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1971 Madison Square Garden crowd, George Harrison, Bob Dylan While driving for a rideshare company, I picked up a young co...
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Krystal Alanis Linder, hosting a book signing for her debut time travel, romance novel, "NEVER ENOUGH TIME". Sunday, May 18th at t...
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This past fall we reported on the disorganized, financially strapped, fractured county Democratic Party. Sylvia Garza-Perez left the the ...
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Fred Feurtado, Jr. According to the Brownsville Police Department website, Fred Feurtado, Jr., 46, was charged recently with terrorist...
Anything to use the word, right, Jim? You fuckin' racist.
ReplyDeleteOk, Duardo. "Woman Is the Duardo of the World~" Better?
DeleteHe's gonna come after you, Jim.
DeleteBoooooooooooooo!!!!!!!
ReplyDelete4 me <3
ReplyDeleteLove it !! I am flattered I was your inspiration <3
ReplyDeleteYou are the the MAN !!
ReplyDeleteWaiting for more stories Jim !! Quit flirting and get to work you SEXY devil !!
ReplyDeleteAnonymous said...
ReplyDeleteNena knows.
August 25, 2016 at 7:45 AM
El rrunrrun
Actually, duardo, the woman treated as a downtrodden inferior was the heavyset nurse in Kyle who supported you for a couple years till she tired of your unemployed, lazy ass.
DeleteMore correctly, she wasn't heavyset and she was a college graduate, unlike your cadaverous Nena. I can afford to be unemployed. You, on the other hand, are stuck in your social security check rut and living in a low-rent trailer park. Post this, pussy. But you won't. 'Cause you know what I know - that Jim Barton is a salesman and will always be a lowly salesman. Next...........
Delete"I can afford to be unemployed."
DeleteYes, Duardo. Most of us are aware of the the government's disability check program. Being unemployed, by choice or circumstance, is one thing, but your constant obscenities aimed at Nena reveal a classless individual, a lowlife piece of serious dog excrement.
Do something constructive with your free time other than stalking Brownsville's blogs, daily posting dimwitted, lame comments that serve to remind the locals why they never chose to support any of your myriad of blogging attempts.
For goodness sake, boy, volunteer, pick up cans, learn to whistle, yodel or hum. Do something constructive with your pitiful, unproductive, forgettable life!