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Date: 2/6/2021 8:39:00 AM
From Authorid: 5301
...I used to be a prisoner of the phone for eight plus hours a day, but no more. The way people can't move without having a phone glued to their ear or be in public without letting everyone hear them discuss their personal lives at high volume is disgusting. How did the human race ever survive before the cell phone? P.S.: That joke stunk worse than a skunk pizza on the side of the road.  |
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Date: 2/6/2021 8:58:00 AM ( From Author )
From Authorid: 5940
This is why Darwin’s theory is just a theory. The human race tends to de-evolve, just saying. P.S. Irefer to the fact, once again, you speak from personal experience.  |
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Date: 2/6/2021 9:02:00 AM
From Authorid: 5301
...I sure do speak from experience. I live four minutes away from one of the meanest skunk-hating roads in the province. At least it smells that way on a warm summer night. Always a pelt left behind after the scavengers get their fill. I'll mail one to you. |
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Date: 2/6/2021 9:15:00 AM ( From Author )
From Authorid: 5940
I would prefer you donate the pelt on my behalf towards a cause that helps better living through science. These days, due to COVID-19, some side effects are a sensory loss of smell and/or taste. This would be better suited in this arena, please and thank you. |
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Date: 2/6/2021 9:34:00 AM
From Authorid: 5301
...you're right. I'll sew the pelt into a covid mask for you. |
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Date: 2/6/2021 11:11:00 AM ( From Author )
From Authorid: 5940
Lol! Okay then. |
Date: 2/6/2021 2:43:00 PM
From Authorid: 42945
Well that's the truth for sure...  |
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Date: 2/6/2021 4:18:00 PM
From Authorid: 21435
Hey Larry That is the honest truth and really, no joking matter. I have been in extremely important conversations, sometimes dealing with time sensitive projects, and had individuals cut me off completely and take a call on their "cell" phone. On call, in particular, was about stopping by the grocery store and picking up rice. Yes, how did we ever make it without those things. Anyway, I'm at a library, using the community computer. It seems that I have been banned, yet again, from my home. My wife and "the talking dog" conspired together to have me declared incompetent and sentenced to thirteen weeks of "therapy" at a nursing home in upstate New York. I was placed in quarantine, one day prior to my release date from our local hospital, heavily sedated and spirited away to the empire state, by a couple of Romanians who used to babysit my ferret. After befriending several of the nursing home's staff, whom I misled into believing that I was a "very" influential, kissing cousin, to the reigning speaker of the house, I managed to secure a digital pass card (from BOA, no less) and make my escape. I hailed a cab and was prepared to "rough up" the driver and force her to take me to Queens, (I know people there) but when she scanned the card, she seemed impressed and told me that with such a card, she would take me "anywhere" I wanted to go. (Those nursing home attendants have the best contacts.) We made the ninety mile trip to "Queens," I re-scanned "the card," and gave the cabbie a hundred dollar tip. She got "extremely" excited and begged me to hang out, but I explained that as flattered as I was, I had many "prior commitments" and may be going to prison, anyway. The residence of the the people I knew in Queens, ended up being surrounded by "NYPD Precinct 108" crime scene tape, which I, unwittingly crossed. "They" beat me in the kidneys and tossed me in the ditch. When "they" all took off, (yep, they completely forgot about me) I crawled to the library and made it in, ten minutes before closing. I plan to make my way to the "constitutional law" section and spend the night. It a beautiful life.  |
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Date: 2/6/2021 5:53:00 PM
From Authorid: 5301
...Kronk...I am sorry to hear about your incontinence but I think your wife and the dog have the right idea. The library may have a different opinion. You constantly surprise me with your abilities such as when you are able to speak to a New York cabbie in whichever Arabian dialect they might have used to converse. Insofar as the NYPD hanging a beating on you, this was merely their way of welcoming you to town and giving you a friendly gift. Don't let that cast a shade on your visit. |
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Date: 2/6/2021 8:57:00 PM ( From Author )
From Authorid: 5940
My community library has never taken me anywhere, except in my mind. As far as people talking on their phones in public goes , It’s even worse when they are behind the wheel of a semi truck. The only part of your story I have an issue with is the part about rice.......rice, really,rice? Why not a gallon of milk or a loaf of bread? |
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Date: 2/8/2021 3:04:00 PM
From Authorid: 21435
Hekler Now that you mention it, I do vaguely remember one of those treacherous Romanians mentioning something about "cabbage." I must remember to check my ferret, if I ever make it back to "the casa." And, to think, I even bought an assault rifle from those bums. Evidently, I was "not myself" when I hired them. I wager that "Darius and Egor" are not even their real names. The cabbie, Afrodita, spoke an obscure dialect; (a mix of Swahili and Albanian) but, I was familiar with the Albanian language, having passed through that country on my way across eastern Europe, back in 1471. Ahhh, yes, the 13th century was kind of an up and down time for me. It all started when I answered a call for volunteers to oust a certain Romanian noble, one "Count V. Draculea," from his fortress, in the mountains of Transylvania. (They paid in gold and I was a little short on cash, at the time.) To make a "very" long story short; that little adventure did not go very well. As our group of "volunteers" approached the castle, we were set upon by at least 340 of the largest, most vicious, European grey wolves that I ever saw; (and, I have seen some pretty bad wolves, in my day.) all my associates were eaten, on the spot, and I was taken prisoner and forced to spend the next four years in the castle with "D." About the only good thing that came out of that was, I learned to hang upside down, for hours at a time, without passing out. But, that's another story. As for NYC's finest...The beating was "bush rate," if I have to say. I wasn't hurt near as bad as I made out. Sometimes, you have to lay down, so that you can crawl away, later. gjithmone |
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Date: 2/8/2021 3:14:00 PM
From Authorid: 21435
Hey Larry It is imperative that we keep "them" off guard. In fact: "RICE" is code for I'll be late tonight. I'm off to "the island." Hummmm..(I know. That's what I thought, too.) |
Date: 2/20/2021 6:32:00 PM
From Authorid: 54570
Groan.... I knew what it was yet I clicked on it.  |
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Date: 2/20/2021 6:47:00 PM
From Authorid: 5301
...yeah, it's like getting ice water down the front of your pants, isn't it? |
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