Friday, June 08, 2018

when Venezuela makes lindt chocolate smell like rabbit fur

Feeling delirious a lot of the time serves no particularly useful purpose. I should know.

Directing a train engine to turn a hard left onto the contraband of an island made of seven year old tooth paste is not the least imaginative item that a colossal dichotomy would present to an armpit salesman who traveled only an odd number of steps per day. That the quotient would rise, much as does the sea-level, would remind few that eating less meat would be the best choice that a chooser could make. That crying as a method to deduct liquid from the eye ducts is a dilutionary job whose time has come on Tuesday mornings.

I did not know that 'dilutionary' is not a word. It turns out it is a word that is acceptable as applied to the dilution of stocks; ie, a financial term. I feel that it should be applicable towards anything that can be diluted.

What a Quagmire the Ford ran into when he was elected into Ontario. Villified by the left and even disliked by the center; what tune will this ring once the cards fall down to dominoes? Time will tell, as it always wont to do.

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