Chicago’s Candyman and Her Short for Snuff Swaps – Chapter 10
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Scripture of the Day: Matthew 7:15-20
15 “Watch out for false prophets. They come to you in sheep’s clothing, but inwardly they are ferocious wolves.
16 By their fruit you will recognize them. Do people pick grapes from thornbushes, or figs from thistles?
17 Likewise, every good tree bears good fruit, but a bad tree bears bad fruit.
18 A good tree cannot bear bad fruit, and a bad tree cannot bear good fruit.
19 Every tree that does not bear good fruit is cut down and thrown into the fire.
20 Thus, by their fruit you will recognize them.
Gospel Song of the Day:
Secular Song of the Day:
In the previous Chapter, Chris Hook of USDOJ was afforded the opportunity to come up to speed on the murder of Helle Crafts as Stephen Harper was pissing like a little girl, see also “Oslo Al” Gore, windbag extraordinaire. Glamourboy at #24 called Whale Vagina, kindly note for the record I didn’t say Diane Finedickstein, Mary Elizabeth Harriman, Judge Jennifer McKinnon and no animals have been libeled in this run on sentence, and asked her to outlaw Chipper Shredders in all of North America as he suddenly realized why Laureen Harper kept a chainsaw in the garage, although, like Laureen, it was seldom lubricated.
If you are a CEMAW type person you may recall that, overcome by desire, Bean Spiller had selected C6 on her Pastel Siena Spelunking helmet, turned the volume down to level 3, and came off the PTRC with her ‘two’ and settled on it with her ‘four’ much like a reproductively sound Mille Fleur hen might settle on a ‘fresh clutch’ for those who know anything about reproductive species and heterosexual practices. As Chips graciously accommodated Bean Spiller who, if a race car driver would surely be in the pole position, he knew that long before 2159, 1-1-13, EVERYONE WOULD KNOW that civil unrest would be calmed by Vladimir, Petraeus and Chips especially if they understood that Sandy, Sandy Hook, Hurricane Sandy et. al., is French for Sunday as is evidenced by this 1966 classic that was playing on the evening where Agent Bean Spiller was deflowered in the back of a 1962 Oldsmobile wagon at the drive in theater in Paducah, Kentucky, capeche. I would tell you what the feature was but we never figured it out as we were takin’ care of business before the popcorn ad was over.
Glamourboy also was concerned when he heard his beard talking to Lena Trudeau about a workshop at Crawley, England (number 2 Leopold Road) and a vague reference to a Persian Lamb Coat. Agent Chips of Abel Danger Global had been in Crawley on Father’s Day, 2010, where he stayed in Room 420, Arora International Hotel, and had met with an Iranian Christian shortly after Air Afrikiyah 771 had suffered a FADEC FADEOUT. Because Agent Chips had registered as FIELD McConnell, he had told the Iranian Christian that if he were to google four items, he may unearth some items of interest if one is concerned with the Irish economy or the gagging of the FBI investigative authority. Recall that when N007HT flew from Baltimore Martin to Northstead Field insisted that the catering included Guinness instead of Grolsch because of the aristocratic snob he was hauling after the testimony against HSBC, BBA and BBC. Etienne Lenoir has some very well informed descendents unlike the nuts of Gore and Soetoro that never descended, capeche?
Oops, that didn’t work well, maybe DMORT V is tampering with my whistleblowing computer again. I would not have expected the result of FBI Transformation unless I had searched for these four terms:
Ah, that’s better. Nowthat the Division 5 gremlins have been expunged from my HARD drive,let’s get back to some riveting revelation and please note for the record I did not mention Dianne Finedickstein, Mary Elizabeth Harper or Judge Jennifer McKinnon.
Agent Chips detected an increasing volume level of Bean Spiller’s well understood moaning and presumed she was within five minutes of her ‘war whoop’ which actually sounded more like Maria Muldaur’s moaning after Chips had given her a squirt in the whiskers at 837 Frankfort Street in Huntington Beach, California which is next to the Hill Top Liquor Store just off Beach Boulevard.
It was around 4 in the morning of 5 July, 1974 when they had slipped off to the sand dunes to kick up a little dust as Chips’ roommates Wally Winslow, Tom O’Brien, Mel DeMars and Donnie Davis might have been awakened by Maria’s excessive moaning during pile driving, side oiling security debriefing in the interest of determining if Boeing could compete with the JT8D powered, straight winged Douglas YC15. Agent Chips would return to the area on 24 August, 1975 to spend a night aboard the QUEEN MARY while checking out the Douglas A4X which was to have an afterburner which is not a male STD although the BIG G does cause a stinging sensation that burns when one voids one’s bladder while squeezing the urinal handle and plumbing fixture as if that would less the pain, capeche?
He flew in the back seat of TA4J 159100,which had a rainbow tail for those with inquiring minds, and served as a safety pilot for Captain Puff O’Gara, Commander of the Training Wing 3 at NAS Chase FIELD which was a Naval Air Station a Stone’s throw from the McConnell Unit of the Texas State Prison system.
Agent Chips’ memory is so capacious that he recalls the name Joan but being a gentleman didn’t yell it out as Agent Bean Spiller’s dilator slammed shut as she launched a batch towards the PTRC to which Agent Chips, ever the gentleman, returned volley providing a ‘new home’ for some Chicken of the Sea Smoked Oysters, not to hark back to Danny Casolaro’s murder in Martinsburg, West Virginia in August of 1991. Back in 1991 Chips had adhered to the NFC date filter but as the years rolled by he became kindler and gentler, more accepting of even the mattress matrons.
Agent Bean Spiller lie there heaving after a thorough security debriefing and the timing couldn’t have been more tight as an Abel Danger knocker was sounding on the door to the Lady in Red’s closet. Chips handed Bean Spiller 13 NAPAWASHs and dimmed the light on her Clipper Cave Helmet as he admired the cave one more time before ambulating in an erect fashion to the closet door, which was green on the outside.
Chips was going to open the door when a hand written note was slid under the door. Sadly it was written in Russian. Bean Spiller had finished her Abel Danger PBPs and offered to interpret for Chips who was amazed at how she held her liquor. Bean Spiller swallowed, hard, and being reading in fluent Russian.
Чипсы ты там? То, что происходит за зеленой дверью, это звучит как Мария Muldaur кульминации или кит влагалище время gaffed по морским Trident. Впусти меня, у меня есть флэш-Фест из Казани
Chips was accessing her MI while she read and his TI was responding as any CEMAX security agent might expect. He had just located the Skene’s when Bean Spiller finished reading.
“Bean Spiller, that was great in Russia and I did understand much of it but because of the mention of Kazan please dick tate it in English this time.”
As she grabbed his ears she read again, this time in English.
“Chips are you in there? What has been going on behind the green door, it sounds like Maria Muldaur climaxing or a whale vagina being gaffed by a Marine Trident. Let me in, I have a flash festus from Kazan”
Bean Spiller let go of his ears as he needed to let Barn Swallow into the closet. Bean Spiller was happy they were not in a barn as she hated female competition.
“Chips and Bean Spiller, we are to be downstairs for a briefing from Umbrellaman and the CONUS Hammer, which I understand is either MacCheese or Rooster Cogburn. It appears that we are close to exposing the Brits behind the Smolensk ‘MitM’ event. The good news is that Marquis d’Cartier has sent out to Sorrentos for more Italian food and due to Region 5 of Abel Danger being the ‘response team’ for next 12 hours Umbrellaman has encouraged us to the ‘bottoms up’ mode for this evening’s briefing, follow me.”
Chips, Barn Swallow and Bean Spiller found seats around the AQWB27Z Omni Globe just as Marquis d’Cartier was delivering the first serving cart of drinks. As Chips was grabbing his 32 ounce CSM off the cart he saw Agent Ginger Cookie sit down across from him and give him a flash of Pastel Ginger Snap suggesting to him that perhaps some cookies needed to be frosted, dare I suggest glazed? Yes, I dare. Marquis d’Cartier dimmed the room lights as the AQWB27Z came to life with the image of Agent Mensa Max and the voice of Umbrellaman. A small, non trembling hand settled on Agent Chips’ refueling probe not quite as long as the straight probe on the TA4J Sky Hawk being flown inbound from (redacted) to (redacted).
MacCheese and Barry M. Hall in DMORT III Escort Vehicle
Chips was following Ginger Cookie of the BANGME office up the circular stairway and he noticed that her ‘target area’ was as succulent and svelte as in was in the summer of 1969 when she had a slight problem in the back of a 69 Camaro when her Cream and Maroon Cheerleader skirt flew out of a Z-28 after the Lewiston, Maine Sheriff recognized the 1940 TILLMAN’S GHOST and foolishly gave chase. For security purposes neither Ginger’s Z-28 nor Tillman’s Ghost are used in the visual hint.
Chips opened the door to Barn Swallow room however Ginger Cookie ensured it was locked, deadbolted and block by an overstuffed sofa as she prepared herself for operation stocking stuffer. As the ‘au natural’ CEMAW woman from the BANGME Office removed the Pastel Manly Mocha and saw that the TI was exceeding 122%, she thought to herself “Oh What a Night” and would have expressed it verbally had her mouth not be full.
Once the refueling probe was sufficiently prelubed Agent Ginger Cookie assumed her signature position, frisky floor show which she preferred to call SOUTHERN PLUNGE as she knew that when Agent Chips beat the Canucks in Willy Tell ’86 his F4 callsign was plunger. She remembered as he had the wooden handle and she had a supple cup, or three.
Ginger’s wrist got tired of holding her ankles so when the tempo changed from trot to gallop she put both hands on the floor as the plumbing was plunger by a pro-plummer or sorts. Agent Chips would have lost his ‘thrust’ had he been brief on upcoming Operation BLOAT exposing Bungling Lesbians’ Obama Assassination Team. Downstairs Agent MacCheese had asked Rooster Cogburn to speak regarding BLOAT, Jarrett and 13 January, 2013.
“Sorry Chips and Ginger aren’t here but family, health and libido come first as do the Dangerettes. Umbrellaman has authorized us to share this with USDOJ tonight at 2359. Marquis has placed printed copies, in Navajo, in front of each of you but I will read in English so the CIA knows that we know and everybody, including Leonard Cohen, knows. Recall Leonard is the singer in Canada, the ghoul in Virginia is Jay M. Cohen, capeche? Here come Umbrellaman’s message. “
“United States Marine Field McConnell, USMC 0116513 and Wisconsin DOJ 65229, has linked Bowman C4I radios deployed by the Honourable Artillery Company, to contract hits, allegedly arranged by Valerie Jarrett with Femme Comp’s paramilitary lesbians who appear to have given Hillary Clinton a post-Benghazi blood clot and removed Kristine Marcy from the murderous matrix exposing her to Fostercide.
McConnell invites Jarrett-Clinton community organizers in Chicago to investigate the Bowman OODA loop to see if they can identify and plug the Honourable Artillery leak.
Agent Chips would be available but he is plugging away on another project. A report from Plum City suggests that Sarah Ferguson double body double has been gaffed in the woods at the top of Pilot Knob, 2.3 miles north of US10 on Country Road S. Standby from a FLASH FESTUS from Umbrellaman”.
“All Agents in BARN SWALLOW, take cover immediately, Tango Whiskey and Dwarf overhead in the EF111 Raven have crickets and three EMP threats. They feel they defeat all, but again TAKE COVER. Lester Crown, the HAC NEGRESS and Jalerie Jarrett are going to throw the dummies under the bus prior to 21 January, 2013 if the cannot silence the Marine. Will send the all clear on Tango’s call, if it comes.”
Marquis d’Cartier pulled the main circuit breaker for the chalet electrical causing the cottage to go dark. MacCheese, Tillman, Barry M. Hall and NOTSO went to reinforce the defensive perimeter. Upstair, Agent Chips was address another perimeter, of shorts.
As the Chicago BLOATers recognized their gooses were cooked, they had no way of knowing Agent Ginger Cookie was about ready to stun the world with her reaction to the Chicago BLOATers upcoming arrests.
In an authoritative voice much like a school librarian back in the days when kids said the Pledge of Allegiance, Agent Ginger Cookie barked out “Switch, tail gunner, pile driver, finish me off with a rimshot at the buzzer” as she selected F4 on her battery powered Clipper device. Chips, the Abel Swordsman, demonstrated he was also a satisfying equestrian, given half a chance.
Ginger Cookie climaxed leading Chips my a nose, or a whisker, ladie’s choice.