11,359. THIS FREUD FEUD IS RUDE, DUDE

THIS FREUD FEUD 

IS RUDE, DUDE

So I know, you've got your vanity

and your ego too, and so do I as

much as you, but put it all aside, 

you rattle-trap scrounger. There's

nothing between us here but passed

balls and soured milk. Playing this

wonderland game keeps us going.

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I never liked your style, and the

placards you always carried

were as annoying as hell. Some

things you said went beyond a

fatal tradition  -  you clobbered

too many turkeys in the head 

with glee. Ace, chop, 1,2,3.

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I have cousins and nieces and

nephews I never see, and when

I do we never talk. An obvious

language barrier. Two of them

proselytize (I hate that trickle-down

faith), and one even goes with 

his cronies to Africa, to pick 

on natives : a self-righteous fix?

I call that religious imperialism.

He denies such exists.

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Sort of like walking in the surf

with stupid John Chau. In ten

minutes, Sigmund, you too can

meet your maker, and how.