i told margaret i was aghast at her last newsletter regarding the obomba fundation land grab. she said it's gross and wrinkled up her nose like the thought of it stinks. it's not over, she told me. it's gross and it's not over, i said. i always laugh with her usually. we're always making funny usually of grim things. 
part 2. i saw lulu by that tree on top of the train embankment by the fence. no, lulu, no! i said. and she listened thank dog. i knew what lay at the trunk of that poor tree. it's a bag of human waste and a revolting pair of fruit of the loom underwear. why do we say pair for underwear or pants. it's only one thank dog, and no legs. oh but sick humans never mind 
the nomenclature just please please pick up your shit. i don't care about any other animals, even if i hafta like nafta 2 point zero step in it. animals poop; humans shit, that's the difference as i see it i guess, in a single use fossil fuel bag. hey man long gone, you had the toilet paper, and a thank you have a nice day bag! why can'tcha throw the shit away! you have unmade my day, you and that arch stinker obomba.