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Marsha was out cold when John heard Tony pull into the driveway. She was chewing on her hair, snoring softly. John looked into the bathroom mirror. "What a mess." He frothed his face up with her shower gel and considered wiping down his pits. Nah, not today, not for Tony. The fall air was clean, smelled of pine and burning leaves. Eugene, Oregon. "Hey Tony, that's a lot of truck you got here," as John hoisted himself up into the passenger seat. "You know what they say, right?" Tony said nothing, his hands gripped the wheel with his eyes fixed forward. "They say, 'nice truck, sorry about your dick.'" John laughed nervously. Engine still running, Tony shifted the truck into gear, and the pickup shuddered before backing out onto Willamette Avenue. cop[10]

The party line ticket. The good (Barbara Boxer, Nancy Pelosi), the not-as-good (Barack Husein Obama) and the ugly (Diane Feinstein). Diane Feinstein, for all her faults (and there are many) is the devil we know, same as the incumbent POTUS. -- So let's deal with the 800-lbs gorilla in the room: Democrats acting like Republicans. DiFi and Obama are both (the former enthusiastically and the latter more moderately) in the "blue dog" camp, which is a Democrat who is willing to court votes on the right, wants to appear business friendly and will often vote in spite of the will of the party constituency (or at least stated orthodoxy). They are hawkish on defense and willing to play games with civil liberties (especially those pertaining to due process - looking at you, Mr. President); they can be coy or waffle regarding civil rights, especially marriage equality (though Senator Feinstein has always been pro- and POTUS has come around due perhaps in no small part to h...

Re: This bike isn't your stolen one :( Inbox x Terry 11:19 AM (26 minutes ago) to me I'm sure the police have contacted you and given you the bad news ,it's not your bike. Sent from my iPhone Thanks a lot, jerk. I am sorry the PD wasted their time checking the bike you were selling out. I am more sorry that you have wasted my time so thoroughly. Next time, when someone asks for proof of sale, you should consider offering it up on request. Thank you SO MUCH for taunting me about it in email. I hope you never sell you bike, asshole.

Prop 30 - Yes. The proposition asks the wealthiest Californians to invest in the state whose treasure they enjoy and whose economy enriches them. Prop 31 - Needs more study. SFBG says no, "gives governor too much power". Likes the idea of a 24 month budget, and some of the other proposals (more municipal control over funds), but does not like the bills complexity, suggests it is a grab-bag approach to fixing several critical problems at once and is leery of using propositions as legislative fixes for issues this critical. I may be leaning toward "yes", throwing caution to the wind regarding executive power in lieu of budgetary fixes. Will need to look at polling data - would rather it lose by a slim margin that pass. Prop 32 - No. SFBG is emphatic that this is a no vote, citing SuperPAC's bearing down on Unions. That's good enough for this liberal. The measure presents itself as an even-handed effort to reduce political spending by both unions and c...

I hope you all get gangrene. Wo est mein bycicle? Reward if found (unless by me, then probably a punch in the face):

"My condolences Jimbo," said Sergent Wilcox as he shook James' hand vigorously. "You know, I've been hearing that a lot," said the newly minted Detective First Class James Bradford Radcliff. James set the moving box on his new desk. The box was branded on all sides by the moving company the city contracted. It was the type, used for small moves, with the elaborate folding diagram on the top for the morons who couldn't figure out how to fold a boxtop so it would close. James allowed a brief flashback folding similar boxes while volunteering for his high school library. The boxes full of books that were to be thrown away. Years later, in his 20s, restless and floundering, James drove a semi back and forth between Utah, Nevada, Arizona and New Mexico and Indiana, Illinois, Ohio, Michigan and Pennsylvania. All day he'd drive, punctuated by loading cardboard boxes onto and off his rig. Occasionally he'd be put on a route to California - a ta...

"I wonder if Bill Moyers and Kathleen Hall Jameson do it." "What?" "Bill Moyers and Kathleen Hall Jameson. Do they hump? I mean, the guy is solid liberal gold, right? He's unimpeachable. So... does he hunker down with Kathleen Hall Jameson, kiss her tenderly, and stick it in... Do they fuck?" "Who the fuck is Kathleen Hall Jameson?" Steve does another line. The snorting sounds as loud as God. "She's a pundit... and intellectual, I think she's a professor, she's on Moyer's Journal all the time." "Who is Moyers," says Steve with a sniffle. Mike grabs the cocaine, laid out on a plastic faux ceramic tray, and cuts a huge line. "How the fuck do you not know who Bill Moyers is? What..? You're 30-something... 33? 34? Bill Fucking Moyers... on PBS!" Mike snorts, Steve grabs the tray back. "Don't know him." "Fuck," Mike, sniffling, "seriously? Bill Moy...