Despite my post last week, and emails here and there, that silly little American coon <RICE> decided to shake hands with the Polish PM last night, coming to an agreement on an anti missile shield in Poland.

I saw it this morning.


Sipping on my morning cup of coffee and watching Spanish news, the handshake was all I had to see, though the language falls on deaf ears.


Her silly little quaint country <AMERICA> apparently has not heard Russian calls to not build it. With nuclear threats to say the least, her greedy little <AMERICAN> country still sent a diplomat, and 10 million dollars <CASH> with ill promises about colateral defense, protection, "well you're a NATO bitch now, aint ya?" and other statements made in improper English, but enough to convince the president and PM to sign the deal.


Well now I guess we play the waiting game.


<AMERICAN> <GREED> has now cast the first die, and it's a matter of Russian heart ache not to take action.

heart ache

I soo have to shave tonight!

And don't you hate it when you have to toss and turn to get to bed, because you waited too long to check out a website? I soo hate having to wait until the morning, or later! What? me me me, gimme gimme gimme. And I wonder what I ever saw in poo. ---> Doctors? I know you must be bored traveling the world without your tennis racket, but you can hardly blame the doctors! Don't you pay them enough anyway? At least ask for your money back, or clock em in the nuts with one of those automatic tennis thingeys.. hehe.

Hey. A 10000 dollar date? I'm in over my head, but what would like to say, if fried chicken could be currency, I'd take up your offer. Because I'm not like that.

What would we do? A little bit of this, a little bit of that. Would I mind being seen with a light haired women? Hell no. It doesn't matter what my friends think. It's just you and me, sweet. They can hate after I made you cuma. You know why? Because I'm not like that.


Maybe I seem a little edgy, because 10000 is alot of money. But hey, everyday is 10 grand, when I'm riding high with you. Money talks, but doesn't sing. And I say hey, wasn't that sweet so feel me, taste this thing I just cooked

Back yet? I soo think you're going to go Anna, but that's just my opinion....

I'm sorry.


I can say would you like soup. Would you hacha soupa? I'm working on "would you". Is that a polar bear sniffing your bum? Sorry, that's just my own frustration with me not feeling I'm reaching you.