Showing posts with label Microwaves. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Microwaves. Show all posts

Thursday, March 23, 2017

Michael's Musings

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Michael Shinafelt
"Shout, shout, let it all out, these are the things I can do without, Come on, I'm talking to you, come on" - Shout, Tears For Fears

It's Springtime for Hitler, and the rest of us, hooray!


You've heard of a monthly visitor, well I have a weekly visitor. Yes, bingo, here it is! That time of the week were I get to say what's on my mind and more than likely what's on a lot of yours as well.


File this one under anger management, time to release the Kraken! That was an example of phrase you would use to define the word euphemism, ready? Let's go crazy!!!!


Erika Jayne's breakdown on the Real Housewives of Beverly Hills was so staged. How staged was it? It was so staged that the diplomatic and peaceful Eileen Davidson was the gasoline to an already lit fire. With a comment that was so out of character for her to say to anyone, let alone Erika.


Take your life and make it the best story in the world. Don't waste that shit.


A homeless man fist bumped me this past week, and the world keeps turning.


Be someone that makes you happy. That way you can fuck yourself.


Spring has sprung


Ivanka Trump will serve as her father's "eyes and ears" in other words a service dog.


I love Trade Joe's Wasabi Mayonnaise 

Trump Care is like Trump University, except you die.


Since we now know Microwaves are intrusive and pry into your personal business I have named my Eden. After Eden Sassoon on the Real Housewives of Beverly Hills.


My ideal weight is Tom Hardy is on top of me


Apparently my dick has something to do with Katy Perry's latest single. I was as surprised to find this out as you are right now.


TTFN, until next week!


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