That is good stuff right there. I can not wait to see Joe reply to this. There is no way he can keep himself from typing something in response. I bet a few bucks though that he is going to say you messed with private property or something since the bill was hung on his door knob.
doesn't pay his taxes, they have to drag him into court. Now he doesn't pay his water bill. Wow what a man, what a father, what a husband, what a DICK!
Who cares if the building is empty, he still should pay what he owes. And if the building is empty he is is supposed to take down the signs of the old tenants. And let me also say wasn't it JOE who bitch about political signs in store fronts downtown???
Yes it was JoEy, and he bitched to high heavens about the signs being up 2 and 3 weeks after the election. HELL, ride down 13 towards Princess Anne and look to the right. there's a frigging O'malley for Governer sign still up from the Election! but that is Joey's buddy so we can't say a whole lot about that can we.
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house not a shower was running, because of my spouse. Her stockings were hung out the window with care, in hopes that the Sherriff soon would be there.
The child brat was nestled all snug in his bed; while my Ho knelt down to give me some head. She crawled from her teddy, but I had to crap, so I ran to the bathroom and left her to nap.
When down in the bedroom there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the Toilet to see what was the matter. Away to the window He flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters and tore up my sash.
The moon on the breast of my freshly laid Ho Gave the luster of mid-day to objects below. When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a shiny new showerhead, stuck in her rear.
With a little slick jelly, a shine it did strike, I knew in a moment it must be from Mike. More rapid than firemen his car sped away, and he whistled, and shouted, no 911 today!
"Now Dunnie! Now, Shanie! Now, Barrie and Weasel! On, Gary! On, Pick! On, Webster and Rapp! From the back of Joe’s compound they set up their trap, as Joe ran to his bathroom to finish his crap.
As dry leaves before the sheriff’s car fly, when they meet with an obstacle, they float right on by. So up to the housetop the council all flew, a camera full of pictures of the Policeman in blue.
And while I was shaking, I heard on the roof the prancing and pawing of each council shoe. As I pulled up my trousers and was turning around, down the chimney came Barrall a bound.
He was dressed in red clothing, from his head to his foot, and his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot. A bundle of showerheads he had flung on his back, he looked like a scary man, so I had to step back.
His eyes-how they stared! So eerie and mean! He surely did scare me and make such a scene. His intentions were clear so I ran for the shower, left my wife and young child I while I hid for an hour.
The thump of his hand as he beat down my door, my thanksgiving dinner I crapped on the floor. He had a broad face he was huge and so scary, I shook when he laughed, because I am a Fairy!
He was so tall and so strong, a huge old nasty fireman, And I piddled when I saw him, and ran for the Charmin! A wink of his eye and a twist of his head he soon had my Jenaho giving him head.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to her bed, And yanked off her stockings, while she gave him head. And laying his finger aside of her breast, she spread wide her legs and gave him her best!
He sprang to his truck, to the Council he did whistle, and away they all flew like the down of a thistle. But I heard him exclaim, “we’ve got pictures tonight”. "Happy Christmas to Joe, he’s be on the blog sites tonight!”
My friend passed by the compound today positively by mistake or so I understand but felt almost famous for a second. All this talk of the compound to find out it's really not all that.
My friend then said if he'd thought about he could have yelded the "N" word if Joe had been outside. Fortunately Joe was off snooping around in Salisbury looking for something that was none of his business.
I've staked out the compound a couple times myself. It is quite the disappointment. I would have expected much more from a multi millionaire. No Class.
All of the water usage is from Totmom, Teacherlady, Art Goetz, Jim and Watchfuleye drinking from the fountain of Albero. They go there, lick Joe's balls, wash their mouths out with the holy water and then they go and post away on Joe's site. Totmom has slurped a few extra times and started her on own plagerblog. What a crowd!
I'm suspect that the money flow is starting to dry up. There seems to be a growing mound of bills that don't get paid.
He doesn't appear to have time (what with protecting the good citizens of Salisbury from evil, and all), to pay attention to his financial health.
My guess is that things are a little tighter at the Circle J*rk Ranch than he wants anyone to know. After all, he equates wealth with power and sexual potency. When the money runs out, well.....
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I love it!!!
That is good stuff right there. I can not wait to see Joe reply to this. There is no way he can keep himself from typing something in response. I bet a few bucks though that he is going to say you messed with private property or something since the bill was hung on his door knob.
doesn't pay his taxes, they have to drag him into court.
Now he doesn't pay his water bill.
Wow what a man, what a father, what a husband, what a DICK!
The building is empty, from what I learned. With winter here, I'll bet he doesn't care if the water is off. The pipes won't freeze.
You got major balls! this guy told me he was in the Mafia! I thought he was a liar! Now I know he is!
Sing with me oh Merry Gentlemen.
Jingle Balls, Jingle Balls,
Sneaking down the hall
With his hands he cups his balls,
Wondering who’s in his home,
While in the bedroom there’s a groan,
Suddenly the house walls shake,
And the shades are out of place,
Out the window an intruder flies,
Chrome shavings on her thighs,
Showerhead, Showerhead
Turning in his hand,
Pushing in and pulling out
Isn’t Delmaro-land grand?
Old “Shower Head” was here,
The chrome man Joe must fear,
The competitions stiff,
If you get my drift.
In the bathroom Joe doth hide,
With his cell phone at his side,
Dialing his good bud Mike,
To bring in a swat team strike.
Showerhead, Showerhead
Turning in his hand,
Pushing in and pulling out
Isn’t Delmaro-land grand?
But no sheriff team will arrive,
While Mike is hiding outside,
Tangled in the brush,
From leaving in such a rush.
The chrome Man now exposed,
But old Joe will never know,
The bathroom walls are thick,
And the windows Joe did brick.
Chicken Joe runs to cower,
In his heavily fortified shower,
While old Mike sneaks away,
He’ll be back one day to play,
Showerhead, Showerhead
Turning in his hand,
Pushing in and pulling out
Isn’t Delmaro-land grand?
Isn’t Delmaro-land just grand?
Merry Christmas to all and may you all be showered with love!
Who cares if the building is empty, he still should pay what he owes. And if the building is empty he is is supposed to take down the signs of the old tenants.
And let me also say wasn't it JOE who bitch about political signs in store fronts downtown???
Is this some sort of JOKE?
Yes it was JoEy, and he bitched to high heavens about the signs being up 2 and 3 weeks after the election. HELL, ride down 13 towards Princess Anne and look to the right. there's a frigging O'malley for Governer sign still up from the Election! but that is Joey's buddy so we can't say a whole lot about that can we.
Great song by the way!
Hey,
Don't take that sign in Princess Anne Down!
I like to pull in there and PISS ON IT whenever I travel down that way.
Bwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Please tell me someone is standing by to take more photos when our little super hero arrives on the scene! What a DUMBASS!
First Joe doesn't pay his State Personal Property taxes, and is being sued by the county for them (case 020300028112007).
Now he doesn't pay his water bill. How long till the City sues him?
Has he removed the sign yet!
It was still there at noon
"...must be running the sink a lot!"
Naa, it's all the BS he has to flush somewhere.
It's gone from the door as of 2:45pm
I like mine Better than Justice for All!
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
not a shower was running, because of my spouse.
Her stockings were hung out the window with care,
in hopes that the Sherriff soon would be there.
The child brat was nestled all snug in his bed;
while my Ho knelt down to give me some head.
She crawled from her teddy, but I had to crap,
so I ran to the bathroom and left her to nap.
When down in the bedroom there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the Toilet to see what was the matter.
Away to the window He flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and tore up my sash.
The moon on the breast of my freshly laid Ho
Gave the luster of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
but a shiny new showerhead, stuck in her rear.
With a little slick jelly, a shine it did strike,
I knew in a moment it must be from Mike.
More rapid than firemen his car sped away,
and he whistled, and shouted, no 911 today!
"Now Dunnie! Now, Shanie! Now, Barrie and Weasel!
On, Gary! On, Pick! On, Webster and Rapp!
From the back of Joe’s compound they set up their trap,
as Joe ran to his bathroom to finish his crap.
As dry leaves before the sheriff’s car fly,
when they meet with an obstacle, they float right on by.
So up to the housetop the council all flew,
a camera full of pictures of the Policeman in blue.
And while I was shaking, I heard on the roof
the prancing and pawing of each council shoe.
As I pulled up my trousers and was turning around,
down the chimney came Barrall a bound.
He was dressed in red clothing, from his head to his foot,
and his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of showerheads he had flung on his back,
he looked like a scary man, so I had to step back.
His eyes-how they stared! So eerie and mean!
He surely did scare me and make such a scene.
His intentions were clear so I ran for the shower,
left my wife and young child I while I hid for an hour.
The thump of his hand as he beat down my door,
my thanksgiving dinner I crapped on the floor.
He had a broad face he was huge and so scary,
I shook when he laughed, because I am a Fairy!
He was so tall and so strong, a huge old nasty fireman,
And I piddled when I saw him, and ran for the Charmin!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
he soon had my Jenaho giving him head.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to her bed,
And yanked off her stockings, while she gave him head.
And laying his finger aside of her breast,
she spread wide her legs and gave him her best!
He sprang to his truck, to the Council he did whistle,
and away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, “we’ve got pictures tonight”.
"Happy Christmas to Joe, he’s be on the blog sites tonight!”
Joe left a comment then deleted it!
After reading this I wouldn't be surprised if he blows a gasket.
Geeeez,
you all have some warped talented minds. I'm glad you are not mad at me.
Thanks. I just pee-ed my pants!
Certainly you've made a mistake here, I mailed you a check.
Joe's been playing hide the pickle to long.
If he's behind on the water bill how about other itilities, insurance, taxes??
My friend passed by the compound today positively by mistake or so I understand but felt almost famous for a second. All this talk of the compound to find out it's really not all that.
My friend then said if he'd thought about he could have yelded the "N" word if Joe had been outside. Fortunately Joe was off snooping around in Salisbury looking for something that was none of his business.
I've staked out the compound a couple times myself. It is quite the disappointment. I would have expected much more from a multi millionaire. No Class.
All of the water usage is from Totmom, Teacherlady, Art Goetz, Jim and Watchfuleye drinking from the fountain of Albero. They go there, lick Joe's balls, wash their mouths out with the holy water and then they go and post away on Joe's site. Totmom has slurped a few extra times and started her on own plagerblog. What a crowd!
I'm suspect that the money flow is starting to dry up. There seems to be a growing mound of bills that don't get paid.
He doesn't appear to have time (what with protecting the good citizens of Salisbury from evil, and all), to pay attention to his financial health.
My guess is that things are a little tighter at the Circle J*rk Ranch than he wants anyone to know. After all, he equates wealth with power and sexual potency. When the money runs out, well.....
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