As recently as 2009, the FBI skkkool trained its new recruits about Islam with a little presentation titled "Things to use/consider for successful interviews/interrogations with individuals from the M.E. (Middle East)." Here's a little pop quiz with the answers from the presentation. Q: What is "Muslim 101" information about Muslims? A: Islam "transforms a country's culture into 7th century Arabian ways." Q: "Is Iran an Arab country?" A: "Iran is a Muslim country." Q: Where are all the Muslims located? A: "They're standing right behind you." HAHA CREEPY okay not that last one, but the first two answers are verbatim from the training presentation. The third answer is implied if you do your reading carefully.
Indeed, <a href="http://www.eatwonky.com" target="_blank"> <a href="http://www.eatwonky.com</a>" target="_blank">www.eatwonky.com</a></a>. I&#039;ve always felt a good gravy makes or breaks it. The amount of thought and sampling involved is probably kinda ridiculous, but k-evers. And Miracle Whip on it, wow. I can see the flavors creating a beautiful harmony, but I think the richness might tip the scale in terms of my body rejecting it. Eh, fuck it, wouldn&#039;t be the only thing of that nature I&#039;d go ahead and eat anyway. NorCal must be one of the worst places ever to try to indulge in a gluttonous treat.
Yeah, there&#039;s one in DC. Not only do they serve delicious poutine, but they also serve it piled on a big hot dog. And whoopie pies. It&#039;s a mobile heart attack and I usually get one of each. Thank goodness it doesn&#039;t park near me too often, or I&#039;d be in the market for a used Hoveround in short order.
A guilty pleasure for which I feel no guilt, since it&#039;s Canadian. Where&#039;s that poutine food truck parked today? Now I&#039;m craving Eat Wonky.
I know! I stalk the Eat Wonky truck like a motherfucking psycho.
Indeed, <a href="http://www.eatwonky.com" target="_blank"> <a href="http://www.eatwonky.com</a>" target="_blank">www.eatwonky.com</a></a>. I&#039;ve always felt a good gravy makes or breaks it. The amount of thought and sampling involved is probably kinda ridiculous, but k-evers. And Miracle Whip on it, wow. I can see the flavors creating a beautiful harmony, but I think the richness might tip the scale in terms of my body rejecting it. Eh, fuck it, wouldn&#039;t be the only thing of that nature I&#039;d go ahead and eat anyway. NorCal must be one of the worst places ever to try to indulge in a gluttonous treat.
Yeah, there&#039;s one in DC. Not only do they serve delicious poutine, but they also serve it piled on a big hot dog. And whoopie pies. It&#039;s a mobile heart attack and I usually get one of each. Thank goodness it doesn&#039;t park near me too often, or I&#039;d be in the market for a used Hoveround in short order.
All right, somebody at the FBI is doing peyote big-time. From page 3 of the presentation:
<b>Tools that give the interrogator the psychological advantage:</b> <i>An Ancient Mayan Legend of the Spinning Pyramid</i>
Hopefully, they warn their recruits not to drive or operate heavy machinery once the pyramid starts spinning.
USA is the land of the Yankees, not those loser Braves. H. Steinbrenner
A guilty pleasure for which I feel no guilt, since it&#039;s Canadian. Where&#039;s that poutine food truck parked today? Now I&#039;m craving Eat Wonky.
And you survived such a horrific ordeal! Praise be Allah, er Jeebus! Whatever, same difference.
They&#039;re in a different manual on non-traditional, but still fearsome, weapons. IPDs--Improvised Projectile Devices.
Written after Rachael Ray came in for a pie with a Dunkin&#039; coffee in hand and a scarf around her neck?
For teabaggers, it should read <i>&quot;swayed more by misspelled words than ideas ...</i>
At the end of the presentation there is an advertisement for Sea Monkeys!!!