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My collection from the last week or so
is not for the feint of heart but I have managed to go threw them all and thought I would post them for the jest of it. I hope they do not fall into dead ears. Did you hear about the guy who met his sole mate in her mid drift top in the Mexican Isle of your grocery store? I would tell you the rest of that story, but I'm afraid I would be leavening the door open for terrible puns to be bantied about.
I'm speechless
pretty much.
Mencken
"There is always an easy solution to every human problem—-neat, plausible, and wrong." From The Divine Afflatus.
Canadians seek dairy product advice
"My package of Kraft Swiss Cheese (expires in Jan.2007)has blown up like a balloon. Is it safe to use in a quiche?"
Mrs. Cookwell answers.
The world needs more proofreaders
Posted on freecycle. Wanted: automan. Mechanic? Mr. Piston? Oh, ottoman.
Fashion risk
"Big Cyndi was ambling toward them. She was dressed entirely in white spandex. Very tight white spandex. No undergarments. Tragically, you could tell. On a seventeen-year-old runway model, the spandex jumpsuit would be a fashion risk. On a woman of forty who weighed more than three hundred pounds . . well, it took guts, lots of them, all of which were on full display, thank you very much. Everything jiggled as she trundled toward them; various body parts seemed to have lives of their own, moving of their own accord, as if dozens of animals were trapped in a white balloon and trying to squirm their way out."
from Promise Me by Harlan Coben
Change of plans
For a long time Solvij wanted to be a massage therapist, but she told me she has changed her mind about it. I asked her why. "Because I realized I would have to massage people's butts."
It's good to think through career plans.
I was feeding
my Chiru (I think my favorite part is at about 0:10--the uplift effect) addiction when Solvij asked to watch this. She described him as "the black Michael Jackson."
