Monday, March 03, 2008

Wastebasket Enemy Combatant is Glazed on the Inside and Stained on the Outside

The Wastebasket Enemy Combatant whispers about this and that. He raises himself, very pretty. He sinks into use. The Wastebasket Enemy Combatant is properly applied. He's broken. He reaches for the International Federation of Aerophilatelic Societies. He stumbles.

The Wastebasket Enemy Combatant shouts when foreign intelligence confuses Catty Shack chicken-flavored treats with evidence. He can't tell the difference between NF Formula and the miniature tennis ball soaked in catnip that hides underneath the ottoman.

He's aglow with subtle Christmas colors and robust flavors. The Wastebasket Enemy Combatant is made from chocolate brown wax linen. He's invoked.

He swells, designed for espionage, filled with canceled checks and Kleenex.

The Wastebasket Enemy Combatant turned upside down and greatly expanded in a twist-tie 13-gallon bag.

He gropes. He gets on with the matter. He cries, so bloated by new modifications that he threatens to swallow ordinary criminal investigations. He revives to protect the soiling orange dog. He counts how many blisters on an egg. He's forbidden from independent schools. The Wastebasket Enemy Combatant is wrapped in an umbrella organization for use in large die casting plants in Germany.

He talked of being used as an end. He ascended into the Scout movement. He was falling down drunk with judicial oversight and he set up an umbrella campus ministry group, including disciples. He hurried, administered by a secret court.

2 Comments:

Blogger CAROLYN said...

Shimmy is a beautiful cat. Did you purchase her or adopt her as a Maine Coon? I used to live in Chicago, north side Ravenswood and Central Park. Has Rogers Park gone the way of the Windy City blown into liberal land? I'm so glad I left Daly land behind. We have 2 cats. Joy, shorthair and brown tabby is a handsome specimen. The red cat from Hell cannot meow. I find your blog completely intelligible. Sorry. But I'm sure Shimmy loves you. Michele Obama would never own a cat.

7:16 PM  
Blogger Shimmy said...

Oh, Carolyn, don't get me started on the Dal[e]ys. They're so far-left that they control the weather! Did you ever wonder why Chicago's average daily temperatures are nearly identical to St. Petersburg's? It's no coincidence. They've turned Chicago into Ceausescu's Romania. Remember what Father Dal[e]y did to the police in 1968? But the Mayor never would never hurt those dogs, like Glenn Beck did (pit bulls).

Yours,
Shimmy

10:09 AM  

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