tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279664773001757062011-11-27T16:09:02.431-08:00A story about John, Sarah, George, and a bunch of other people. This story is clearly NOT about John McCain, Sarah Palin or George Bush.thesaggernoreply@blogger.comBlogger81100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427966477300175706.post-40029188356409133142008-10-30T03:16:00.000-07:002008-10-30T04:48:41.238-07:00

The day after, my head was bouncing. That wife of mine came home late night and started nagging on my head now. After some aspirins and left-overs in some champaign-bottles I decided nothing was working, I needed another sniff. That one helped and I entered the dining room for my breakfast. Bridget was the first one with a questions: daddy, what is sex? For these questions I was always

thesaggernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427966477300175706.post-57112330728957532462008-10-19T03:56:00.000-07:002008-10-19T04:27:32.392-07:00

After this heavy orgy, it became time to talk about serious business. George wiped out the last traces of cocaine from his nose while pulling up his pants. They needed to find a solution for niggers trying to become president.A few joints later they came up with the solution: John should go for president. He was the most experienced and white man the house could have. He ate Vietnamese people

thesaggernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427966477300175706.post-88605889849801495322008-10-11T13:59:00.000-07:002008-10-11T21:05:02.829-07:00

Some time ago, I promised my kids a swimming pool. This was the ideal solution to dump Nivedita in the concrete. My wife, apparently not as stupid as she looks warned me for this. After lots of blahblahblah about the structure of the concrete being more instable and being sure the body would be discovered someday, her solution was not bad. Cindy suggested installing an old second hand

thesaggernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427966477300175706.post-22842320366695819232008-10-07T19:04:00.000-07:002008-10-11T13:59:28.595-07:00

My Legal Council left the door. For my sexless future he had no advice but in order to settle the problem with my death Indian housekeeper and whore we found a solution. Getting her parents to a trial was no option since they did not have any money to settle the problem of my dirty carpet. For the years she lived here for free, I could not get any reimbursement either. The whole situation

thesaggernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427966477300175706.post-67539474132837473662008-10-05T04:19:00.000-07:002008-10-05T04:56:53.519-07:00

My cellphone played the National Anthem, announcing my friend George. He sounded furious, and raged for about an hour on the phone. Can you come to your conclusions, George, I asked. I need to shit really hard now, and the battery of my phone is almost empty.Ok, ok John. Sorry to say this, but there's a nigger going for presidency of our United States of America! A nigge... -bleep-...Not

thesaggernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427966477300175706.post-9644502573413556762008-09-23T14:35:00.001-07:002008-09-23T14:36:03.230-07:00

After a long sleep with the most pleasant dreams, the nightmare began. John, John, wake up! Meu, Nivedita, Nivedita was what I whispered. I opened my eyes, and what I saw was something completely different. Years ago it was a pleasure to wake up next to her, but since the last couple of decades Cindy's face became the last thing I wanted to see in the morning.As so many times now the

thesaggernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427966477300175706.post-55748419385672022832008-09-22T08:29:00.000-07:002008-09-22T09:06:56.713-07:00

He was laying down on his couch, after a busy day. In front of him the big plasma-tv set where the man could watch the business channels in HD quality, so at least John was enjoying the bad numbers and which of his shares had dropped today. At the left side of his television set was his cleaning lady, naked, polishing his shoes.With one eye on the television and the other on her, he was

thesaggernoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427966477300175706.post-88167645480556771862008-09-22T03:15:00.000-07:002008-09-22T03:32:07.976-07:00

This blog, which may appear to be a political blog, just isn't.It's nothing more than a book project I had on stake since a long time, but never finished. The people in the story are all imaginary people, and the stories are all fiction. Names that seem to correspond to real persons (main character where the story will start is John), and in the story his full name is not John McCain.(I haven't

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