Lucky You!

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It's thundering outside as I write this. Perfect. I had a little beer left over from last Friday night and today was the obvious time to consume it. Monday was a very bad day because I was severely sleep-deprived due to Judeo-faggot RF Sunday night. They seem to have switched from playfully titilating my scrotum with a mild dose, to destroying as much nerve tissue as possible with heavy, stinging, RF. Last night was quite violent.

I had gone to bed early (about 8 pm) in hopes (thump) of getting enough sleep for the next day. The prickly, stinging RF began about ten minutes after I hit the sack and lasted for the next five hours (tap). There was also another hour of it from 0500 to 0600. Kootch woke me up at 0700, but I was able to sleep RF-free 'til 0900. Enough sleep.

So today I have been really enjoying Mel Gibson's recent unfortunate encounter with the LA cops. What a juicy story! I say this, of course, from the point of view of a non-Jewish authority on the phenomenon of 'AntiSemitism.' Most authorities on the subject are Jews, of course. But I am that rare (tap) example of an Irish (half) Catholic (former) authority. Whereas formerly you had only Jews to instruct you in the matter of AntiSemitism you now have me as a sort of counterbalance. Lucky you!