I was joyful while in the process of closing out my affiliation with Comerica today. Even though the Comerica staff was given plenty of information regarding a crime against me in Wisconsin worse than a conundrum, no good results from their financial world caused me to choose the name Pittsburgh and the PNC Bank team. Even Jerome Bettis knows that names matter.
Detroit's Comerica Park has chosen to be a Michael Jackson idolatry zone and Comerica chose to align with Little Ceasar's pork palace, including the nasty NBA 'dance' strumpet teams. Such unholy moves are enough to make an elderly softball pitcher want to close out one game and start up in another with a new team of potential living saints who will never have anyone named 'LeBron' rule or reign over them.
When I bought a 'Rhino' it was a legal golden-tone bowling ball, not a gangster who does evil on earth contrary to laws in Detroit. When I say 'Moussai', I do not mean Hedberg eye. Be caution in a 'rhino' zone, because a bowling ball is safer to buy and roll than marijuana which prevents the user from remaining alert while in the valley of the shadow of death or while among sons or daughters of the living unseen Lord, LORD, 'god' or God.
Time to study Malachi, not Dominic Hasek split ends! Thanks to Joan Cleaver and the PNC Park personnel in the Keystone State of Pennsylvania for providing cold water and shelter during an actual storm. Shalom to Simeon James Rice on this and every sabbath ahead. Illinois is a more important name in the Big Ten and Big Ben zones than the anti-Issachar Ilitch gang, actually.
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