You know about innards? The trick they play on tramps in the country? They stuff an old wallet with putrid chicken innards. Well, take it from me, a man is just like that, except that he's fatter and hungrier and can move around, and inside there's a dream.
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After meeting with Louisiana officials last week, Rev. Jesse Jackson said, quote, 'Many black people feel that their race, their property conditions and their voting patterns have been a factor in the response.' He continued, quote, 'I'm not saying that myself.' Then I'll say it. If the majority of the hardest hit victims of Hurricane Katrina in New Orleans were white people, they would not have gone for days without food and water, forcing many to steal for mere survival. Their bodies would not have been left to float in putrid water. They would have been rescued and relocated a hell of a lot faster than this. Period. I mean, reporters and crews are getting to stranded people, and government and military agencies can't Why don't the networks run FEMA When I saw pictures of black people taking things from stores, my first thought was 'How are those Nikes necessary for your survival' And then it hit me People need shoes and clothing. Some escaped the floods with just the clothing on their backs. We have American citizens, not 'refugees' from an underdeveloped country, waiting for food, water, shelter, and electricity for four, five, six days.
We have buried the putrid corpse of liberty.
They all in general had putrid gums, the spots and lassitude, with weakness of their knees.
I've never seen anything like this in my life. The smell was putrid. And when the wind blew, you couldn't escape it.
There's so much truly putrid advertising out there it's embarrassing. But not all advertising is bad. Some of it is really quite mediocre.
The smell is putrid. It's like we're living in the middle of a cesspool.
My personality is Nick Price, but my game is not Nick Price. I hit it long, and I hit good irons, but my short game is putrid. It's putrid. But it's getting better.
I'd just go into a room in my memory and just look around and start seeing things that I'd forgotten, like the alphabet on the blackboard in Irish, which we had to chant every day for months and months and months. I remember the Gaelic script and things like that. And this awful, putrid lavatory that we used outside.