Damnable
Tiburon
7 Aug 2011
Re: proud to be a pangasinense
Argumentative discourse is in itself – art. But, doing it the the most acceptable and cognizant way, is to use your brains not your mouth.
It also, is damnable, if you tried to reason out in the most primitive form, when a person insufficient of the wherewithal, tried to force his way around, and his empty coco-shell won’t allow.
Silver in the mix . . .
The only insignificant thing I knew, was a horse, who by chance couldn’t talk, and what I heard most of the time, was this sound coming from his ass . . . fart!
Silvestre Rayos who?
An extremely overweight midget from Lingayen nobody knows, a Pangasingsinglot who can’t write straight – he’s trying hard – who murders the English language and slaughters the Pangasingsinglot dialect into unintelligible pieces. What will you expect?
Political views . . .
Machiavellian: “The end justifies the means”.
Did he understand the political implication of this justification? Accordingly, the way he chooses to argue is pathetic . . . the complete ignorance on Niccolo’s masterpiece, that phlebotomy’s way far-off from politics.
Tiburon’s exonerated ripping your – fat butt – apart.
What’s in a name . . .
Clinical laboratory scientist? That’s what he claimed to be. It’s just another name – a glorified name – of the ordinary medical technologist. But, being a Pangasingsinglot, he exchanged the eye-catching word – scientist – from the word – technician. To a braggart it reads nice.
Likewise, a conventional CLERK, evolving to an executive assistant. As far as the job, is concerned nothing changed.
The mojo . . .
“You can move the boy out from Maniboc, but you can’t moved Maniboc out from the boy.”
The sting . . .
Monamon and agamang sticks! Like flies on shit!
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