ON STRIKE/FOR “PICTURE THIS” READERS ONLY

English: Open battle between striking teamster...

English: Open battle between striking teamsters armed with pipes and the police in the streets of Minneapolis, June 1934. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

AS SOME OF YOU MAY KNOW IT HAD BEEN ANNOUNCED

That A take-over was to be taken by Lucyanna.   PICTURE THIS IS NOW ON STRIKE!

As far as this,  ”Take-over” by LUCYANNA, and as far as i am concerned . . .Lucyanna can get the jack,  right out of here She is a crappy blogger as well and should only be invited in out of respect. 

Frig that . . .PICTURE THISTHE TAKE-OVER

Lucyanna shows up uninvited waking the morning to early. But she is a friend, friends are different, they are like your brother or sister or aunt whatever . . .Hey hi Lucyanna what time is it. She walked right by me and went straight for the computer turning it on. Have i got something to blog or what? She said without telling me the time. So i made a mistake, i  ignore her as she did me. I said nothing. Where as she continued on her mission.  This is shit as far as i was concerned . . .She gets to take-over again . . .Pisses me off that i don’t have a clue as to what she blogs to you, PICTURE THIS READERS.  So while i am inside myself thinking  about all her annoyances, ignoring her, she calls out, “this will take about three hours”, that’s okay  right?. You’re in bed anyway,  and i did not mean to wake-you. You must have had a rough night sleeping”.  Now . . .As i ’m getting dressed,  listening to all this lip from her, because i was,   in bed,  sleeping.   And no i went to bed late, working on some sewing.  So i thought this would be a very-good time to SPEAK.  Picture this . . .By the time i got to the area of where she was blabbing on, she is getting ready to Type a title.  I made no mistake this time.  I bellowed out these words. ” LUCYANNA, quick see this.  Come on quick”.  Make no mistake, Lucyanna jumped from her seat advancing  in a small jog toward me, where upon me,  i went straight to the computer and stood in front of it. At that point in time i thought it would be a good-time to stay quiet. She likes to talk, let her talk. She had this confused look on her face  asking me,  look at what?   Then i actually saw her thinking before she said. “Oh, it was a trick.” Well if that is what it takes to get you over there, it was a quick-trick, were on strike. Nobody get on this site, not even that shaggy old dog  at THEDOGHOUSE”. WILD CAT STRIKES

We are on strike until these so-called ‘TAKE-OVERS” that are jack-shit and about useless news, are out of here.    This webpage was created to tell stories true or false, just stories  to creat pictures in your heads allowing people to see that many different scenarios can take place at any given time.  As i gave my ACT OF RITES to claim the STRIKE speech to Lucyanna, she  just paced back and forth listing to me BLAB . . .So she said.    Then she came to me and said . . .PICTURE THIS. You are a sleep and someone enters your home to sit and type all day long.  What? And they don’t say hi to you even . . .What are you going to do? Trick them?  Well with LUCYANNA the safest thing to do is to trick her, she never gets mad when you trick her. But about this person who just entered your home? Should you trick them? What if it was burglar? How would you trick that? Picture this. You wake-up to someone on the computer, a stranger, you need to think real fast before he catches you, awake. [One never knows what a stranger will do to you in your own home]. So you being the fast thinker that you are, that you do that you did.  You take your chances and call out in a tired garbled sleepy voice. ” Not again, will you shut that door”. Then damn . . .it turns out that was a BIG MISTAKE!.  This stranger, did not know you were in the house and now it does.  But before it reaches your room, you climbed out the window and fall to the ground below on your face.   As you look upward your eyes caught hold of a Large Sign reading ON STRIKE. And as you are reading this post you are understanding  how a stranger would be in your house. Because of the sign in the front yard,  the place looked vacated and was broken into. But you are smart and you take the sign down and you go back in swinging the on strike like a baseball bat. You say. “Your not taking over this place buddy old boy, get out of my house. get off my computer, get out before i help you out.  Yippee . . .You did it, you got rid of the “Take-Over”  Striking with the ON STRIKE sign.

STRANGER IN THE HOUSE

Anyway you can just imagine the thinking going through my head as i read, QUESTIONS NEEDING ANSWERS WORDPRESS.COM . . . I laughed  at some of her write-up’s, some did make sence,  but blah big deal . . .It is more fun to picture things in your mind, pictures are harmless only for the fact that they are made up in one’s mind. Unless of course you happen to be one of those people who somehow allow their picture this shit,  to be harmful,  as you play act out your mental images on others.   They call these people names like

Mentally ill. insane, phyco’s, demented, sick, killers.  Yeah?

The Mind Readers

The Mind Readers (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Picture this . . .Hey LUCYANNA come meet my demented friend, don’t worry she is insane, just act insane too and you should be fine, enjoy the day . . .I will be back later. Oh and you better stay off the compter . . .You don’t want your back to her, almost ever,  really. If you can get to the cupboard before she gets to you . . .There is a bottle of pills she is to be taking,  one every hour . . .Just to be on the safe side. Tonight then.  Yeah?  Well  that will teach Lucyanna about her thinking she is Taking-over PICTURE THIS> fat chance, I will even go as far as to GROW A MOLD PILE.  Musty old mold. She will not be anywhere,  she can smell even a hint,  of mold.

Mold is Very unsafe to breath, as the matter of face there is many different types of mold that will grow in your home. Mold with spores is what is bad for you as it latches onto your nose hairs and slowly gets sucked into your lungs and so on and so forth and then you are a walking talking Mold-spore musty smelling stranger sitting at the ON STRIKE site for Picture this readers only, thinking you are going to take-over. Picture this is off strike and Lucyanna can go blow her horn and fall a sleep and lose all her sheep for all i care. INVITES ONLY! The new sign. MOUNDS OF MOLD

 

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ON STRIKE

ON STRIKE-QUIT

  1. Quit everything
  2. Quit something
  3. Quit

So now what . . .What will you do

  1. Start something
  2. Sit around
  3. Sulk

What . . .What will you do.  What did you quit. What happens now depends what you quit and to what extent did you quit.

  1. Totally everything
  2. Life
  3. Certain things

Should you still want to do certain things and did not quit everything then you always have something to fall on.  Should you quit it all then you pretend you have nothing left. When in actual fact you have. Everything!

Indeed you have it all . . .You just do not want to do anymore. So then you can always remain you. ON STRIKE.  Doing something you always wanted to do and have a blast doing it knowing it is you quitting.

  1. On yourself
  2. On others
  3. On you

I wish i had something, anything i could go on strike for. But there is nothing.

Oh wait a minute . . .I can go ON STRIKE and stop doing everyone’s cleaning. They can all lick their own ass. Butt. or something there like that. I want to be me. I’ll show them who is going on strike.

PICTURE THIS

What if i was the best ass licker in town, everyone came to get their ass licked and were proud of it. Even the mayor put up banners around town, proud to have the most favored town containing the greatest ass licker world-wide.

Of course this would bring in people from all over the GLOBE bringing in riches keeping the towns people content then i QUIT! I GO ON STRIKE! Plaster signs across the border and in markets.

ON STRIKE NO MORE ASS LICKING

Now everyone is wondering what the hell i’m going to do, following me around town waiting and watching in anticipation as to what’s going to happen now? No more ass licking . . .What the crap ass is that.

Well i’ve been ass licking for so long i don’t know what to do. Poo on you. Sooner or later i went missing and found myself listening to way deep in the JUNGLE where you can hear the cry of the Pisona bird, [pisona pisona pisona]. Now i just do what i want which is not having to ass lick.

Glad i went on strike