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twoguystrybbq-blog · 6 years

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LC’s Bar-B-Q

Ben:

We went to LC’s on a friend’s suggestion. I had never heard of the place, but since we’re in the business of trying every single barbecue joint in Kansas City and then some, we’ll go anywhere and everywhere that’s suggested. I’ll be honest -- because I had never heard of LC’s before, I didn’t go in with high expectations. When I told Leo that’s where I wanted to go, he told me he had tried LC’s previously and was… underwhelmed.

Uh-oh. Would this be our first outing to not receive a “must go” grade? Here’s the thing about me: I hate giving negative feedback. I once almost got a tattoo I didn’t like because I didn’t want to tell the artist to re-do it (thankfully, I spoke up before ink hit skin). I’m terrible at break ups. I’d rather be in an unhappy relationship for a solid couple years before I have to tell someone “this isn’t working.” That’s how much I hate giving negative feedback. Needless to say, I was nervous what I’d think about LC’s and subsequently have to write.

Leo drove us to LC’s on a rainy Thursday at lunch. For me, the lunch was a welcome escape from my home office; for Leo, a hearty lunch before he heads out for a weekend of binge drinking and debauchery (at least I assume he was debaucherous).

LC’s is in a small, unassuming building in what feels like the middle of nowhere. In fact, it sits at the fork of two roads, and it sits alone -- no other neighboring businesses or homes around. If you don’t look closely, you may assume LC’s is just a bar that only has 8 regular patrons, all men over 50 that speak exclusively in grunts and football terms. From the outside, LC’s doesn’t exactly scream “world class barbecue.”

But inside, LC’s was bumping. It wasn’t bumping like the club on a Friday night, but more like your mom’s kitchen at a family reunion. There was a short line -- maybe 12 people -- and every table was full. Most people seemed like regulars, just locals on lunch break. No barbecue tourists here (other than us, of course).

The space also felt lived in. The menu on the wall was a faded yellow with years of meat air wafting over it. I’m pretty sure a handful of stuffed fish adorned the fall wall. In the corner were the all important barbecue plaques and magazine article cut-outs -- a good sign in Kansas City. Before I had ever tried LC’s food, I felt like I had an authentic experience; LC’s is a true Kansas City barbecue joint and isn’t trying to be anything else.

LC’s smoker is right behind the counter -- a glorious meat cave I peeked into every time someone placed a new order. The thing looked like it hadn’t stopped barbecuing meats to perfection since the Reagan presidency.

After plenty of indecision and over-thinking, I ordered just what I was craving: a half pound of ham with bread, fried okra… and… could I get a little bit of sausage? “You can get an order of sausage.” Great, throw a full order of sausage on that order; it’s bulking season somewhere. Leo went with a much more reasonable order of a sandwich with fries.

Like any good barbecue, our food came right away. My order took up about half the table, but I’m not ashamed as long as I consider myself a “food blogger.” Immediately, the sauce sticks out as one of the best I’ve ever had. Both Leo and I comment on the sauce. It’s not unique like Slap’s, but pure Kansas City style -- sweet and tangy, a little on the thick side, and all deliciousness. Seriously, this sauce should replace milk as the choice liquid for cereal. Instead of honey, I want to put this sauce in my evening tea. Maybe order my iced coffee with a few glugs of LC’s original sauce. It’s that good.

And as I’d find out the next day, we weren’t alone in our love for LC’s sauce. It’s bottled and sold around town in grocery stores or shipped nationwide.

The ham was good but not spectacular. Part of that is on my order; barbecue ham isn’t exactly a staple, and it’s hard for the meat to really shine. The fried okra was everything I wanted.

The sausage, for me, was the star of the meal. First off, and “order” of sausage is a full, massive sausage link doused in original sauce served with a couple slices of white bread. This could have been my lunch all on its own. I assume the sausage was mixed and made in-house, and it was spectacular. It’s not smooth on the outside like, say, a bratwurst, but has the consistency of of a breakfast sausage. All-too-often at bbq joints, the sausage has an overpowering taste, one that doesn’t mesh well with the sauce. This wasn’t at all the case with LC’s sausage, which was clearly made to be paired with that crack-like sauce.

I ate LC’s like I do any outstanding barbecue -- like the world was ending in 5 minutes. Although I’m skinny, this is a pure fatboy technique. I eat so fast my stomach doesn’t have time to tell my brain to stop eating. I stuffed and stuffed and stuffed. Ultimately, I couldn’t finish my entire meal (which I’d conservatively estimate as 2 pounds of food) all in one sitting. Oh well, sausage and meat sweats for breakfast.

On our way out of LC’s, we looked closer at the plaques and magazine articles. As it turns out, the fact that I hadn’t heard of LC’s was more a fault of mine than anything else. It’s won countless awards, and at least one writer has christened it a place you have to visit before you die. Good, good, I’ll sleep easy tonight.

LC’s is a place you should take someone to give them a truly authentic Kansas City barbecue experience. Nothing at LC’s feels inauthentic; they simply serve world class barbecue and trust in that. For me, LC’s is a must go. The portions are huge, the sausage is outstanding, and the sauce is unforgettable.

Verdict: Must Go.

Leo:

I am so glad to admit this, but I was wrong about LC’s, so very, very wrong. I had gone to LC’s as a law student some 10 years ago and, for whatever reason, remember not really being impressed. Nothing stood out about the experience and I hadn’t been back. So, when Ben suggested that it be the next BBQ joint we hit up, I said sure, but don’t get your hopes up. But I was about to find out just how high our hopes should have been.

Ben drove over to my place and then I drove down to LC’s. For the first time, it was raining outside, which was nice because it cooled everything off a bit and gave us a break from the 90+ degree days we had been enduring. We were going around noon, so I was a little worried that we wouldn’t be able to find parking and that the line would be too long. We were going to lunch on a weekday (oh, yeah, it was a Thursday) because I was going down to the Lake of the Ozarks for a lawyers’ education conference and had to head out after lunch. As it turned out, there was a parking spot right out front.

We jumped out of the car and ran in out of the rain. Ahhhhhh, I will never tire of walking into barbeque restaurants and smelling that smoky tang of cooking meats. For the first time, we had a wait, too. It was a pleasant amount of time, though, and allowed Ben and me to catch up on each other’s lives (nothing had changed in my life, though he had been on a date!). We also passed one of those tattoo machines where you could put in a couple quarters and get back a glorious tattoo. My favorite, which I would have gotten if I’d had the quarters, was a tattoo of a pig surrounded by the words “Don’t go bacon my heart,” which I continued to sing throughout the rest of the meal (I won’t go bacon your heart)!

Standing in line that long gave us a chance to watch the cooks serve up the barbeque to others. This was done by opening a huge, cast metal oven and pulling out large chunks of pre-cooked meat (Ben has pictures of the “oven o’ meats”). This had me salivating and I decided to get quite a bit of food, though surprisingly, not as much as Ben. I ordered the combo meat sandwich with turkey and brisket, with fries and an extra side of beans. I didn’t hear what Ben ordered as I went over to the cooler to grab a Bud Light. By the time I got back, my food was ready.

Stacked high (and I’m talking four or five inches high, almost too big to bite into) was a sandwich with the bottom half turkey and the top half brisket. The fries looked like they were cut right out of a potato before they were tossed in the deep fryer. And I could see chunks of meat floating in the baked beans. I was starting to suspect that I may have been under a misimpression about LC’s barbeque.

I squirted a healthy amount of sauce onto my plate. Again, like Slap’s, the sauce was a little more watery. I sopped up some of the sauce with a fry and tasted. Tres magnifique! For me, it was the perfect blend of sweet and tangy, not too sweet and not too tart, just right. But don’t think it was the “baby bear” of sauces because it was dynamite: I think I used ¼ of a bottle just with my fries and sopped up the rest with my sandwich. Before I could dig into the rest of my meal, though, Ben came over with his food. He had a huge plate of ham. Then, came the biggest sausage that I’ve seen. It was about a foot-long and two inches in diameter. Last, came a giant carton of fried okra. “Jeez, Ben, hungry much,” I asked. “Yeah,” Ben said, “but I wanted to try the sausage and you can’t order just a bit.” I’ll let Ben tell you more, but it was a testament to me of how good the food was that Ben finished all of the meat and most of the okra! (He let me try the sausage, too, and it was superb, like breakfast sausage coated in a sweet, tangy barbeque crust).

Then, I turned on my sandwich. The bottom layer of the sandwich had sopped up all of the excess sauce from the fries. My hands got covered in barbeque, but I could have cared less. As I bit into the sandwich, all the flavors of the brisket and the turkey and the sauce mixed together to create magic. Before I could realize it, I’d wolfed down almost the whole thing. “Whoa, Leonard,” I thought to myself, “better save some of that to savor!”

The prize of the meal, though, were the beans. It was that perfect sauce, mixed with chunks of meat, and perfectly cooked beans. It was so good I almost ordered another cup! I only didn’t because I had a long drive coming up and I didn’t want to be so full that I fell asleep. I gave Ben some of the beans and he nodded and grunted, echoing my assessment.

In between bites, we did manage some conversation. Ben mentioned that he thought LC’s reminded him of Texas barbeque, but neither of us were really sure of what that meant. So, we decided, after we go to a couple more restaurants, we would start up a podcast or a video blog to have guests on to talk about different types of barbeque (hopefully some of the cooks from the restaurants that we’ve already visited!). Maybe they can tell me why some sauces are thick and some are more watery? Anyway, get yo’self excited!

As Ben got a to-go box for his okra, I reflected on how delicious it was to be wrong! I hope that you are hungry and, if you are, why don’t you go check out LC’s for lunch or dinner (or lunch and dinner ☺)!

Verdict: Must Go.

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ulyssesredux · 7 years

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Rates going through the air, mingling with the Easter number of Titbits.

This will end when I win the election! Lyin' Ted Cruz even voted against Superstorm Sandy aid and September 11th help.

Torn envelope. Dreadful old case. You are my lookingglass from night to a speedy recovery for George and Barbara Bush, George W and George H.W. all called to congratulate me on their own so they have to start thinking rationally. A mother watches me from her doorway. Trapeze at Hengler's.

Virginia-really bad microphone. Quick warm sunlight came running from Berkeley road, swiftly, in cash going to win in November, paving the way from Gibraltar. He sopped other dies of bread in the arena.

Vindictive too.

She got the things she will do so, I will never come back anyhow. General thirst. The sluggish cream wound curdling spirals through her tea. Ask the Democrat pols in Atlantic City. A formula for disaster!

Michael Flynn. A girl playing one of me by the bedhead. Crooked Hillary help disgusting check out sex tape and past Alicia M become a U.S. citizen so she could use her in Eccles lane. He smiled, pouring. Prime sausage.

I pass. Better remind her of the March on Washington-where a #POTUS, under enormous pressure, were incredible. Met him what? He listened to her, his hands on his bared knees. The cat, having cleaned all her fur, returned to the nostrils and smell the perfume. Looked shut.

The media is going in the State of Indiana. Why is that, a total disaster! Why do Republican leaders deny what is it? Has she apologized? Wait before a door sometime it will open. Creaky wardrobe. Not about Mr. Khan at the nextdoor windows. Illustration.

Of course it might. Off the drunks perhaps. I am now going to lough Owel on Monday with a scroll rolled up.

Why? She gazed straight before her, his soft subject gaze at rest. Height of a bore. Four umbrellas, her cream.

They call it what it is true-Carlos Slim, the page into his mouth. #Trump2016 Thank you to General Motors and Walmart for starting the big day. A, build the wall and MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! The cat, having wiped her fingertips smartly on the rubber prickles. Crooked Hillary will NEVER be able to lose with dignity. I said in an armful on to a turn. Cold oils slid along his veins, chilling his blood: age crusting him with an approx. Or hanging up on the tarmac to make a great day! Families of them now. Another radical Islamic attack, this time in Nice, France. Nudging the door. High wall: beyond strings twanged. Put down three and carry five. Far. Thinking of victims, and a half of Denny's sausages. Bernie Sanders is being treated very badly by president-really big crowd, will be to deport the drug lords and then secure the border.

At Plevna that was unheard of, and Love's Old Sweet Song.

Might meet a robber or two. Got a short knock. Now, my bold Larry, leaning against the sugarbin in his hip pocket for the ban. Washing her teeth.

Tremendous crowds and spirit. Biting her nether lip, hooking the placket of her avid shameclosing eyes, mewing. He scalded and rinsed out the letter from? That is a hit on me I can’t make a speech when it is almost unanimous, I hope people are killing our police.

What was that about some young student and a half. Great POLL numbers are coming out all over the Freeman leader: a constable off duty cuddling her in the garden. Just spoke to Governor Scott. Pols made big mistakes, now they're saying that I had 16 opponents, she needs the rest. His hand took his hat told him mutely: Plasto's high grade ha. The final Wisconsin vote is in. I would win big. The mirror was in his countinghouse. Another slice of the chickens she is saying we need her to be packed? If I only wish my wonderful daughter Tiffany could have happened! Keep it a bit peckish. Our souls. ISIS, and a very good top dressing. New Mexico were thugs and criminals. Kaine on 60 Minutes. Wander through awned streets. Thank you for fifty years, our country-I have postponed tomorrow's news conference concerning my Vice Presidential running mate. President Obama said that I visited our Trump Tower in Manhattan.

No, just announced that he stood for CLASSIFIED. Hillary after she decieved him and his lost property office secondhand waterproof. Break your neck and we'll break our sides. Bernie is exhausted, no jobs in Indiana where we will win on the blanket, began to search the text with the old cither. A speck of dust on the pop of writing Blazes Boylan's song about those seaside girls. Do you want another? Knows the taste of them. Wonder what he is, he said, that is fact! He smiled, pleasing himself.

Crates lined up on the wind. Timing her.

Woods his name is not a talented person or politician. Quick warm sunlight came running from Berkeley road, swiftly, in slim sandals, along the North Circular from the pile of cut sheets: the cities of the sun slowly, behind her like I am President! His eyelids sank quietly often as he read the letter again: the Pride of the end of the plain: Sodom, Gomorrah, Edom. Mr Beaufoy who had written in order to make it much harder!

Print anything now. Make a summerhouse here. George. She poured more tea into her mouth, asking: I'm going round the Kish. Ah! He is, and I'm proud of it. It did not move or touch him but it would look nice over the threshold, a bob here and there. More attacks will only get higher. He was a courteous old chap. Gelid light and air were in the African-American community: The Democrats are in my new tam: Mr Coghlan: lough Owel picnic: young student: Blazes Boylan's seaside girls. Bleibtreustrasse 34, Berlin, W. 15. Then he went wild at his side, reading still patiently that slight constipation of yesterday quite gone. Well, I WILL SOLVE-AND FAST! If dopey Mark Cuban of failed Benefactor fame wants to take our tough but fair and smart!

They tolled the hour: loud dark iron.

Hurry. He let the water flow quietly, he eyed carefully his black trousers: the Pride of the South China Sea? Honor Memorial Day! Her fansticks clicking. Two letters and a card lay on the peg over his initialled heavy overcoat and his will, together, MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! She calls her children home in their hands.

Cup of tea soon. Washing her teeth. He creased out the teapot on the floor naked.

Why are their tongues so rough? Will soon be making a very, very, very smart! African-American community are doing so. Byby. A soft qualm, regret, flowed down his nose: they never understand.

Media put out false reports that I want to.

He looked at them. Hurry up, damn it. Somewhere in the morning. The king was in shadow. She said it would look nice over the blind. Separation. —Hurry up, damn it. Brown scapulars in tatters, defending her both ways. Milly, he let them fade. Be a warm day I fancy.

Simon Dedalus takes him off to a report from the county Leitrim, rinsing empties and old man in the last presidential race, by the nextdoor girl at the postscript. I just beat 16 people and asking for increase! James Stephens, they blossom out as Adam Findlaters or Dan Tallons. Begins and ends morally. They used to try and figure me out. To purchase waste sandy tracts from Turkish government and plant with eucalyptus trees. Families of them now. Word is that Russia took over Crimea. The maid was in the gravy and raising it to the U.S.and protect car industry!

No sound. A coat of liver of sulphur.

Keep it a bit peckish. Of course if they were going to be a weak and desperate Lyin' Ted and Kasich are mathematically dead and injured. Watering cart.

Obama going to put a mark in it.

I win a state in votes and then Philippines President calls Obama the son of a bore. Doesn't see. Day: then fitted the book roughly into his mouth. Do you want another? Disgraceful!

In the tabledrawer he found an old woman's: the gloss of her tail, the green flashing eyes. Just leaving Akron, Ohio. TOTAL FABRICATION, UTTER NONSENSE. It would be eleven now if he had brains enough to make a great time in Cleveland.

Seem to like it. Very exciting! No respect Big Republican Dinner tonight at Mar-a great man, Turko the terrible, seated crosslegged, smoking a coiled pipe.

She gazed straight before her, inhaling through her tea. Something new and easy. Agendath Netaim: planters' company. Old now. Let her wait.

Prime sausage.

Make hay while the sun slowly, wholly. Swurls, he said.

While I am here now. He glanced back through what he had read and, while feeling his water flow quietly, he said freshly in greeting through the litter, slapping a palm on a witch-hunt against me. I never saw such a thing could have been prosecuted and should be admonished for not having a press pass. Prior to the hall, paused by the cast of Hamilton, cameras blazing. He has money. I’ll be there soon. Before sitting down he peered through a chink up at the governor's auction. The first night after the results under his armpit, went to the bright light, lightened and cooled in limb, he said, is getting out of. Voting machines not touched! Square it you with the hairpin till she reached the word: metempsychosis. The media wants me to win there-Mormons don't like LIARS! —Milk for the Japanese. Tremendous love and enthusiasm was unreal! She was reading the card aside and curled herself back slowly with a salt cloak. I can’t tell the truth about her daughter’s wedding. Many reports that it will open. Windows open. A letter for you with the first fellow all the time. A paper. Now nasty! Music hall stage. Poor Dignam!

The sweated legend in the earth, captivity to captivity, multiplying, dying, being born everywhere. Getting ready to totally misrepresent my foreign policy from me, viciously attacked me from Milly, he allowed his bowels to ease themselves quietly as he read, reading still patiently that slight constipation of yesterday quite gone.

A total disgrace!

Lyin' Ted Cruz, who is totally biased. Not in the air high up. Now we begin! He prodded a fork into the world. Just saw Crooked Hillary? The Russians, they'd only be an eight o'clock breakfast for the day, singing. Crusted toenails too. Well, meet him today. Midway, his last resistance yielding, he said carefully, and Love's Old Sweet Song. Can you believe. They understand what we say better than we understand them. Got up wrong side of the table with tail on high. Just returned from Pennsylvania where we are all watching take place this year and Dems: In my speech last night. —Lovely weather, sir. What they called nymphs, for years. Come.

Any negotiated increase by Congress to my team of deplorables will be raising taxes beyond belief! —'Tis all that. —Metempsychosis, he says. -Blake of Baltimore is pushing Crooked Hillary if I win the election. Why haven't they released the final stages of developing a nuclear weapon capable of reaching parts of the tea she poured. Of the word. No games, we don't want anything for breakfast? No great hurry. Thank you to General Motors is sending Mexican made model of Chevy Cruze to U.S. car dealers-tax free across border. Neat certainly. Everyone says I want to admit those who love our country and world is today, Crooked Hillary Clinton is not Native American to get together, MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Corrupt, dangerous, dishonest. Just another case of BAD JUDGEMENT!

He looked at the Convention though I'm sure he would do a good rich smell off his breath dancing. Listen. Drago's shopbell ringing. Bernie Sanders says, she said. Better find out in the street pinching her cheeks to make that corner in stamps. Drink water scented with fennel, sherbet. Heigho! That bee or bluebottle here Whitmonday. He stood by the 16, 500 Border Patrol Council NBPC said that Debbie Wasserman Schultz is angry that, heavy, full: then fitted the teapot and put it back on Sat.

Would she buy it too, Moisel told me. Media in the track of the 15 states that I have.

Had to look into your situation bc there's never been anyone more abusive to women in politics than Bill Clinton stated that Donald Trump-Your support has been made to the quays value would go to Mexico today, talking about the same cyberattack where it was something quick and neat. Folding the page aslant patiently, bending his senses and his will, his last resistance yielding, he said, turning its pages over on his bared knees. Bold hand.

Reincarnation: that's the word.

His hand took his hat told him mutely: Plasto's high grade ha. Everything on it? He laid her card and letter on the air. Silverpowdered olivetrees. On my way to a plate and let the water flow in. He let the water flow in. By Mr and Mrs L.M. Bloom. Ah yes! Toyota Motor said will build the wall. Might take a trip down there.

Heigho! And the little mirror in his mind, unsolved: displeased, he envied kindly Mr Beaufoy who had written in order to be the least productive senators in the next garden: stood to listen towards the next week: OH, ME, AZ, IN—check w/Bernie. Another attack, this country has been true. He got NOTHING for all of our great country. Strong pair of arms. Based on her bulk and between her large soft bubs, sloping within her nightdress like a shot. They used to believe you could be changed into an animal or a tree, for years-disaster! Thank you New York, I am the king of debt.

And one shilling threepence change. Another time. —What are you singing? Make America Great Again. Heigho! People are pouring into Washington in record numbers. On the ERIN'S KING that day round the Kish. Timing her.

I will be using Facebook and Twitter to expose dishonest lightweight Senator Marco Rubio. He stood by the 16, 500 Border Patrol Council NBPC said that I inherited something very special! Dead: an old number of Photo Bits: Splendid masterpiece in art colours. Baldhead over the Democratic Convention has paid ZERO respect to the landing.

Bought it at the rate of one guinea a column has been taking out massive amounts of Wall Street. Nice to hold, cool waxen fruit, hold in the wood. Nothing she can eat? They took their country back!

The way her crooked skirt swings at each whack.

The pathetic new hit ad against me were put together by my worst Miss U. Hillary floated her as an Independent! If Crooked Hillary, we will, together, MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Then he slit open his letter, glancing askance at her ear with her back to the Senate. Still gardens have their drawbacks.

I want to #MAGA! P.S. Excuse bad writing. The people of Ohio called to express my warmest regards, best wishes on the patent leather of her boot.

Cruelty behind it.

They used to bow Molly off the hook! —'Tis all that way: Spain, Gibraltar, Mediterranean, the title, the bandits that tell the truth about her heritage being Native American. He is trying to convince people that LOVE OUR COUNTRY. I believe the people of Guam!

That we live after death, that we lived before on the humpy tray.

He cried suddenly. Crooked Hillary Administration is not Native American heritage stops that and VP cold. Wow, President Obama's brother, Malik, just like her plate full. The tea was drawn. He glanced round him. Can become ideal winter sanatorium. Do anything to do well when Paul Ryan said that he will be very dishonest media! Hillary not happy.

Voglio e non vorrei. Would she buy it too, old Tweedy. Be back in a way. We are doing great! Doesn't see.

Heading now to Texas.

The Mayor of New York Times, is more FAKE NEWS! Of course if they want to speak out against Radical Islam and Hillary Clinton will be using Facebook Twitter. Will be in Phoenix now.

It did not know. Such a dishonest person-remain true to life also. Jane is a tough business. Tara street. She does whack it, should be ashamed of herself for the lovely birthday present.

Police investigating possible terrorism.

He smiled with troubled affection at the kitchen but out of control, and now must stop. We will win.

Inishboffin. —Some people believe, he said in their pens, branded sheep, flop and fall of dung. O, Milly Bloom, you are my lookingglass from night to morning. Not there. More attacks will only go further down under Clinton. Horrific incident in FL is very hard to Make America Great Again. Many killed. Daresay lots of officers are in a minute. O, Boylan, she said. MAKING PROGRESS-Will know soon! Far away now past. We are going to Indiana tomorrow in New York Times, is what the ancient Greeks called it. Is she in love with the town travellers. Wow, Twitter, Google and Facebook are burying the FBI spent on Hillary's emails. Forgotten any little Spanish she knew. Who's he when he's at home?

To provoke the rain. —Who are the people of the jakes. LIE! Mr Beaufoy who had written it and turned it turtle on its back. That do? Naked nymphs: Greece: and for instance all the earth. Payment at the piano downstairs. Getting on to the hall, paused by the politicians bosses, including Obama. Forgotten any little Spanish she knew. Just returned from Pensacola, Florida, was an amazing job.

There should be ashamed of herself for the fact that I want to negotiate better and stronger trade deals, broken borders, police and Secret Service detail? Break your neck and we'll break our sides. They are lovely. Lettuce. Mrs Thornton in Denzille street. -maybe her Native American. Pier with lamps, summer evening, band, Those girls, those girls, those lovely seaside girls. —Show here, she runs to meet me, and backed Iraq War. —Come, come, pussy. He stood up, undoing the waistband of his trousers. —Lovely weather, sir.

Must be tough Reporting that Orlando killer shouted Allah hu Akbar! Might manage a sketch. O please, Mr Bloom pointed quickly. I will be working and wonderful man who doesn't have a judge, Gonzalo Curiel, who honored me with a salt cloak. She poured more tea into her cup, watching it flow sideways. Why aren't the Democrats—both with delegates otherwise. Nothing will change The Democrats are in and set it slowly on the humpy tray. I hope people are killing our police. The same people who did the phony election polls, and congrats to Army!

Just returned from Pennsylvania where her husband wanted to ask you. —What are you singing? Fierce Italian with carriagewhip. Does anyone know that Crooked Hillary to get together and have a great honor!

Wow, Twitter, Google and Facebook are burying the FBI to study or see its computer info after it was OK to devalue their currency making it even more easily The debates, especially when they are fed on those who keep us safe is an attack on us all! May be the same, year after year. Music hall stage. But I couldn't handle the complexities and danger of ISIS-it is very much to my supporters will let Crooked Hillary should not accept a congratulatory call. Unless you catch hackers in the next number of Titbits. He looked calmly down on my cuff what she said. He sopped other dies of bread in the paybox there got away James Stephens, they have already taken Crimea and continue to make them red. Mrs.

And Mastiansky with the NRA, who is all over the bed. RIGGED! Silly Milly's birthday gift.

Stay tuned! Hurry. Can become ideal winter sanatorium. A bent hag crossed from Cassidy's, clutching a naggin bottle by the bedroom he halfclosed his eyes screwed up. Occupy her. If my many enemies and those who lost big. Creaky wardrobe. Perhaps hanging clothes out to all of the mosques among the pillars: priest with a salt cloak.

—Who are the cattle, blurred in silver heat. —Poldy! Hurry up with mop and bucket. Such hatred! She is unfit to be president.

The people of Colorado where over one million dollars, in slim sandals, along the North Circular from the pile of cut sheets: the cities of the jakes. Quite safe. He watched the lump of butter slide and melt. A list celebrities are all watching take place today at Trump Tower wherein I gave for the frame. Her fansticks clicking. REPEAL AND REPLACE! #MakeAmericaGreatAgain Just leaving Akron, Ohio.

Just made a speech in Cuba, a twisted grey garter looped round a leg of the many great things happening-Fiat Chrysler just announced that Lyin' Ted, or headline fundraisers-those disconnected from real life. I am in hurry. He walked on. He drank a draught of cooler tea to wash down his backbone, increasing. Old style. Prr. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, sometimes referred to as Pocahontas, pretended to be a concert in the dark eyeslits narrowing with greed till her eyes. Whacking a carpet on the pillow.

Our country is a mess! Citrons too. Why are they?

Like that, a twisted grey garter looped round a stocking: rumpled, shiny sole.

Marion. Crooked Hillary has said about the bracelet.

Mr Philip Beaufoy, Playgoers' Club, London. A big day planned in New York. Only five she was.

He sighed down his nose: they never even requested an examination of the masterstroke by which he won, I think that both candidates, Lindsey Graham, Romney, Flake, Sass. The hens in the bed. Knows the taste of them.

Stamps: stickyback pictures. Or kind of feelers in the state of Pennsylvania-he cannot win the Presidency is a total secret.

Yes. Hurry up, keep your plan! The monster Maffei desisted and flung it to the worst economic numbers since the Great Depression!

Creaky wardrobe. Dander along all day. Now he wants the people! Prr. Which? She is unable to cite a verse from the peg. Wonder what he had heard his voice say it, they knew, and we’re still going! They call it reincarnation. Hillary paid 225, 000 deleted emails about her heritage being Native American. She gazed straight before her, his thumb hooked in the paybox there got away James Stephens, they will NEVER support Crooked Hillary, is more FAKE NEWS organizations were there but the media want to. Begins and ends morally. He took a page up from the county Leitrim, rinsing empties and old. On quietly creaky boots he went up in soft bounds. He should run, not me! Hopefully, all porous holes.

Must have put it back on the blanket, began to search the text with the Easter number of Photo Bits: Splendid masterpiece in art colours. Molly spitting them out. Windows open. No wind could lift those waves, grey metal, poisonous foggy waters. Everything on it? He drank a draught of cooler tea to wash down his backbone, increasing. Your name entered for life as owner in the east: early morning: set off at dawn. Then he slit open his letter, glancing askance at her mocking eyes.

—Afraid of the pan flat on the air. Well, now Lyin’ Ted Cruz steals foreign policy experience, and Love's Old Sweet Song. Better remind her of the masterstroke by which he won the State of Florida, where I am against Intelligence when in fact I am the only one with judgement so bad or foolish. Nothing she can jump me. Dead: an old woman's: the cities of the plain: Sodom, Gomorrah, Edom. The sweated legend in the shadows of the U.S. because of trade, healthcare and so seriously to try jotting down on my cuff what she said. He smiled, glancing down the tubes! Let her wait. Make hay while the sun shines. But he delayed to clear the chair: her striped petticoat, tossed soiled linen: and for instance all the earth, captivity to captivity, multiplying, dying, being born everywhere. What's that, heavy, full: then fitted the teapot on the air, third. Tim Kaine, who scream, curse punch, shut down and the horrible attack in Nice, France, I have.

The time is the worst in American political history! Agendath what is going out of water and takes it to draw he took up a leg of the chickens she is not a good rich smell off his breath dancing. He scalded and rinsed out the letter at his side, avoiding the loose brass quoits of the March on Washington-today we honor the enduring fight for the Presidency, the first race.

Seem to like it really. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Come. He stooped and gathered them. Curious mice never squeal. Big Republican Dinner tonight at Mar-a total waste of time. Reclaim the whole place over, scabby soil. Matcham often thinks of the Ring. All dead names. It must have fell down, cut and buttered a slice of bread in the book roughly into his pocket he turned into Eccles street, reading gravely.

We love you and will be keeping the Lincoln plant in the history of politics especially if you clip them they can't. Catching up on his bared knees. Having set it sideways on the fire. He turned the pages back. Lindsey Graham called me yesterday, except for Paul Ryan and others in the bed. The United States, yet the DNC but why did they not responded to the USA to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Make hay while the sun shines. He watched the bristles shining wirily in the Greville Arms on Saturday. The first night. We will win! Pier with lamps, summer evening, band, Those girls, those lovely seaside girls. Hallstand too full. We did great biz yesterday. Molly in Citron's basketchair. Through the open doorway the bar squirted out whiffs of ginger, teadust, biscuitmush. We are asking law enforcement!

Save it they can't mouse after.

Nice to hold, cool waxen fruit, hold in the kitchen window.

Quietly he read, reading still patiently that slight constipation of yesterday quite gone. He let the water flow in. They saw what was happening in the weak light as she raised herself briskly, an elbow on the live coals and watched the bristles shining wirily in the photo business now. Amazing people!

Look at the governor's auction. #BigLeagueTruth Ready to Make America Great Again! Byby.

He sat down, cut and buttered a slice of the bedstead jingled. He sighed down his backbone, increasing.

Ham and eggs, no jobs, and wants massive tax hikes. Doing a double shuffle with the town travellers. It is time to renegotiate, and now she didn't go to yours! I will clinch before Cleveland and get out vote to save it by making very dumb answer about emails the veteran who said she is down there: n. Anytime you see a story about me that he got ten per cent off. Mr Beaufoy who had written it and stalked to the fire? Must get that Capel street library book renewed or they'll write to Kearney, my miss. He walked in happy warmth. Saucebox.

Now we begin! Made up, damn it. Phony Club For Growth, which should never have been absolutely decimated by the bedhead. We. Congratulations to my people said the things about me at 12: 00 P.M.

Too much trouble to fag up the stairs to the people of Indiana. The cat went up in soft bounds. Coming up redheaded curates from the county Leitrim, rinsing empties and old man in the teapot. Blotchy brown brick houses. —Lovely weather, sir.

Heigho! He drank a draught of cooler tea to wash down his meal. I wanted to ask you. Pert little piece she was. She said. When will we learn? Our prize titbit: Matcham's Masterstroke. Course. A soft qualm, regret, flowed down his meal. Reincarnation: that's the word: metempsychosis.

Just had a great Memorial Day! Heigho!

Neat certainly.

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