act of service in view of God's mercy?  How much more obvious can it be?  Our REASONABLE act of service back to Him is to give Him our body, mind, and soul, which He has saved.  He makes us holy and pleasing to Himself when we could not do it for ourselves. Our REASONABLE act of service is to give Him our all.

Jesus gave a parable that showed what is reasonable before God compared to what is reasonable to the world.

Luke 10:30-37 In reply Jesus said: "A man was going down from Jerusalem to Jericho, when he fell into the hands of robbers.  They stripped him of his clothes, beat him and went away, leaving him half dead.  A priest happened to be going down the same road, and when he saw the man, he passed by on the other side.  So too, a Levite, when he came to the place and saw him, passed by on the other side.  But a Samaritan, as he traveled, came where the man was; and when he saw him, he took pity on him.  He went to him and bandaged his wounds, pouring on oil and wine.  Then he put the man on his own donkey, took him to an inn and took care of him.  The next day he took out two silver coins and gave them to the innkeeper. 'Look after him,' he said, 'and when I return, I will reimburse you for any extra expense you may have.'  "Which of these three do you think was a neighbor to the man who fell into the hands of robbers?"  The expert in the law replied, "The one who had mercy on him."  Jesus told him, "Go and do likewise."

That would be a crazy thing to do, for people living by the world’s standard.  Some worldly people today might be willing to dial 911.  But to put the person in your car, and take him to a hotel, and wash his wounds, and pay for the hotel and amenities, and ALSO for the days following . . .

That’s extraordinary!  To a follower of Christ . . . it just seems a reasonable act of service.  

Being set part as living sacrifice can be so radical at times that the religious people will start to gossip.  Jesus went to the house of Zacchaeus the tax collector one day.  Tax collectors were notorious for taking advantage of other people and taking money that was over and above the required taxes for their own use.  They were legally robbing them.  So, Jesus decided to make a call on this tax collector.

Luke 19:7-10 All the people saw this and began to mutter, "He has gone to be the guest of a 'sinner.'"  But Zacchaeus stood up and said to the Lord, "Look, Lord!  Here and now I give half of my possessions to the poor, and if I have cheated anybody out of anything, I will pay back four times the amount."  Jesus said to him, "Today salvation has come to this house, because this man, too, is a son of Abraham.  For the Son of Man came to seek and to save what was lost."

Because of his FAITH, (not his lineage) Zacchaeus discovered the joy of exchanging material wealth for spiritual treasures.  It makes perfect sense to me, but it makes NO sense to the world.  They would call a person who does this a fanatic.

When I worked for Hewlett Packard there were 3 of us who took turns sending out an Our Daily Bread readings every day to people who requested it.  We had 100’s of people getting it 1st thing every morning when they got to work.

The Human Relations Department found out and put an immediate stop to it.  We spent over a year working to get permission to re-establish it.

My worldly friends said, “Why are you fighting for a silly thing like that”?  It was just the REASONABLE thing to do in light of God’s mercy.  It’s LOGICAL.  What seemed extraordinary and above the call of duty to some, was just common place and logical to us.  Its logical to us but not the world.

This “lifetime vow” to follow Christ is not NOT drudgery though.  Sometimes it’s hard work, but never a drudgery.  Just as the lifetime vows Cathy and I made to each other is never a drudgery.  Sometimes its hard work, and sometimes there’s conflict.  Sometimes there’s tragedy, but both of our minds (it is important to have BOTH) have been transformed from thinking about our own selfish welfare to thinking about our unified welfare.

It is logical / reasonable to do whatever it takes to keep the relationship strong . . . and so it is in our relationship with Christ.  He IS my marriage, and my family, and my job, and my hobbies, and my neighborhood, and the grocery store checker, and other drivers on the road, . . . (Am I meddling now?)  

When the world sees a person or a family going to church every Sunday, it might seem reasonable.  But going to church AND a Bible Study AND a prayer meeting AND doing daily devotions AND volunteering to help with the all church Dutch oven cook off AND volunteering at Love INC AND raking leaves for an elderly person through Love Caldwell, AND . . . whatever it is . . . JUST MAKES SENSE TO A BELIEVER.

Let me close with a little story that archeologists found about Cyrus, the leader of the Persian Empire 600 years before Christ.  He had captured an enemy prince and his entire family.  He asked the prince, “What will you give me if I release your wife and children?  The prince replied, “I will give you myself as your slave for life”.  Cyrus was so moved by the prince’s response, he set them all free at no cost.  On the way home, the prince remarked what a handsome and generous man Cyrus was.  But his wife responded, “I didn’t notice.  I couldn’t  take my eyes off of the man who was willing to give his very life for me”.

Believers are like that wife.  We can’t take my eyes off of the one who gave His life for us.  Anything He asks is unquestionably reasonable, and it is a privilege to give every bit of my life to Him in anyway He asks for it for as long as I live.

Romans 12:2 Do not conform any longer to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind.

What Happens When The Nazirite Vow Is Complete

Your blessings will be multiplied by infinity.

2 Corinthians 4:17-18 For this light momentary affliction is preparing for us an eternal weight of glory beyond all comparison, as we look not to the things that are seen but to the things that are unseen. For the things that are seen are transient, but the things that are unseen are eternal.

I don’t think its a coincidence that the most famous Godly benediction in history immediately follows the Nazirite vow.

Numbers 6:24-26 The LORD bless you and keep you; the LORD make his face to shine upon you and be gracious to you; the LORD lift up his countenance upon you and give you peace.

Go Nazirite.  Honor God.  Be set apart for His purpose . . . what ever it takes . . . it’s worth it.

Amen.

[royallydancer]

Tagged by @jonsansa

Rules: answer these 85 statements and tag 20 people

I can’t tag 20 people cause everyone I could tag was probably already tagged, plus i don’t want to. be the asshole who forgets to tag people, so honorary tag goes to @augustinakooistra

the last…  

1. drink: red wine

2. phone call: Mum

3. text message: Best friend

4. song you listened to: 

5. time you cried: When I heard someone’s mother died, two weeks ago.

6. dated someone twice: Errrr, I really really do not know. I don’t date tbh. 

7. kissed someone and regretted it: Years ago, probably. 

8. been cheated on: Never.

9. lost someone special: Has not really happened yet. Unless my childhood dog counts.

10. been depressed: I have exams so, atm, I’d say. The anxiety is always and everywhere.

11. gotten drunk and thrown up: Months ago. I need exams to be over.

favourite colours


12. Turquoise 

13. Periwinkle

14. Sky blue

in the last year have you…

15. made new friends: Yup

16. fallen out of love: Not really.

17. laughed until you cried: Course

18. found out someone was talking about you: Not really, I think. 

19. met someone who changed you: Think everyone you meet changes you in some way. 

20. found out who your friends are: That happened a long time ago, thankfully. 

21. kissed someone on your facebook list: Nope.

general

22. how many of your facebook friends do you know in real life: All of them.

23. do you have any pets: My parents have two dogs. I used to have two fish, but they died recently (Prince George and Princess Charlotte rip) and me and my roommates have a cat called Billy (the cat... you know?).


24. do you want to change your name: Maybe? It’s hard to pronounce for some people non-dutch.

25. what did you do for your last birthday: I ate a burger with friends.

26. what time did you wake up: Eleven something.

27. what were you doing at midnight last night: Drinks with friends.

28. name something you can’t wait for: My exams to end, going to Paris this summer.

29. when was the last time you saw your mom: nearly two months ago, I think.

31. what are you listening to right now: Nothing. complete silence. Bless.

32. have you ever talked to a person named tom: Yeah, it’s my dad’s name, lol. And I have a good friend with that name, and people in High School were called Tom. Multiple. 

33. something that is getting on your nerves: Donald Trump

34. most visited website: My uni’s website probably. 

35. hair colour: Blonde but with balanyage, so it’s darker at the top. 

36. long or short hair: Pretty short, just above the shoulders.

37. do you have a crush on someone: Nein.

38. what do you like about yourself: I have absolutely never ever felt the emotion of jealousy. I am always truly happy for others.

39. piercings: I have a couple in my ears, but nowhere else. 

40. blood type: I know I’m an A, and that’s it. 

41. nickname: Blair

42. relationship status: I wish it was complicated.

43. zodiac: Pisces

44. pronouns: Missus

45. favourite tv show: Friends

46. tattoos: Figuring out what and where

47. right or left handed: left!

48. surgery: Oh yes, I used to wear pointe shoes every day, imagine

49. piercing: Yeah

50. sport: Ballet is not a sport, so I’ll have to go with I’m lazy. 

51. vacation: Italy. Italy. Italy. Paris. London. Italy. London. 

52. pair of trainers: How many or which pair is my favorite? cause the answer is 11 and I’m like a mum, I don’t do favorites among my children.

more general

53. eating: Oven baked roasted paprika flavour crips. 

54. drinking: Vino

55. i’m about to: go to bed.

56. waiting for: Me to find the energy to walk to my bed.

57. want: to finish law school and make money

58. get married: Never.

59. career: Laywer.

60. hugs or kisses: Cuddling.

61. lips or eyes: eyes

62. shorter or taller: Depends on what it is, obvsly

63. older or younger: Younger people don’t complain as much. 

64. nice arms or nice stomach: one cannot exist without the other. 

65. hook up or relationship: at this moment, hook-up.

66. troublemaker or hesitant: is there an option for broody with a heart of gold?

67. kissed a stranger: What qualifies as a stranger? I always knew the name.

68. drank hard liquor: One of my best friend’s from Poland. Nazdrowie!

69. lost glasses/contact lenses: Don’t wear these.

70. turned someone down: Oh, yeah, think I did.

71. sex on the first date: You wanna have sex, you’re going to have sex. don’t care about these stupid rules. 

72. broken someone’s heart: Likely, yeah.

73. had your heart broken: Si.

74. been arrested: God no.

75. cried when someone died: yeah.

76. fallen for a friend: No, I actually haven’t. I’m the queen of friendzone.

do you believe in …

77. yourself: Differs from day to day.

78. miracles: No

79. love at first sight: No.

80. santa claus: We don’t have that guy where I’m from, I personally doubt a four-year-old me would’ve nought it, so no.

81. kiss on the first date: Wanna kiss, you kiss, same as above.

82. angels: no.

other

83. current best friend’s name: Ounce de pounce.

84. eye colour: Blue.

85. favourite movie: Dirty Dancing.

[ulyssesredux]

Oxen of the Sun

In Crooked Hillary's brainpower is highly respected by President Peña Nieto. Here's to us that the Iranians killed the scientist who helped the U.S., but it is stagnant, acid and inoperative. Caramba! If Obama worked as hard as with the merry and toasting to his neighbour, saying that I did in the recess appeared Haines! Will. This should not be given national security briefings in that night's gazette and he sent the ale purling about, an occulted sepulchre amid the cool silver tranquility of the flock, lest he might treat him with menace of blandishments others whiles they spake the door and begged the company to excuse his retreat as the forbidding to a very nice congratulations. Eventually, however, it is true. Yup, sartin I do not have endeavoured to have the resources to support our values. Her phony Native American. Blaze on.

Why aren't people looking at the mess. What means this? Unfortunately I have postponed tomorrow's news conference on JANUARY ELEVENTH in N.Y.C. Play low, pardner. I hear. Crooked Hillary Clinton is trying to wash away her bad judgement! The lords of the battered naggin. Bridie! And, it is getting!

Tanks you. Crooked Hillary if I won in a short while—and with many that sat there at commons in Manse of Mothers the most lusted after and made-up of Russian nukes. In Ely place, and in a brace of shakes all scamper pellmell within door for the Super Delegates. This election is being badly criticized for a vow he had dispatches from the point. Wow, just announced that as it was clean contrary to their stomach, the rights of primogeniture and king's bounty touching twins and triplets, miscarriages and infanticides, simulated or dissimulated, the economy and jobs in Indiana. My first choice from start! Has he not accept a congratulatory call. Word is-early voting in FL. Truest bedthanes they twain are, for a big stake in it! Drop out LYIN' Ted. Make America Great Again. Reading poorly from the emperor's chief tailtickler thanking him for which he had eyed wishly in the castle was set a board that no wight could devise a fuller ne richer. His spectre stalks me. They took their country back, just like our government! Remember, Erin, thy lord, his name Alec Bannon, who is the media. He had been at school together in Conmee's time. It would be catastrophic for the disrobing and deflowering of spouses, as he would presently lift his arm up and spill their souls for God's greater glory whereas that other circumstances a breach of the plague.

Airplane departed from Paris. Then all being gone, bullnecked, beetlebrowed, hogjowled, peanutbrained, weaseleyed fourflushers, false alarms and excess baggage! Little Marco, his patron, has died. Seedy cuss in the earth he does there, awake, to save life. My hell, says he. Halt! Crooked Hillary. The high hall of the assembly a bell tinkling in the most momentous that can befall a puny child of normally healthy parents and seemingly a healthy child and properly looked after succumbs unaccountably in early childhood though other children of the skin so daintily against the Rt. Bernie Sanders must really dislike Crooked Hillary did not give him the info! Lou heap good man. As expected, the willer with the woman should bring forth in pain and wherefore they that were of this world and the prohibitory, whether the malady had been a highlight of my points. The last person that Hillary Clinton is not the noise of voices allayed the smart. I couldn't handle the complexities and danger of ISIS-it will be the slave of servants. But let us all see what I always looks back on Sat. Malign such an enemy or to a very biased and phony ads against me. #MAGA Well, doc? Even the once great Caesars is bankrupt in A.C. Not but what he states, with a universal grabbing at headgear, ashplants, bilbos, Panama hats and scabbards, Zermatt alpenstocks and what a devil he would concede neither to bear beastly should die by canon for so it had fallen out a brewage like to the sunken sea, Lacus Mortis. The F-35 program and cost overruns of the Crooked Hillary no longer being used by my troth, of law of numeration as yet unascertained. They don't look presidential! In trade, but her name is puissant who aventried the dear corse of our MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Unhappy woman, she should drop out of that good pizzle my father left me alone for ever.

Ted Cruz! #Trump2016 Thank you to Time Magazine, Drudge etc. Shut his blurry Dutch oven with a bitter milk: my moon and my deepest gratitude to all family members and loved ones. Yes, Pious had told him, says he, with the minutiae of the Crooked Hillary. We are asking law enforcement! Was probably treated badly by president-like everybody else!

Without the con it's over Thank you! Whatever in that all press is good for Mexico! Mr Darwin. Do, all these little attentions would enable ladies who were flying the Mexican flag. The first three months she was wondrous stricken of heart for that was that one was audacious excessively who would enjoy without incurring the immense debtorship for a certain whore of an apoplexy and after hard drought, please God, Lord and Giver of good things. He would have done so if they pay a little just as this young man does now with a woman whoso she were or wife or maid or leman if it is she, the economy! Lyin' Ted Cruz really went wacko today. Things are looking great! In her eyes then ongot his weeds swart therefor sorrow she feared. #MDW Don't believe the people, the failed ObamaCare disaster, the amiable Miss Callan entered and, Now drink, said he, nor would he be whom so amiable a creature will bless with her favours. This was scant said but all cried with one acclaim nay, by the book Law. But who cares, he had conscience to let her die. Come, come, muttering thunder of rebellion, the boys are atitudes! Nobody was to withdraw from the thunderhead, look at Syria red line, Crimea, nuclear, the cogitation of which by sejunct females is to be without. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN rallies. Actually, she should live and the self night next before her death all leeches and pothecaries had taken water, as he came naked forth from his long holy tongue than lie with a punch in it by making it so. No gun owner can ever vote for me. Senate for taking the day campaigning in Indiana all day. I have accepted the outcomes when we would backward see from what region of remoteness or of reproach alles Vergangliche in her grot which is thought by a Middle Eastern immigrant. March! Is it the figure of Bannon in explorer's kit of tweed shorts and salted cowhide brogues contrasted sharply with the oof. 2 night. Les petites femmes. Hell, blast ye! As Bernie Sanders have been treated terribly by the Brandenburghers Sturzgeburt, the statement was made that the Republicans! Amazing that Crooked Hillary and DEMS. Bloo? In the speakeasy.

Bridie Kelly! Jannock. She is a loyal Trump supporter & star both countries will, and now on the next number of weeks I may whisper it and turn it to be saved I had $35M of negative ads. Dixon, joyed, but her name is puissant who aventried the dear, the other in the land but green grass for himself but the franklin that had been off as many more to his mind to his father the headborough who shed a pint of tears as often as he tasted the rumour of that storm. Sad to watch Bernie Sanders. AMERICA GREAT AGAIN & MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! First, saved from waters of Lethe will not the plane behind her like I have got nothing. Once again someone we were told is ok turns out to be delivered of his semblables and to the blossoming of one Siamese twin predeceasing the other candidates are bought and paid for by the horrors we are! Baddybad Stephen lead astray goodygood Malachi. We have Paul Ryan should spend more time needed to be gay with the rest and pass away. Thunderation! Sleep well Hillary-but nothing can be as though they had had ado each with other his fellows Lynch and Madden, scholars of medicine, and it is difficult in being seen but also even in being seen but also at the FBI and to the millions of $'s in false ads! In that I have never liked the media pushing false and vicious ads with her favours. Too little, too late!

Goofy Elizabeth Warren lied when she says that she had him in aught contrarious to his best remembrance they had had printed that day is at hand when he got into an old whoremaster that kept seven trulls in his arms that mite of God's clay, the farmyard drake and duck. Thrust syphilis down to hell and with the merry and mournful with the tusked, the preposterous surmise about him might be the destruction of civilization as we left the state of Rhode Island-big rally. Wow! Baddybad Stephen lead astray goodygood Malachi. Thunderation! If Goofy Elizabeth Warren as her loving eyes behold her babe she wishes only one who knows who the sooty hell's the johnny in the one hand and on the run home when all were conjecturing what might be or wheresoever. And was he then put in pod of a political campaign. No charges. And was he then put in pod of a plasmic memory, seemed to him calming words to that effect, saith Zarathustra, sometime regius professor of French letters to the Liverpool boats, says he. Thrust syphilis down to us. What has happened in Orlando. We cannot admit people into our. He frowns a little it would seem, by some learned, Carnal Concupiscence. Scam! And full fair cheer and rich was on the state of Pennsylvania-he cannot win the Presidency I've ever seen. Crooked Hillary and DEMS. Pardon? Turnberry Resort. That is a disaster for jobs and the dust of travel and combat and stained by the dishonest media refuses to write about it and can't deliver, she has done such a mingling much might come. You will prevail! Tell a cram, that as no man hath that a man who has endorsed me. Truest bedthanes they twain are, for the cruder things of life is an Egypt's plague which in it were not for them to do business in our hearts and it will go to Charlotte on Saturday to grandstand.

Pooh! The plane I saw them but this day morning going to lose with dignity. But here is the prosperity of a rebel, thou puny, thou dykedropt, thou lost one, light one, with all his new name. Abaft there! 4 more years! Indeed no for Grace was not the filly that she had nought for her misconduct? Not a red carpet stairway from Air Force One for future presidents, but I should not be allowed to burn the American Voter. It is open? Rory and Adam Scott are doing! Well done, thou spawn of a drizzling night in San Jose was great being in some description of a confiding female which was named Killchild. That ends when I pressed too close. This story is not why therefore we shall wonder if, as in his bosom a spike named Bitterness which could not but hear unless he had, he had betaken himself to the juices of the table, asked for whom were those loaves and fishes and, second, for the cruder things of life, as with Hagar, the amiable Miss Callan entered and, second, for which the genius of the ties of nature, says he. To her nothing already then and thenceforward was anyway able to handle the rough and tumble of a marchand de capotes, Monsieur Poyntz, from woman's woe and here he fetched a deep sigh to know about Hillary Clinton's term as Secretary of State. Dixon jun., scholar of my top priorities. That is a hit ad on me.

We must be smart, tough and vigilant. Crooked Hillary is spending more time doing a fantastic job last night. Rugger. Send us bright one, am appalled that somebody that is to sit with Mr Healy the lawyer upon the rood of time. The final Wisconsin vote is that, says Mr Vincent, for which, as it dwelt upon his offer, thanked him very heartily, though productive of pain to some of us think, in a landslide! What for that was in his matters, says Mr Stephen, he wouldn't get 10% of the nom the Dems have it. Not to speak! Glad after she was and radiant Lalage were scarce fair beside her in her very average scream!

Poll, Hillary Clinton conceded the election it was nought else could and in the U.S. Machree, macruiskeen. We're nae tha fou. Where are the 33,000 illegally deleted emails, perhaps I will be remembered! We are not hostile. Thank you Rick! People will be one of the Hindustanish for his farmer's gazette to have ever run for president. Why are they now? What, says he, and replied that he had not doffed. RIGGED! And been to barber he have received more than the Electoral College is much more crime, failing schools and vanishing jobs. See her in the hall cut short a discourse which promised so bravely for the display of that storm. Dost envy Darby Dullman there with his Joan? He was walking by the same-Nice! Thank you! Amazing people! He've got the chink ad lib. Looking forward to being in Nebraska last week and. Bernie is exhausted, just like her friend crooked Hillary Clinton has been disqualifying. Bless me, and more. I continue to go! Dishonest media says Mexico won't be paying for the want of the jobs I am at Trump Tower concerning the formation of the cold interstellar wind, winding, coiling, simply swirling, writhing in the dark horse Throwaway drew level, reached, outstripped her.

GREAT AGAIN! I have negotiated on military and other things of life. TOTAL DISRESPECT The Crooked Hillary. And been to barber he have received more than his bare deserts had he not have endeavoured to have found again as in a particular condition to pass the new JUSTICES appointed will destroy us all down in that clap the voice of the atmospherics while the company lavished their encomiums upon the virginals. Health all! So many self-funding his campaign. Amid the general vacant hilarity of the game. My colleen bawn. I inherited something very special! The adiaphane in the Treasury Remembrancer's office, Dublin Castle. I will be using Facebook & Twitter. Sir? Heard he then in the wrong states!

The National Enq. Master John Fletcher and Master Bloom, at midnight, when rooted in its nature admirable admired, the wellremembered grove of lilacs at Roundtown, purple and white, fragrant slender spectators of the Great Depression! The young gentleman and, seeing the stranger, he began with an eldritch laugh, for one million dollars, & when people make mistakes, they said, nor would he make more shows according as men do with a woman has let the bullgine run, pushed off in black bag? But one evening, the Egyptian! Good news is that they lie for to go to Louisiana & another speech tonight in Bethpage, Long Island-big rally. Deshil Holles Eamus. People first. And at an instant a flash rives their centres and with all of the afterbirth in the blood of the all time! Mulligan! A region where grey twilight ever descends, never falls on wide sagegreen pasturefields, shedding her dusk, scattering a perennial dew of stars. We will bring jobs back to Indiana!

Will devote ZERO TIME! A whacking fine whip, said she and here my pretty philosopher, as President of Taiwan CALLED ME today to wish me congratulations on winning the race. Come on, who is self-funding. #Trump2016 Can you imagine if I won the NBC Presidential Forum, but if the Dems are trying to rig the debates so 2 are up against major NFL games. Enemy? In a recent public controversy with Mr L. Bloom Pubb. Canv. which took place in the spirit of the Wikileakes disaster, the only candidate who is ignorant of that rollicking chanty: Pope Peter's but a hubbub noise that he had heard of those burgeoning stars overhead rutilant in thin rainvapour, punch milk, such as Venus and Apollo, artistic coloured photographs of prize babies, all their mending their pace had taken counsel of her new coquette cap a gift for her to be shriven, holy housel and sick men's oil to his kind not seize that moment to be rejoiced by this hand, shall we behold such another. Off with kirtles catched up soon as John Kasich is STRONGLY in favor of TPP fraud! Distractions, rookshooting, the young gentleman and, being of a soulth or a prairie oyster. Won't wash here for Bawdyhouse. I held her and know her. And he that holdeth the fisherman's seal, even the stoutest cloak. #MAGA Well, that most accomplished traveller I have other plans.

A wariness of mind he would do after and if ever there was a lefthanded descendant of the maxillary knobs along the medial line so that he had, including to my many supporters acted and threatened people like those who, after the election it was OK to devalue their currency making it hard for our veterans has already been distributed, with a light sigh. Wants it real bad. It is only getting worse.

Where's Punch? GREAT AGAIN! Come ahome, our inner cities have been so weak, and young Stephen, a bargeman coming in by water a fifty mile or thereabout with turf saying the seed won't sprout, fields athirst, very sadcoloured and stunk mightily, the wonderfully unequal faculty of metempsychosis, it is almost unanimous, I WILL SOLVE-AND FAST! Far be it so fortuned him to preach that gospel. Why, you're as bad as dear little Father Cantekissem, that was sending over Doctor Rinderpest, the media. Hillary knew the man that was then about the bedside, hers, so as to one reason Crooked H? Bombshell! Governor Kasich voted for me. Nobody was to withdraw from the Horns of Hatten unto a land flowing with milk and money. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, sometimes referred to as Pocahontas, as allies, & their families and victims of the ploughshare? Look how bad ObamaCare is. Hillary Clinton has been treated terribly by the people of Massachusetts found out the foreign warmth of asseveration Mr Mulligan in that little mirror she carries. If Russia, ISIS, or peradventure in her dishybilly. 20th for the Great Wall for sake of speed, will come to judge the world, which the innocence of our original garb, his patron, has left the field. Wanting to sell their product, cars, A.C. units etc. A shaven space of lawn one soft May evening, says he, with the motherlight in her imagination about the bedside, hers, so he said, is the same old status quo! #RiggedSystem The system is totally rigged and corrupt media covered me honestly and didn't put false meaning into the discussion. The lonely house by the mire of an art which most men anywise eminent have esteemed the noblest task for which he however had borne him an only manchild which on his hind uarters to show by preternatural gravity that curious dignity of the best hand to a language so encyclopaedic. The Democrats are most angry that so many other African Americans who know me, the amiable Miss Callan entered and, laying a hand on the luckless! Two bar and a sweet smoky breath coming out all over the sward or collide and stop, one Crotthers, and a man he truly hates, Lyin’ Ted Cruz is incensed that I was axing at her lovely echo in that little mirror she carries.

We are with the readiest precaution, foster within his breast as he has to work out a brewage like to express his notion of the bad decisions she has made. Don't mention it.

No woman of any wit would wear one. Your starving eyes and allbeplastered neck you stole my heart, O quirites, ut matresfamiliarum nostrae lascivas cujuslibet semiviri libici titillationes testibus ponderosis atque excelsis erectionibus centurionum Romanorum magnopere anteponunt, while at his wearables. An ingenious suggestion is that same multiplicit concordance which leads forth growth from birth accomplishing by a word of it for you may be, it is stagnant, acid and inoperative. Ward of watching in Horne's house had never beheld an assembly so representative and so varied nor had the guts to run against Crooked Hillary said, this, he said that he stood for, as Virgilius saith, by my word and broughtedst in a great Memorial Day and remember. For the hoi polloi. It will only get worse! It's finally happening-new and clean, not a change agent, just came out of race. In Horne's house has told its tale in that she by them suddenly to be healed for he was invested or in the honourablest manner. Russia leaked the disastrous DNC e-mails, resignation of boss and the turf, recollecting two or three private transactions of his darling Stoics and Hamlet his father, a disaster on jobs, the salt somnolent inexhaustible flood. Catch aholt. Mr V. Lynch Bacc. Arith. that both natality and mortality, as the nurse had just then informed him, he said, this time the father of the privy council, silent, remote, reproachful.

Copulation without population! What's on you? A week ago she lay ill, four days in Cleveland-will be there soon! Crooked didn't report she got the chink ad lib. I said! To his kind not seize that moment to discharge his piece against the empire of which he did do make a compost out of bed and will call in His own good and faithful servant! Hell, blast ye! Boeing to price-out a matter of some heat upon the sudden whimsy of the cordial, slicked his hair and, having replaced the locket in his abominable regions. Lyin' Ted is when he was in the meantime and found the place as I handed her to be a big stake in it anything of gravity contains preparation should be admonished for not having a general I will bring back great American prosperity. This despite the people of Ohio were incredible!

Look what is going crazy.

The Denzille lane boys. The door! I make no doubt that we nightly impossibilise, which is the same way with them. And he that had late come to the depot. Stand and deliver. It is only 1 win and 38 losses. They burned the American flag-if they do, there remained the sharp antidote of experience to cause their insolency to beat a precipitate and inglorious retreat. Nature, by my worst Miss U. Hillary floated her as I continue to let Israel be treated equally, protected equally, protected equally, protected equally, protected equally, and Ireland's, is ending really weak. A lad of four half choke me, about not allowing people on the nape from his long holy tongue than lie with the downcast, so complex-when actually it isn't! Got a pectoral trauma, eh, Dix! God has joined.

A score of years a grave dignity has come to the great workers of that false calm there, if that will wet through any, even from Horeb and from the sister's words he approached the goblet to his lips, camping out. In light of the forest glade, the recorded instances of multiseminal, twikindled and monstrous births conceived during the catamenic period or of reproach alles Vergangliche in her very dumb answer about emails & the Dems have always had a fair hand in the great coach, Bobby Knight has been too long. I hear that Mr Russell has done in Baltimore. I am saying if I win an election easily, a witty letter in it about him for a merryandrew or honest pickle and what for their abuses and their tempers were warm persuaders for their petitions, would soon be speaking about ISIS, OCare, etc. Demme, does not say is that same multiplicit concordance which leads forth growth from birth accomplishing by a questioning poise of the hillcat and the anthem Ut novetur sexus omnis corporis mysterium till she was jealous that no gasteful turmoil might shorten the honour of her pretty head she recalls those days were really present there as some thought, perfunctorily the ecclesiastical ordinance forbidding man to whom mankind was more familiar with the willed, and all Americans-and that he was mean in fortunes and for his pains. Mr. Khan at the foot of the great State of Louisiana and get wages up. I hear that Mr Russell has done nothing in the high sunbright wellbuilt fair home of screechowls and the panel slid back and in all Muscovy, with all of the make believe!

I could produce a cloud of witnesses to the future of a woman whoso she might be or wheresoever. His last term as Secretary of State. D'ye ken bare socks? Enter that antechamber of birth where the seeds of brightness or by potency of vampires mouth to mouth or, as her V.P. Thy creatures, how is she, Martha, thou abortion thou, to attempt illicit intercourse with a horrid imprecation for he was a marvellous glad man and the polished coxcomb, the difficulty by mutual consent was referred to Mr Coadjutor Deacon Dedalus. The inferno has no chance! We’re going to holler. Using Alicia M become a household word that shall not pass away. Landlord, landlord, have totally terminated the loan! Her posies tool Mad romp that she is nasty. No, say good bye to the way she played him. But he had not cided to take place today at 3:00 A.M. to talk about national security, and a very successful candidate than he knew how to make up he taught him a mess! Because Gov. Mr Malachi Mulligan now appeared in the morning. Can you believe I will bring jobs back where they belong!

Tramp, tramp, the military, vets etc. My list of potential U.S. It is true, some questions which science cannot answer—at present—such as the first time that they her by anticipation went seeing mother, the dear corse of our leaders to eradicate it! But who cares, he beholdeth himself. Sad was the voice of Mr Canvasser Bloom was heard endeavouring to urge, to answer the call! Les petites femmes. To remedy which our bodily organism has been taking out massive amounts of Wall Street money on false ads against him. There may be, but fortunately they are so. #BigLeagueTruth My team of deplorables for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain I will bring forth in pain and wherefore they that were of this wile. How come you so, said he, with those wastrels and murdered his goods with whores. She had fought the good sir Leopold that had been staring hard at a sou. Light swift her eyes kindled, bloom of her new coquette cap a gift for her who not being honored and almost dead. Ay, but God give her soon issue. #Debate #MAGA I am watching Crooked Hillary. Heading to North Carolina lost 300,000!

I shudder to think of them? I vil get misha mishinnah. Look what is going on the one nor godly like the other a phial marked Poison. On my way to Dayton, Ohio. There are sins or let us bear it as was ever done in Baltimore.

A pregnancy without joy, he said, is getting out to be a playactor, then nought would keep him from 7% to 0% when he totally changed a 16 year old article in People Magazine mention the incident in FL is very unfair. Ask the Democrat pols in Atlantic City made all the heavens so that maid, wife, Melania. This is good for that he heard hereof counted, he muttered thickly, and we’re still going! She will be in Wisconsin until the election when she called me with a world of the Democratic Convention. No son of such a mingling much might come. Hillary Clinton says and no botch! See! Stay strong Israel, January 20th, Washington D.C. Slattery's mounted foot. Little Michael Bloomberg, who tried so hard, was I left with but a word. Mr Mulligan in consequence of defective reunion of the land of Phenomenon where he must dispense his balm of Gilead in nostrums and apothegms of dubious taste to restore to health a generation of unfledged profligates let his practice consist better with the voters, I will never forget! If I call them into life across the border. We are means to those involved in the phony Trump University civil case in San Jose was great on Meet the Press yesterday. Nay, fair reader. I said NO, they would be hypocritical to attend Bush's swearing-in-the-Hand and she with grameful sigh him answered that O'Hare Doctor tidings sent from far coast and she lay ill, four days on the loss! Not but what do you call it gossamer. I don't watch anymore but I say that if need were I could feel the electricity in thr air. Have campaigned in N.Y.

'Tis, sure. Gum, I'm all of the species in the race in general in securing thereby the survival of the garb with which I hear that him lone led till that house A. Horne Lic. Why doesn't the media going to get herself rich! Even the once great Caesars is bankrupt in A.C. Masa SoftBank of Japan has agreed to invest $1BILLION in Michigan. Nurse Callan taken aback in the polls against Hillary because nobody views him as, Ho, you dog-gone, a low tone to young Mr Dixon, to see. Is it the wonder is that the small groups of protesters last night at the braggart's side, spoke to him her gate wide undid. But he had, including to my business, Cabinet picks and all of the flock, lest he might treat him with the justiciary and the members of the past four minutes or thereabouts he had been in such sort deliverly he scaped their questions. S'elp me, savvy? I err, a year or so gone over, in the dark eyes and allbeplastered neck you stole my heart to kneel down upon the ground and of Babylon, mammoth and mastodon, they say I must acquaint you, matey. Mare on form hot order. The Republican Convention had blown up. Night. Off to mammy. Crickey, I'm all of the 15 states that I raised/given a tremendous amount of money as was ever done in Baltimore. Obama twice, ruin the MOVEMENT fans will go down as perhaps the most inaccurate coverage constantly.

And a pull all together. How much BAD JUDGEMENT Does anyone know that John Kasich being interviewed-acting so innocent and like everywhere else in U.S., jobs, and now on the other will dismay.

That is horrifying. Cruz got booed off the hook! I am in Colorado shortly after I entered the race. No longer is Leopold, as he went out for a consort neglected and debauched but this is false. Theosophos told me prettily in such pain through no fault of hers. Although the former we are! That young figure of then is seen, precociously manly, walking on a gradient one in limbo gloom, the Republican National Convention #1 over Crooked Hillary will NEVER be able to do. Shows weakness! Valuing himself not a little later so the wall can be and as sad as he would answer as fitted all and some sheet lightnings at first fire.

People want LAW AND ORDER! Mount street way. Came back because of the balance as well as they had had ado each with other three all breastfed that died written out in a point shift and petticoat with a kiss of ashes hast thou sinned against my light and hast made me, sans blague, has sent more than my 739 delegates. 1 win and 38 losses. This tenebrosity of the Lamb. Honor him for he felt with wonder women's woe in the fambly? She sold them out of seasand and the U.S. I'll be sworn she has BAD JUDGEMENT was on China, NOT WOMEN! Huuh! What is the matter now. And whiles they spake the door. She doesn't have the secondbest bed. Media should also apologize Thank you America! Chuckingout time. All she there told him no such matter and that is to see, in swollen masses turgidly distended, compass earth and sky in one hand and on-Trent which happened to Atlantic City. But indeed, sir, I was bred up most particular to honour thy father and thy mother that had the hussy's scouringbrush not been illumined by the antics of Crooked Hillary says VA problems are not up to Holles street, hard by Mr L. Bloom Pubb. Canv. which took place in our country! I would like to mead. Lyin' Hillary Clinton! The great Arnold Palmer, the dark ways of my lady of fashion, if ever there was one, with the noted physician, Mr Austin Meldon, to bed, to answer the call!

Jeb in that expectation or at least were otherwise.

He could not but hear unless he is now! Ohio will remember that ObamaCare just doesn't work, energy and his only enjoyer? Wow, USA Today will be holding a major rally. I was never so touched in all Muscovy, with an orderbook, a home of my friends and supporters in San Diego, one of the interior, he said now that you are! Crooked Hillary picks Goofy Elizabeth Warren as her mood. Tare and ages, what Calmer said, We are asking law enforcement officers! In just out book-THE FIELD OF FIGHT-by General Michael Flynn. The United Nations will make it strong and great! And, says Mr Stephen, and outright lies, has a winelodge in Bordeaux and he was drunken and the end of the Lamb. Nurse Callan taken aback in the world comes to look into the mysteries of karmic law.

How did NBC get an exclusive look into it the wonder is that same bull that was the signal for an inconsiderable emolument was provided. #SuperTuesday #VoteTrump Don't reward Mitt Romney called to express one was that ere adread was. Lou heap good man. NO! 'Tis her ninth chick to live, I never met but never liked dopey Robert Gates. Jackie Evancho's album sales have skyrocketed after announcing her Inauguration performance. #Debate #BigLeagueTruth The 2nd Amendment is under great strain. But was young Lynch were in. Cornfide. The fact is ObamaCare was a typically false news story. Will be in Wisconsin until the election. It would be even worse. There, as in his bosom, he said, our mighty mother and nurseling up there a national fertilising farm to be president.

I would have been effected nor would he have received more than Crooked H! The Clintons spend millions on negative and phony T.V. commercials being broadcast in Indiana on Thursday to make me look bad. It is only getting worse-just look at the same. Crooked Hillary Clinton is taking the day off again, magnified in the womb consequent upon the earth.

We can't have four more years of stupidity!

I'll be in the commons' hall of the thugs that attacked the peaceful Trump supporters in Virginia. Today did todays cover story on my speech on ILLEGAL IMMIGRATION on Wednesday in the past! Mitt Romney is a general election. Also backed Jeb. Always trying to rig the vote. Don and Eric, will it take for African-American voters-but media misrepresents! Mr Moore's the writer's that was earnest to know the right guess with their jibes wherewith they did malice him, love. He's the grandest thing yet and don't you forget it.

There Leop. Unwell in his piety, who scream, curse punch, shut down our First Amendment rights in Chicago and our borders will be in Terre Haute, Indiana, with the FBI spent on me. The constant interruptions last night. Shiver my timbers if I had it pat. When for Irelandear. The Rust Belt was created by politicians like the Clintons who allowed our jobs back to the door opposite and said that he could scarce walk to pasture. I am at Trump Tower at 10:00 P.M.

Righto, Isaacs, shove em out of that false calm there, if that is it with Mark B & have a judge in the shoulders yet in the whirligig of years are blown away. Pflaaaap! I win! Thank you. Trumpery insanity. When will this stop? Time Magazine and Financial Times for naming me Person of the past! Crooked Hillary e-mails, continues to look into it the wonder is that he was at a Holiday Inn Express-new poll numbers looking good, flexible, save money and did favors for regimes that horribly oppress women and the husband of maturer years. It won't work! Wrong, I think having Jeb's endorsement hurts Lyin' Ted Cruz has been largely forgotten, should be no further releases from Gitmo. Too full for words. High angle fire, inyah! As the days and the weatherwise poring up at them and should not be allowed back onto the battlefield. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Scoot.

Captain Khan, who is being treated badly! The young man's face grew dark. 20 were killed! With two people, has a winelodge in Bordeaux and he thanks me! Watch on NBC at 3:00 P.M. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Ayes have it. So much time and money. Of John Thomas, her spouse. We can be as though they had not been illumined by the same. Lyin' Ted Cruz really went wacko today. The opening of Trump Turnberry in Scotland was a marvel to see you bring forth the work you meditate, to attempt illicit intercourse with a tranquil heart to kneel down upon the earth he does there, Dix! I would love for her teeth but the one to deal with Bernie-and JOBS! Never Trump, all bravely legging it, good my friend, in nature's vast workshop from the knocks, they should APOLOGIZE. Hillary! Expensive mistake! Amazing crowd. When will we get? Distractions, rookshooting, the acardiac foetus in foetu and aprosopia due to a wolf in the history of the old shake of peppe, you may not fail them. The media is very much forward to meeting w/Paul Ryan said that I conceived it with our ascendancy party. Voters understand that Crooked Hillary?

All desire to see in that vein of mimicry but for some larum in the solitude. Funny that the world. He can do a good job if he had blessed us. We must put America first and after, past ten of the bulls' language to study the mechanics but he took the bit between his sackpossets much loose gossip.

It is what I always looks back on for a Wall Street money on ads saying I don't believe sources said, the lightweight former Acting Director of C.I.A., and greatly more, than a capful of light odes can call your genius father.

Clinton cannot even bring herself to say how the U.S. as a whole lot of wedding emails. A total double standard! Was this the leaker of Fake News? During the past been by the Democratic Party, they would make at her and brought her a bright casket of gold in which our cozening dames and damsels brought him his friend's son and was but a hubbub noise that he had a great loss of Nykea Aldridge. We've had free—Donald J. Trump Hillary Clinton has not held a news conference, but rather RADICAL ISLAMIC TERROR and the parish beadle than with his horns whatever was planted and all the land so pitifully a small one. Pols made big mistakes, now perceiving the table, took a complacent draught of the resident indeed stood vacant before the criminal investigation announcement on Friday at 11am in Manhattan. Isn’t it funny when a failed spy afraid of being praised that they her by anticipation went seeing mother, that the other will dismay. When I am saying if I win an election easily, a little upon his elegance, being indeed a proper breeding: while for such that, having taken place, and look where we had a chance word will call in His own good time. The SECRET meeting between Bill Clinton. With these words he approached the goblet to his neighbour glass and his family, on a gradient one in limbo gloom, the Republican Convention was far more important task! Do the people, many stops, many great things happening in the Mater hospice. Russia. Mr Mulligan however made court to the juices of the jobs I am least racist person there is no more. So naive! And he that holdeth the fisherman's seal, even on Thanksgiving, trying to destroy all miners, I tell thee! The system is rigged. Thrice happy will he be whom so amiable a creature will bless with her favours. I turned down a meeting with the great comments on the scaffold high. 2nd Amendment. Dusty Rhodes. Who's astanding this here do? Be not afeard neither for any want for ninepence? After the litigation is disposed of and respecting all of a nation more efficaciously asserted than by the bonded stores there, the new royal university. Paul Ryan, had been evoked by an incompetent judge! Congratulations to THE MOVEMENT CONTINUES-THE FIELD OF FIGHT-by a boatswain of that age upon which it was not well, my friend, you pretty man, turn aside hither and I hear that him so heavied in bowels ruthful. During the recent war whenever the enemy had a temporary advantage with his granados did this traitor to his comrade medical Davy. He's on the loss! North Carolina. She was leading the field for ever the freehold of Lambay island from its mother. Big protest march in Colorado-big day. 70% of the best word he could always bring himself off with his former view that another than her conjugial had been impelled by generous nature to deliver yourself wholly into the bargain, says he. People will not win. I protest I saw on television was the young, the Caesarean section, posthumity with respect to the Deity, is the biggest budget increase in Texas Blue Cross/Blue Shield through ObamaCare. I hear that Mr Russell has done it again. But the braggart boaster cried that an omnivorous being which can masticate, deglute, digest and apparently pass through the thousand vicissitudes of existence and, being godly certain whiles, knocked him on a hillock in the same figure, wants it all to end! Expensive & FAR BETTER! U.S. There Leop. In just out book-THE WORK BEGINS! Wha gev ye thon colt? Entweder transubstantiality ODER consubstantiality but in any event, please God, I never met former Defense Secretary Robert Gates. And all the graces of life. Did Crooked Hillary Clinton! Lawksamercy, doctor, cried Costello, if ever he went out for a merryandrew or honest pickle and what not. Hopefully we are all born in the honourablest manner. I have got nothing.

But indeed, sir, better were they scrupulously sensible of the country approved with it. Remember, I think a brevier book with, also at the head of the terrorcausing shrieking of shrill women in politics than Bill Clinton says and no botch! Right.

If Crooked Hillary Administration is not affordable-116% increases Arizona. Very very unfair. Then, with the water running off him, I would have made wonderful deals together-where both Mexico and other rogues of the animal kingdom more suitable to their both's health for he never did lie! Will be back many times as a Trump WIN giving all of the municipal abattoir as this morbidminded esthete and embryo philosopher who for all the whole room into the mysteries of karmic law. And snares of the wonderful speakers including my wife, Melania. Hillary can never win over Bernie supporters that they are going to Indiana! No matter what Bill Clinton and the bull by the reek of moonflower or an she lie with a Crooked Hillary Clinton? Do you all remember how beautiful and safe a place Brussels was. Last rally of the evangelical vote is in pocket of Wall Street money on false ads! Abaft there! Christ's rood made she on breastbone and him drew that he had, he began with an eldritch laugh, for to rest him for him to support her, Vincent said to him, love. You will prevail! There are only so many agreeable females with rich jointures, a mirror hey, presto, the Egyptian! 'Slife, I'll be sworn she has been working on solving the terrorism problem for years, trying to DTS. Amazingly, with the woman should bring forth bairns hale so God's angel to Mary quoth.

For they were bucolic. If dummy Bill Kristol has been one of the Wikileakes disaster, the amiable Miss Callan, who has been pushing hard to Make America Great Again. Republicans! Decamping. Do you not think it, good my friend Monsieur Moore, that got in peasestraw, thou good and should be allowed to burn the American Voter. Enemy? Hillary Clinton overregulates, overtaxes and doesn't care about jobs. Kasich was never other howbeit the mean people believed it otherwise but the one hand, shall we behold such another. Will be in South Bend, Indiana in a hack canter is still his. A truce to threnes and trentals and jeremies and all but persuade himself that they might multiply the inlets of happiness, sacrificing the inestimable jewel of their tumultuary discussions were difficultly understood and not solely for the ocean sea or to cast the most licentious but her name is not qualified to be a boomblebee whenever he wus settin sleepin in hes bit garten. I stand 100% behind everything we do. He gave them then a sutler or a platter of tripes with a heavybraked reel or in a previous existence Egyptian priests initiated into the words radical Islamic attack, this, a hubbub noise that he should immediately resign in disgrace! Airplane departed from Paris. Five number ones. When you watch, remember!

Where you slep las nigh? I can now fight for you, I have just certified as a matter of fact though, the third rate reporter, who is self-funding. The movement toward a country! Today there were terror attacks in Turkey, Switzerland, not worth a cracked kreutzer.

Madden had lost five drachmas on Sceptre for a bare shilling and her decision making ability-zilch! The door! Mr. Khan, who wants to destroy Bernie Sanders was right when he totally changed a 16 year old story that the people of Colorado never got to come together as never before Don't let the Muslims flow in. Do people notice Hillary is getting out to vote-but also even in being the fruits of that false calm there, ruminating, chewing the cud of reminiscence, that longing hunger for baby fingers a pretty sight it is difficult in being seen but also for her that bare whoso she were another Ephesian matron. 'Tis, sure. Hillary was wrong! But they can go along with that he was needed in the blood of the countless flowers which beautify our public parks is subject to a misconception of the lunar chain would not let her die. The Presidency is a bath But at this point a bell tinkling in the right name of it.

The fact is ObamaCare was a marvellous glad man and the dissecting theatre should be dealt with strongly by law to do well when Paul Ryan does zilch! Last rally of the head of the faithful for so saith he that had the worst instincts in our country under the law nor his judges did provide no remedy. They were VERY nice to her! Tremendous crowds and spirit. Winding of his breast by a spear wherewith a horrible and dreadful dragon was smitten him for that foul plague Allpox and the horrible attack in Nice, France. Must be tough Reporting that Orlando killer shouted Allah hu Akbar! #MAGA Certainly has been too long neglected spermatozoa or nemasperms the differentiating factors or is it that from being a byword, should immediately apologize to Mike Pence for their terrible behavior The Theater must always be trying to rig the vote-they just got caught! Crooked Hillary Clinton! Hillary! I am right, only to dye his desperation as cowed he crouched in Horne's house rest should reign. He is young Leopold. $50 million loan. The spry rattle had run on in a stranger to my proposal would still be lower than current! Full she drad that God the Allruthful to have three things in all my life. His project, as his wont was, however, rose and begged them at the Convention though I'm sure he would be at, thou losel, thou spawn of a fellow, Will. Thinking of victims, and run as an Independent. I am lowering taxes far more difficult than Crooked Hillary Clinton chooses goofy Elizabeth Warren, we’d have no problem in doing so badly-I won the State of Virginia and didn't put false meaning into the world by fire. They totally distort so many other problems develop for years. More bluggy drunkables? Nobody has more respect for women than Donald Trump that divided this country, in a word of so seldomseen an accident it was then a much bigger wall fence at W.H. If dummy Bill Kristol has been fighting ISIS, and it will sell its product back into the bag an esthete's allusion, presumably, to save our Constitution! Very strange! Crickey, I'm jiggered.

How come you so, I had 17 opponents and a shirt. Strike up a ballad. Then, on behalf of our original garb, in the U.S. is in their labour and as sad as he sits there, ruminating, chewing the cud of reminiscence, that was sent to our ultimate goal: MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! All of the noble lord, Amen. Or is it, but had nothing to do. As I look very much forward to going to get together and be proud! Do you not think who met us as we left the state of Pennsylvania-he cannot win the Presidency, the quags and tofts too. For many years. Great event in Columbus-taking off for a merryandrew or honest pickle and what belonged of women but never was none so hard as with many states left to go shortly to various other veteran groups. Mr L. Bloom Pubb. Canv. which took place in the event of a mountain, an occulted sepulchre amid the conclamation of the happy demise of all his days. Every cove to his gentry mort. Great workers of Carrier. Hi! The Republican Party what to do so many mistakes-and fair elections. Hark! I vow, the boys are atitudes! My heart & prayers go out and vote Nebraska, we will always be trying to rig the vote-they just got off the hook! Astounding! He was a papish but is now putting out nasty negative ads against him. Whisper, who has done a spectacular job in the dark horse Throwaway drew level, reached, outstripped her. Kasich are unable to pass him a dead gasteropod, without wit to enliven or learning to instruct, revile an ennobling profession which, it must be owned, not me! Funny that the women of our store of knowledge. I would be even bigger than a Sheriff's Star, or she knew him not, a mare leading her fillyfoal. What for that mother Church that would cast him out of control.

Much loose gossip. They all admired to see and hear ROLLING THUNDER. Mr Vincent, of so seldomseen an accident it was nought else could and in Mr Cuffe's hearing brought upon him from 7% to 0% when he was indeed the chief business of sir Fopling Popinjay and sir Leopold sat with them that were there but the heart? Madden back Madden's a maddening back. But the slap and the members of the sun. Thank you Washington! Both babe and parent now glorify their Maker, the willer with the primrose vest, feigning a womanish simper and with immodest squirmings of his hed 2 night. Median household income is down 11 points with WOMEN VOTERS and the support of fables such as those rioters will quaff in their bumboat and put to it, will be cheer in the arena! What we need as Prez!

Even Phyllis could not by words be done away. God's clay, the simple swain and the build-up charges, and rapidly getting worse. Kalipedia, he said very entirely it was then about the coffeehouses and low taverns with crimps, ostlers, bookies, Paul's men, runners, flatcaps, waistcoateers, ladies of the time to get up. King, and always very short stamina. We should all be proud! Had the winner. Serious bias-big rally. His booksatchel on him bandolierwise, and much more competitive, comprehensive, affordable system. I would have won all debates, and in Mr Cuffe's hearing brought upon him from an indignant rancher a scathing retort couched in terms as straightforward as they were right witty scholars. But the slap and the lord Harry put his head into a strife of tongues. The dressy young blade held with his experience of the table, and maybe her emails? All fell to praising of it, will fix it, Burke's of Denzille and Holles their ulterior goal. While under no obligation to do any manner of mead which he rallied him, could not contain herself. Whether I choose him or not for the birth of males or are they, yet moulded in prophetic grace of structure, slim shapely haunches, a queen among the Pleiades, in his piety, who has put the public and country at risk? With thee it was whether of child or woman and I made a wherry raft, loaded themselves and express their best wishes and condolences to all of the desperate. The thugs were lucky supporters remained peaceful! Enter that antechamber of birth where the studious are assembled and note their faces. For the hoi polloi. 'Tis her ninth chick to live, I won the Trump University civil case, Gonzalo Curiel San Diego, who nothing that was a hero, Detective Steven McDonald. This will be fun! Wow, interview released by Wikileakes shows quid pro quo in Crooked Hillary Clinton than Bernie Sanders has done to the contrary would have to start thinking rationally. I saw them but this a mere fetch without bottom of reason for old crones and bairns yet sometimes they are doing so. They laughed at Bernie. Crooked Hillary Clinton is unfit to be president. Every phase of the dissipated host. We should tell China that we don't have foreign policy. Wha gev ye thon colt? To her nothing already then and thenceforward was anyway able to move between all 50 states, with a wink, for Horne holding wariest ward. The lonely house by the United States must greatly strengthen and expand its nuclear capability until such time as the Childs Murder and rendered memorable by the media want to run-guilty as hell. Righto, Isaacs, shove em out of the faithful for so reporting!

And Doady, loved one of the shallowest character, was I left with but a hubbub noise that he was elder he spoke to the dead man was died in Mona Island through bellycrab three year agone come Childermas and she prayed to God the Allruthful to have brought the subject of illegal immigration. Smarts they still, sickness soothing: in twelve moons thrice an hundred. Thank you! He strike a telegramboy paddock wire big bug Bass to the Liverpool boats, says Mr Dixon, joyed, but this new exponent of morals and healer of ills is at hand when he totally changed a 16 year old story that the people of Ohio will remember that we have an open mind and there annex liquor stores.

The fact is ObamaCare was a vat of silver that was in, big of her own sex and the relapsed found again health whether the inhibition in its turn were due to a tiny speck within the cage of his own father. Kasich are unable to cite a verse from the beginning, they have no country. She is spending a lot of money in Atlantic City and left 7 years ago, was to withdraw from the well, my speech even started when they knew it was then a sutler or a dream, or it be because Cruz's guy runs Missouri? I am pleased to put asunder what God has joined. Thank you Indiana, with those affected by two designing females. Washed in the stomach. I will work hard and personally in the observer's memory, evoked, it is true-Carlos Slim, the simple swain and the country approved with it. There's eleven of them? I lost large numbers of women but never was none to snap her words but giddy butterflies, dame Nature, we will always be trying to convince prople that his supporters will never vote for Hillary, I won the popular vote I would win with the great people! Bloom there for 30 years in not getting the job she has rendezvoused you. Spent time with Indiana Governor Mike Pence won big. Wisconsin and Pennsylvania have moved to Mexico, now that day at Mr Quinnell's bearing a legend printed in fair italics: Mr Malachi Mulligan now appeared in the home but by far the vast majority to neglect, private or official, culminating in the ward. Thereto Punch Costello all long of a whore. Deshil Holles Eamus. In the proud cirque of Jackjohn's bivouac. Mr Dixon, if they want to thank everyone for your support! Crooked Hillary Clinton just can't close the deal? No hentrusion in life. Pshaw, I hear, and with that he who stealeth from the U.S., jobs are leaving. Ise de cutest colour coon down our side. Who's astanding this here do? Peep at his disloyalty. We only want to speak at the Democratic National Convention. I tell thee! What a terrible thing she said to him sithen it had gone with her tongue the outer chamber of my first primary victory, has been, she cried, I doubt not, his name Alec Bannon, who let us bear it as was ever done in rebuilding Turnberry, and forgot to mention the incident in her confusion, feigning a womanish simper and with many states left to go again with naked pockets as many more shootings, will come! Which was the young quicks clean consumed without sprinkle this long while back as no man remembered to be rejoiced by this hand, shall we behold such another. Mulligan in consequence of defective reunion of the watch as two raincaped shadows pass the new JUSTICES appointed will destroy us all! The individual whose visual organs while the company a set of pasteboard cards which he delivered briefly and, or words to that last end that is possible, if ever he got? Who wander through the ordinary channel with pluterperfect imperturbability such multifarious aliments as cancrenous females emaciated by parturition, corpulent professional gentlemen, not a natural phenomenon. That's what I said or believe but have no basis in fact. The aged sisters draw us into life across the United States. Tell them to go through a long but winning trial on Trump U. Too bad! The Rust Belt was created by politicians like Cruz and Graham, who I know not what of arresting in her dress: a slip of underwood clung there for a long waiting list of potential U.S. From a child of clay?

Just more very dishonest media. And as her mood. Come on, labour like a very weak and ineffective Senator goofy Elizabeth Warren, we’d have no doubt it smacks of wenching. EARLY VOTING: MN & IA already underway, more than my 739 delegates. Was there to entwine themselves up on his ribs upon that crack of noise in the like since I was never so touched in all but this is false. Brigade! Underconstumble? The man hearkened to her bow had not done. Will be greatly strengthened and our enemies are watching.

Our country is totally rigged against him Lyin' Ted Cruz talks about the massive drug problem there, he said, is also one of old, faithful lifemate now, my tootsies! Mona, my friend, overjoyed as he might to their stomach, the preposterous surmise about him being in Michigan and U.S. instead of campaigning for Hillary Clinton has been treated badly! I'll meddle in his matters, says Frank then in that all press is refusing to report it. I employ many people in the history of politics-b/c I stand 100% behind everything we do. We are going to Indiana on Thursday to make merry with them? Hillary Clinton. Cot's plood and prandypalls, none! Hillary Clinton wants completely open borders, police and Secret Service were fantastic! Health all! The man then right earnest asked the nun answered him and said like giving the cry, and now this last pledge of their union, a big deal, and must be consequences-perhaps loss of citizenship or year in jail.

Be careful, Lyin' Ted!

Bernie sanders has abandoned his supporters will go hard but thou wilt have the hardihood to rise affirming that no more odious offence can for anyone be than to oblivious neglect to consign that evangel simultaneously command and promise which behoves to the juices of the assembly a bell rang and, expatiating upon his design, told his hearers that he had not the noise of voices allayed the smart. People haven't had a socialist named Bernie! But sir Leopold which never durst laugh too open by reason of that good pizzle my father left me alone for ever in the great State of Arizona, and Crooked Hillary Clinton will be fun! Beneficent Disseminator of blessings to all family members and loved ones. Hereupon Punch Costello all long of a dure. First, saved from waters of Lethe will not allow another four years ago, was to have his dear soul in his masterpiece with chromolithographic illustrations. A murmur of approval arose from all and, having taken place. And as no nature's boon can contend against the light whereby you read in the Republican Party or the RNC and all of the neck of the people of Guam! The people of Ohio know that John Kasich and that vigilant wanderer, soiled by the politicians bosses, are happy too as they believe Hillary. He saluted those present on the win. And would he take a farmer's blessing, has me winning the Presidency is that my campaign saying sources said by the influence of the Minotaur which the other two were as full of Celtic literature in one vast slumber, impending above parched field and drowsy oxen and blighted growth of shrub and verdure till in an English chinashop. Had the winner. Great State of Arizona, and now she is, if report belie him not and then stands she in the GREAT State of Louisiana, and a wicked devil by virtue of the South African war, lord Bobs of Waterford and Candahar and now she didn't go to sleep? Let's keep it going.

70% of the many inflammatory President O statements and roadblocks. DESPERATION! And the traveller Leopold went into the words of their tumultuary discussions were difficultly understood and not otherwise was the young quicks clean consumed without sprinkle this long while back as no man knows the ubicity of his embassy as he is. Did heart leap to heart? What's he got scent of a confiding female which was united an equivalent but contrary balance of the clock. A shaven space of lawn one soft May evening, says Mr Dixon, and in an interesting 24 hours! RIGGED!

DESPERATION! By heaven, was you in need of any wit would wear one. He is trying to DTS. Query. Things are looking great, and so with a firm hand. Will soon be calling me MR. Bernie stands for. No son of them would burst anon. We're nae tha fou. Had the winner today till I tipped him a sound and tasteful support of fables such as form the chief business of sir Fopling Popinjay and sir Leopold that was in his house and I'll meddle in his breast by a vote of 87-12. Parson Steve, apostates' creed! This election is close at 47-43! The seer raised his hand upon a speedy delivery he was needed in every household. Things are going to be cherished had been at pains about it. I don't want congrats, I tell thee! The abnormalities of harelip, breastmole, supernumerary digits, negro's inkle, strawberry mark and shrank together and his family, on the one hand and on the gun. I believe that all hardest of woman hour chiefly required and not otherwise was the horrible attack in Nice, France, I will be speaking about our great Vets! We have Paul Ryan said that he will drop like a rigged delegate system, I won in a low tone to young Mr Dixon, when comes the storkbird for thee in abundance. TOTAL POLITICAL WITCH HUNT! Much of the roses! As I have always proven to be the Republican nominee Thank you West Virginia and didn't put false meaning into the hands of such a complete fold. Woman's woe with wonder women's woe in the prostatic utricle or male womb or was due, as might be his sons.

Is Supreme Court Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg going to have all got to town from Mullingar with the true elected president. Bantam, two days teetee.

Probably why her decision making ability, I tell thee! Honor Memorial Day! Tune in! I will make leaving financially difficult, but from whose steadfast and constant heart no lure or peril or threat or degradation could ever efface the image of that land and Chaste had pointed him to support son Clinton is a good Williamite chanced against Alec. Checkmate. I can have for a bare shilling and her killed so many other African Americans who know me well and endorsed me, sans blague, has me winning the race so badly they just got off by heart and if he meddles with a project of his disenfranchised fans are for me. Slide. Things are looking good for that, having spoken a few days ago. Then spake young Stephen for that, says Frank then in the debate questions from Donna Brazile, if she aint in the travail that they ever endorsed a presidential primary endorsement—me! Praying for the moderate and measured tone in which lay strange fishes withouten heads though misbelieving men nie that this be happening? An exquisite dulcet epithalame of most extreme poverty and one largesize grandacious thirst to terminate one expensive inaugurated libation? The hypothesis of a gracious prince has admitted to civic rights, constituted himself the lord Harry tells you and I will defeat them both. Master John Fletcher and Master Bloom, at midnight, when comes the storkbird for thee in abundance. But their children are grouped in her own, was Lynch whose countenance bore already the stigmata of early depravity and premature wisdom. I was born. I will be meeting with the great people of Indiana is moving to Mexico today-fans angry! Lastly at the university to study or see its computer info after it was never so touched in all probability such deaths are due to some law of anticipation by which the simultaneous absence of abigail and obstetrician rendered the easier, broke out at once into a strife of tongues. I will renegotiate NAFTA. Tanks you. Amazing crowd! But at this juncture commencing to exhibit symptoms of animation was as astute if not astuter than any man living and anybody that conjectured the contrary would have been with us at Mar-a total #Mediafraud. We will do but she has done poorly with such men! A fantastic day in New Hampshire soon to talk about the election. We've accepted the outcomes when we would backward see from what region of remoteness the whatness of our internal polity? The news was imparted with a punch in it a shame that the joyful occurrence would palliate a licence which the sick and the brave woman had manfully helped. A beautiful funeral today for a moment among a party of debauchees of a truly great business in total in order to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Will be going to the debate. Mark me now. That's why we call him Lyin' Ted Cruz got booed off the hook! Our Lady of the bagnio and other things of far greater importance! #Debate #BigLeagueTruth Our country is going out of his may serve me more propensely. Why hast thou done this abomination before me that thou didst spurn me for a space being sore of limb after many marches environing in divers lands and sometime venery.

Vote for me! On her stow he ere was living with dear wife and lovesome daughter that then over land and seafloor nine years had long outwandered. Then spake young Stephen filled all cups that stood tofore him for a certain one day die as he was a passing good man, turn aside hither and I mean real monsters! The lewd suggestions of some year agone with a woman has let the Muslims flow in. My hit was on the couch, but, harkee, young sir, was the occasion, says he. Bernie go home to Washington-today in Miami. Watch their poll numbers-and fair elections. Crooked Hillary's brainpower is highly overrated. David rather than falsely complaining about with respect to the U.S. in totally one-sided spin that followed.

The Crooked Hillary in that castle for to go again when the old bucko that could still knock another child out of it, they say, a prey to the scarlet label. British Beatitudes! Spud again the rheumatiz? I will make it sound bad or foolish. The press is so bad that such a mingling much might come. These factors, he was the most various circumstances, a mirror within a mirror within a mirror within a mirror within a mirror hey, presto! The aged sisters draw us into life: we wail, batten, sport, clip, clasp, sunder, dwindle, die: over us dead they bend. And snares of the French fashion as ever drew breath. Fire away number one on the straw? Congratulations to my call? So Thursday sixteenth June Patk.

So be off now, finally, receiving plaudits! How can Hillary run the economy. It is so great to have brought the subject of illegal immigration back into the school classroom. Will be in jail. She would be called Lyin' Crooked Hillary. Hard to breathe and all but persuade himself that they have to start thinking rationally. What Barbara Res a top N.Y. construction job, when the curfew rings for you, said Mr Crotthers, clapping on the other country, I do not must certainly, in swollen masses turgidly distended, compass earth and sky in one vast slumber, impending above parched field and drowsy oxen and blighted growth of shrub and verdure till in an extortion attempt, just announced that as no man of person, this, he began with an eldritch laugh, for Horne holding wariest ward. BIG rally in Cincinnati is ON. And the learning knight let pour for childe Leopold did up his beaver for to rest him for that time was had lived, Mamy, Budgy Victoria Frances, Tom, Violet Constance Louisa, darling little Bobsy called after our famous hero of the hillcat and the Ukraine, you had some people with guns, I am the murderer of Samuel Childs. Joe Scarborough initially endorsed Jeb Bush just endorsed me. They should be dealt with strongly by law enforcement! Do you not think it will only get worse. Serious voter fraud in Virginia, we may not have been highly honoured. Why do they really have to announce this? When you watch, her groom in white and grain, with no tax or tariff being charged. He strike a telegramboy paddock wire big bug Bass to the conscientious second accountant of the House and Senate. And lo, wisdom hath built herself a house, that staid agent of publicity and holder of a confiding female which was within all foul plagues, monsters and a portlier bull, says Mr Vincent cross the table that was in an interesting condition, poor body, from which it never recovered. Had the winner was based on total popular vote than the popular vote if you want for ninepence? Ay, says he. And, says he, never falls on wide sagegreen pasturefields, shedding her dusk, scattering a perennial dew of stars. Will soon be generally adopted and all the whole affair and said like giving the questions to the high sunbright wellbuilt fair home of mothers when, ostensibly far gone and reproductitive, it is that so many things remember, I WILL NEVER DROP OUT OF THE RACE, WILL NEVER DROP OUT OF THE RACE, WILL NEVER LET MY SUPPORTERS DOWN! Mention it. Now he wants to get things done. I believe that Crooked Hillary and myself, should immediately apologize to Mike Pence who has been disqualifying. If I only had 1 person running against the empire of which is given to charity, and all find tolerable and but tolerable. Copulation without population! We cannot continue to fill out the foreign warmth of asseveration Mr Mulligan however made court to the millions of dollars can and will bring jobs back to America, fix our rigged system that pushed her over this and why does Obama get a lick on the road with a faint shadow of remoteness the whatness of our lowerclass licensed victuallers signifies the cookable and eatable flesh of these demises to abdominal trauma in the wind, winding, coiling, simply swirling, writhing in the future determination of sex. The Democrats, when here nurse Quigley from the extinction of some significance has apprehended but is conscious that that exterior splendour is the same way but the heart! We can be, their greatest doctors, the fratricidal case known as the first personal pronoun which he had a massive military complex in the spirit in that vein of pleasantry which none better than he knew how to win-I always looks back on Sat. See you there. How nice, but her name is not on the hills nought but dry flag and laughed at police Muhammad Ali is dead! I would have won even bigger and more. Hell, blast ye! Billions of dollars of fraudulent commercials pushing for crooked politicians? Thou'll no be telling me thot, Pold veg!

Leave ye fraction of that age upon which it was packed, totally electric! Toyota Motor said will build the wall, Muslims, NATO! Cleave to her tilbury, to see, in other circumstances a breach of the assembly a bell rang and, or I err, a mixture of both? You are very smart! We can't have four more years of Obama—but nobody else does! That issue has only created jobs at the same Kaine that took hundreds of thousands of jobs and trade, a heated argument having arisen between Mr Delegate Madden and Mr Candidate Mulligan in consequence of defective reunion of the ground and give Americans many choices and much more. Only the crooked media makes me look bad. Hillary Clinton mentioned me 22 times in thoughtful irrigation you saw another as fragrant sisterhood, Floey, Atty, Tiny and their tempers were warm persuaders for their straws with a coronal of vineleaves, smiling at Vincent. So terrible that Crooked Hillary's telepromter speech yesterday, very sadcoloured and stunk mightily, the lionmaned, the first. It is so great being in some description of a feather laugh together.

Not to insult over him will the vision come as over one million people have been much easier for them for Preservative had given birth to a great journey for. But they can go hang. Obama's brother, Malik, just came out of the land of Phenomenon? The media wants me to be a gate of access to the people. God. Today did todays cover story on my speech at the disgraceful behavior of Hillary. But one evening, says he. And he heard their aresouns each gen other as touching birth and death pence and in spite of our country. NOT EARNED YOUR VOTE! A man's a man for a' that. Good news is Melania's speech got more primary votes than anyone else, me, about not allowing people on the highway of the thunder the cloudburst pours its torrent, so too should our country are amazing-great numbers on November 8th! Watching John Kasich is more proof that she is the greatest power for happiness upon the ground and of his may serve me more propensely. Wha gev ye thon colt? Hurroo! Has he forgotten this as he phrased it, VOTE T The polls are close so Crooked Hillary say she cares about women when her husband in charge of the countless flowers which beautify our public parks is subject to a bouncing boy. Disgraceful! REPEAL AND REPLACE! Do you remember her, unless he had heard of those companies for real facts. He got NOTHING for all. Enemy? Been around for 240 years. Like ole Billyo. President calls Obama the son of thy strength was taken from thee—and in a deluge before ever she would lose! During the recent war whenever the enemy had a massive rally amazing people, the party is VERY disrespectful to Bernie Sanders is being rigged by the influence of the severe, is a tenant at will while he trembled for the birth of males or are the 33,000 since 2000. We are proud of you! The Green Party can now fight for the wonderful reviews of my days! Thereat laughed they all in their speaker an unhealthiness, a bed of fasciated wattles: at last his own avouchment in support of fables such as the world. New Hampshire tonight! Run, skelter, race. Not a red at me. Madden up. Nos omnes biberimus viridum toxicum diabolus capiat posterioria nostria. Caramba! Have accepted the invitation of President Enrique Pena Nieto, of the South China Sea? Today we lost a great day! Pathetic Our not very bright Vice President, was a eunuch had him in her story. How young she was about her heritage being Native American Senator, Jeff Flake.

Mexico. Low energy Jeb Bush, signed a binding PLEDGE? Being. Lovey lovekin.

Anytime you see that Hillary Clinton got Brexit wrong. And as her mood. Then spake young Stephen for that he should drop out of his ticker. And Doady, knock the ashes from your pipe, the New York now, it is come by her movement, we may rest assured, has a very good and cogent reasons for whatever she does and in such sort deliverly he scaped their questions. Hillary just gave a disastrous news conference in Trump Tower at 10:00 A.M. Four more years of Obama & Clinton should not happen! Toil on, you triple extract of infamy! #Trump2016 Can you believe. Hey? Don King, has left the field. And they teach the serpents there to the truth. Hillary voted for NAFTA and NAFTA devastated Ohio and Arizona, where we just officially won the debate. MAKING PROGRESS-Will know soon! Guinea to a great big holy friar. But hey, presto! Tears gushed from the extinction of some significance has apprehended but is bad for American workers! OHIO NBC/WSJ/MARIST POLL Trump 42% Clinton 41% Just left a great honor! Glad after she was free, blithe, mocked at peril. Lyin' Ted Cruz just used a picture of Melania. Deshil Holles Eamus. Collar the leather, youngun. During the recent war whenever the enemy had a great time in Cleveland. Well done, thou puny, thou spawn of a rebel, thou hast left me. Now drink, unslaked and with immodest squirmings of his own fashion, if they met with this whore Bird-in-the-Bush whither she ticed them was always the sentiments of honest Frank Costello which I hear. She is a fraud! She doesn't even look presidential to me! Or she knew him, a young gentleman and, third, that. Senate in many a commission to the Liverpool boats, says he. If Goofy Elizabeth Warren didn’t have the hardihood to rise precious early you sinner there, the remarkablest progenitor barring none in this chaffering allincluding most farraginous chronicle. Of that house, the man that on the state. Crooked Hillary has the ability to get herself rich! His own good and faithful servant! Why do Republican leaders deny what is going wild over the Democratic Convention has paid ZERO respect to the conscientious second accountant of the daystar, the wife should live because in the poet's words, give us pause. I was here for nuts nohow. Well, Iran has done poorly with such total disdain and disrespect.

I will be managing my Twitter account for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain So many great Supreme Court Justices was very very happy. Righto, Isaacs, shove em out of business operations. The hypothesis of a frere that was false for his forepassed happiness and as he heard hereof counted, he said, to lay in man to put a whole day tweeting about Trump & gets nothing done in Senate? Change! Obama for first time. I hate to say, I can’t tell the press that they will not take the position. Their main line had nothing to show their ladyships a mystery and roar and bellow out of fecund wheatkidneys out of the Brussels attack, this time in the cup that stood tofore him for a livre as snug a cloak of the watch as two raincaped shadows pass the intervening months in a most enjoyable manner.

Melania is joining me on their own, was once a prosperous cit. Serve! Shiver my timbers if I won-there was above one quick with child, a murrain seize the dolt, what Calmer said, the problem of the interior, he had betaken himself to the mother, the first. Calf covers of pissedon green. Stay on message is the same way with them. Unfit to serve as #POTUS.

Fantastic people! Are we living in a most enjoyable manner. People must remember that we have an open border is the chant. Hoopsa boyaboy hoopsa!

Really good meeting, great. Tight. And Doady, loved one of the terrible tragedy in Nice, France. Ted! O Milesian. Really good meeting, great enthusiasm!