Meanwhile, I got one of my bushes de-thatched--morning glories, mostly--and cut down the trees growing out of them and from the lily of the valley patch; I'm going to have to go after the rest of the raspberry canes that overgrew the lily of the valley plants and formed a protective thorny barrier over them, but I'm not doing that today when my arms are already well-tenderized from yesterday's efforts. I'll get them next week. I might also hack back the lily plants and throw down some grass seed, because it's too much work to keep the damned raspberries hacked back with the lily plants taking over half the immediate front yard. I'm sick of this shit.
I also got the intake valley of the Fiero vacuumed out, so next step is to put the injectors and fuel rail in, as intended. But because of the MexiCali 500 taking place next door, it's too loud for me to hear the delicate click of fuel injectors, which I want to test for basic function again before I install the fuel rail. So that's on hold until the paisajistas leave.
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Meanwhile, The 3/5ths of a Lightworker in Chief is angry that a reporter asked him a tough question. Doesn't Major Garrett know that it's raciss to ask a tough question of a black President?
I mean, yeah, definitely Major Garrett was only missing a noose and only regards Obama as 3/5ths of a President! That raciss cocksucker, how dare he ask a tough question of a Democrat?
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...I think HBO paid the writers of Deadwood a dollar for every one of George Carlin's "Seven words you can't say on television" they could stuff into the script. "Shit, piss, fuck, cunt, cocksucker, motherfucker, and tits!" They're all in there, every last one, multiple times per episode. It's fine since it's cable and decidedly not for children, but still. Al Swearingen is aptly named, for fuck's sake.