Washington insiders had been tailing US AG Merrick "Gitmo" Garland ever since his notoriety for executing Timothy McVeigh, amplified by.an adoring crowd of Harvard Educated Barry O billionaire progressives, failed to garner (or is it garland) the necessary Senate votes to overcome Trump's trumpeteers. Amid the Kerfuffling Merrick retreated to Barry's Hyannis boat house where he grilled Memorial day hotdogs in and out of season, quoted obscure passages of Plato to show he was no less a philosopher than Gorsuch, and waited his chance. He found it when a yacht laden with purloined Ferraris and piloted by Fugazzi fugitive Jahkrabbi rahmadandi came whizzing up the Cape Cod canal, hell bent on the Newly opened siberia to yemen trade route.
What united Garland now to his nemesis McVeigh whom he had whacked with the outsized power of his office was an obsession with shootem up jonny tactics so common in the halls of government. He grasped a water cannon in his greasy palm. STOP, PIRATE! he cried, failing to notice a freighter following the yacht, captained by Weinstein and carrying a thousand metric tons of milk duds in recycled shipping containers which incidentally were painted to look like milk dud theater boxes, bright gold with chocolate brown lettering.
in a small kayak striving mightly to avoid being capsized by the freighter's wake, Milk dud could be found with Thoreau and Marlinspike who was disguised as Jimmy cliff, and remonstrating with Dud not to play Doubtfire in response but it was to no avail. Dud grasped an apple from the load in the kayak's stern and pitched it gleefully at Ramdani's posteriors.
The punjabi turned around in surprise.
Dud giggled. "O Sir," she cried. "I saw the whole thing! it was a sail by fruiting! Some irate member of your work force, did you try to involve them in shady dealings, sir?"
There's your leak, shouted ramdani, let's plug it up!
He grabbed a bucket and began to bail, and we don't mean bondsman.
Drizzy and Thoreau were discussing the capability of emerson to bail out the world.
at that point the God Neptune, hearing the word plug, emerged from the ocean wiht his trident.
I'd like to speak to you Mr. Garland about filing a federal lawsuit for copyright infringement.
aainst who? merrick blustered.
Anyone using my trident on a USB stick.
This could get ugly, Merrick mused.
across the sound innew bedford, the holy spirit of the late latin prelate churro bandini was observing the waves trying to decide if he should fish, surf or just ramble around the piers.
Neocities.