Whales and Goats (Not the Good Kind, Either)

I feel like the things that turn me badly and a lot of other people badly are whales and goats, and I don't mean White Whales or .G.O.A.T. like Muhammad Ali, LL Cool J or Ricky Carmichael. I feel there is a sense of guilt that Whales as in taking up space, becoming Thanksgiving Dinner, or worse, turning people's moods the wrong way.

I feel like those Whales are being Belugas with the lack of commitment and they make the same lack of commitment over into a Big Joke. They are not beloved or believed, and that is problematic.

When I would see Goats, like Billy Goats, they would help themselves to anything and everything under the Sun. What Billy Goats do is they Eat and Eat and Eat and the returns on investment are anything but pleasant.

Generally, we'd have Calendar Years Without Any Issues on Returns on Investment or even Complaints like Zephyrs. I am not anything other than disillusioned on this post, if not disenfranchised, amid other things, that the Goatees are running wilder than the Early 1990's without knowing the Storm Clouds that would rudely break up the Fall.

These are not Whales and Goats you'd see at Shedd Aquarium or the Chicago Brookfield Zoo. These are Whales and Goats that would care only about Money and Attention and painfully, if not recriminate the lack of delivery.

They are not brash, they are not Seneca Wallace, and instead, you'd have problems if some of these Whales and Billy Goats are no better than the common cat burglar. I would find no joy if these Billy Goats ate and ate the return on investment because there are no pebbles to feed it. There is no joy just becoming Impatiently Waiting like someone would fly off like 50 Cent's Song.

This is not a good image and we all have been at Home and I would get a kick out of adventuring and wanting not to be At Home as opposed to Working From Home, mind you, but, you couldn't slide anything to the Private Jet Pilot and things go smoothly.

When You Need Things and You Don't Always Have the Means, Problems Ensue..

I feel like character has been torched more than a torch recently. I feel like the sad thing is we can't keep it together for Oklahoma Sooners Football, and we can't keep it together for the kids. The moral at home is having to need things and you don't always have the means, problems ensue.

There are people who have to get things themselves and their Friends, Mom, Aunt and Grandma ain't an option. We can't even do the Husband-Wife thing right or the Boyfriend-Girlfriend thing right at all. I feel if that was me, we couldn't undo the Wooden Shoe, nor extend our area into Manchester.

I feel like the truth is people couldn't gamble well, and even with comps, they would eat like a Billy Goat and still not happy people. We hungry to change the Virtual Car, too, but, we don't have means or good sponsors to fix our set-up.

I feel like Mount Vernon still has to fundraise for their 2006 High School and I've always been critical about infrastructure like I'd want a Well Rounded, Well Mannered Giant and not just California-Berkeley.

Instead, the attitude at home is Toys, Toys, and Nothing But Toys. Even if we scrapped every penny out of our pockets, we can't always keep things orderly and we'd get the International Olympic Committee Facilities in time, kids, but, I'd feel like I'm pleading and pleading with less Trades than Lindros and more Interests than a Portfolio.

The bad thing about not returning anything tangible is people do find out. And find out, they ever!

I feel tired and fussy, like even if my Middle School Classmates Sister found her Ward Burton Year (22). I feel focus would be trying to make Orange County International Raceway in a Silicon Valley Styled Studio at Home. Moms need their Clubhouse and Babies need Good Schools, and their relatives being model citizens.