Nobody Flashes
I’m sorry. I was looking for something funny to post, and came upon this, and laughed all the way through it.
Not sure WHAT that means except…I don’t know. The world is losing it. And right now, when mothers can’t find formula for their babies because Biden sent it all to the border…I’ll take anything at this moment. Even North Koreans having to march like this.
Who THOUGHT of this step?
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I am a nobody. If the different classes of America were color-coded, I would be in the yucky brown, one rung up from the bottom. I grew up in Naples, Florida and live near the Mississippi River now with my husband and two dogs. I am part of the slowly disappearing middle-class. I was a musician most of my life: drummer/singer/keyboards—but I retired before the plastic surgery flu hit. I have no degrees, which could be a good thing…depending on how you view our educational system. I do have three patents…but that really doesn’t make me a somebody. The one thing that is constant in my life is my OPINIONS, which i have more than perhaps even Carl Sagan could have imagined…mostly political. (yes…my ancestors were crabby buggers)
Hopefully other nobody’s will put their opinions on my site. But, if you happen to be a somebody, you’re more than welcomed to help out.
It’s my Nobody Opinion that Nobody’s Perfect, and Nobody Cares, that Nobody Knows why Nobody Wins, and when that happens, Nobody Wonders, why Nobody Flashes, why Nobody’s Fooled, but then Nobody remembers that Nobody ALWAYS Reports the truth.
You can email me at joyanna_adams@yahoo.com
Joyanna Adams
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Love the goose steppin’ gals, jigglin’ down the square. Hahaha. But looking at the final scene of the fat boy on the podium brings the thought that he, by hisself, just cannot project terror. He’s just a fat lad. And he has the look of a rather moronic one at that. I think that those around him are in a vortex of dissonance, with no-one daring to object to the little fat shit, not out of fear of him but of all the other top hangers-on who vie for position by knifing others in the back rather than the little fat shit. Goose step outta line and you get a concrete wellie job from da boys and girls.
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PS, they still cannot outshine the Beijing beauties, the Klang Roses.
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