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FreeFlier wrote:O-kaaaay . . .

--FreeFlier

Go read "53" if you don't quite understand.

jwhouk wrote:The cake was wonderful..

It is fortunate... perhaps cosmically so... that Rosalita had made Tres Leches cake that day... and not Devils Food cake.

jwhouk wrote:

FreeFlier wrote:O-kaaaay . . .

Go read "53" if you don't quite understand.

Done . . . I did understand who that was, which is why the reaction.

--FreeFlier

Dave wrote:

jwhouk wrote:The cake was wonderful..

It is fortunate... perhaps cosmically so... that Rosalita had made Tres Leches cake that day... and not Devils Food cake.

Nahhh...good cake is good cake. Remember who Lucifer used to work for.

And who doesn't love chocolate?

Just Old Al wrote: . . . And who doesn't love chocolate?

Believe it or not, I work with a woman who doesn't . . . she gets quite indignant about it . . . "Who says that every woman loves chocolate?!"

My response is "Most people love chocolate . . . women are just more open about it."

--FreeFlier

FreeFlier wrote:
My response is "Most people love chocolate . . . women are just more open about it."
--FreeFlier

There is an exception to every rule... which doesn't make it any less of a truism.

Okay - I now believe I got everything fixed. So - just in time for epilogue 2, we give you the Thicker Than Blood (Doing It Right) e-Book Collection:

Thicker Than Blood - the PDF "e-Book" version. (Formatted for "paperback" like reading capability).

The DOCX version

The image that Greg showed to Neil- this is me when I entered the Army in 1977.
I was 22 years old.

O M G you look almost exactly like one of my coworkers.

It's uncanny. Do you happen to know any guys in their twenties named Keith that work in a central Illinois Walmart?

Sgt. Howard wrote:The image that Greg showed to Neil- this is me when I entered the Army in 1977.
I was 22 years old.

*whistles*

No need for alarm Miss Annie. I am just showing my appreciation of a very fine uniform...and the man who served in it.

DinkyInky wrote:

Sgt. Howard wrote:The image that Greg showed to Neil- this is me when I entered the Army in 1977.
I was 22 years old.

*whistles*

No need for alarm Miss Annie. I am just showing my appreciation of a very fine uniform...and the man who served in it.

Miss Annie ain't at all worried- she knows her man. She routinely has to point out women ogling me... it seems to feed her pride/ego a bit. I tend to miss them...

Sgt. Howard wrote:

DinkyInky wrote:

Sgt. Howard wrote:The image that Greg showed to Neil- this is me when I entered the Army in 1977.
I was 22 years old.

*whistles*

No need for alarm Miss Annie. I am just showing my appreciation of a very fine uniform...and the man who served in it.

Miss Annie ain't at all worried- she knows her man. She routinely has to point out women ogling me... it seems to feed her pride/ego a bit. I tend to miss them...

Yeah, and that adorable cluelessness makes it more interesting.

GlytchMeister wrote:O M G you look almost exactly like one of my coworkers.

It's uncanny. Do you happen to know any guys in their twenties named Keith that work in a central Illinois Walmart?

In their twenties... hmmmm... my vasectomy was 1980, so that couldn't have been my doings....

Belatedly so, here she is- Pauline Hazelton, Pattie's sister

(Sorry, I gotta do this...)

Scene: It's nearly noon. Two late-middle-aged women have been occupying a table at some unspecified coffee shop for several hours, gossiping. One of them has acquired a newspaper.

"Oh, oh! Mildred! Look at this!"

"What? Something juicy?"

"Looks like the Alexander widow got married!"

"OH REEEeeeealy!?"

"Yes. See, right here."

"I forgot my glasses. Read it to me."

"'Wealthy matriarch Rosalynd Alexander-Richer hosted the charity auction with her husband, Allan Richer..."

"HMPH!"

"What?"

"'Alexander-Richer! The nerve! As if she wasn't rich enough already!"

Al walks up, extracts the Webley from its underarm holster and pointing it at the ceiling says two words.

"Jar. Now."

Okay, okay!

drops a few brazilian reals in the pun jar

Warrl wrote:drops a few brazilian reals in the pun jar

Remind me... how many zeroes in brazillion?

AmriloJim wrote:

Warrl wrote:drops a few brazilian reals in the pun jar

Remind me... how many zeroes in brazillion?

Well, the uncertainty in the Chinese market leaked back into both the American and European markets, seeing a relative rise in value for the Brazilian Real as compared to most other currencies trading at the moment...

But I'm curious... why would zeros be involved in waxing down in certain areas?

ShneekeyTheLost wrote:

AmriloJim wrote:

Warrl wrote:drops a few brazilian reals in the pun jar

Remind me... how many zeroes in brazillion?

Well, the uncertainty in the Chinese market leaked back into both the American and European markets, seeing a relative rise in value for the Brazilian Real as compared to most other currencies trading at the moment...

But I'm curious... why would zeros be involved in waxing down in certain areas?

The misspelled "brazillion" was the clue. From an ancient blonde joke...

A redhead tells her blonde stepsister, "I slept with a Brazilian...."
The blonde replies, "Oh my God! You slut! How many is a brazilian?"

source: http://www.jokes4us.com/ShortBlondejokes.html