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greetings earthlings. all manner of props to the thoughts.com team for getting to my sign-on problem LESS THAN 24 HOURS after i complained. one company recently told me that they WOULD get to my problem, but it was going to have to wait cuz they get tired so they only fix a certain number of things a day. translation: too lazy to poop. the truly impressive thing about the thoughts crew is they did all this repair and fix-it work while i was sleeping. either they have a 24 hour team or someone opened the place back up to fix me. either way, i want to work for them. i have had several blogs up to now, but guess what? i only write in this one. i get more readers here. people actually comment here which is very nice. even those who enjoy cussing don't cuss AT me. i like to cuss from time to time, but some limp dick marked one (or maybe the same person did BOTH) of my posts as "inappropriate." exCUSE me? have you looked at the tag words? usually there is a prominent "f**k" there to behold. i haven't used that word in this blog yet. so other people get away with the f-bomb and i suggested i was gay except for the sex part and someone marked it inappropriate. my gay FRIENDS crack up when i say that. and they agree. so i have to believe that whoever marked me inappropriate has the IQ of foot spray, whether they were straight OR gay. enough about those needle-wieners.
so how come i have lived a half century and still get jazzed about things kids like to do? people my age are so dang boring. they are either obsessed with money, or they are obsessed with not having any. they can tell what time it is by the things that happen without their help. "let's see, i just pooped, so it has to be around eleven. i poop at eleven when i eat eggs for breakfast." "you know, on vacation i woke up at exactly 6 every day, hit an imaginary snooze, and got out of bed at exactly 6:09. do you think maybe i am in a rut?" these people need to trade jobs. i wake up four or five times a day. on the freeway. while operating on patients. (that one is a joke. i do not operate. i am not a doctor, so people refuse to let me cut them open. wimps. i even trained a whole posse of nurses to use my medical language in case someone wanted me to like maybe do a heart transplant. they would "get it" if i said, "nurse, open the beer cooler and give me the salad forks and a blade of some kind, preferably washed." the new heart is in the beer cooler. and i gotta tell you, having it beat against my beer shakes all the fizz out of them. i believe it was the mighty Bee Gees who wrote, "how can you mend a broken heart?" as a child i got spanked for singing what i thought the words were: "how can you bend a broken fart?" sometimes it sucked to be me. besides, bending broken farts takes a hell of a lot more creativity than mending hearts. sheesh.)
i am so dang sleepy, i am going to take a nap. goodbye my lovelies. and remember, if you get the urge to give me money, go with it. seriously. follow your urges. see you around anywhere there are thin women scantily clad. toodles. |
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Posted by AllThingsBuck on 2007-12-15 09:33:13 | Rating: | Views: 68
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Sounds like you're having a fun day!!! Hope all is well with the thin scantily clad women!!!
Mucho love~Niki
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Posted by nikilynn1113
on 2007-12-17 11:10:02
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