Oh by the way, folks, My more serious diary: |
Today we make fun of Monsignor Arthur Coyle for getting caught doing business with a Lady Of The Sportive Ways. No, we're not making fun of him for being a customer of the Sweet Cream Trade, we're making fun of him for being a high official in an institution that disapproves of an activity he desires to participate in. Personally I wouldn't mind prostitution getting legalized, even though I hafta admit I'm a bit uncomfortable when I hafta stroll past the Seven Eleven store when there's a prostitute out front. My discomfort is primarily because since prostitution is illegal there's likely to be pimps lurking in the shadows, and if I give any accidental signal that I might wanna do business with one of their ladies and then refuse to do so, violence might ensue. Nothing else happened yesterday except for a dentist apptment at which it was confirmed that I still have teeth, a conjecture that I had already surmised. And then on the way home I stopped in at Lowes and discovered they carry Hollow Core Torx drivers, so I bought a set. So I'll take apart the old broken coffee machine just for kicks, even though there probably isn't much chance that I'll be able to fix it. Today it's gonna rain all day, so says the Wondrous Weather Website. I hope it quits raining tomorrow when the tree chopping contractor has my dead spruce tree scheduled. I'm sure he's not gonna send his workers up in a sky-bucket amidst lightning strikes. Happy Rain Dancing! OrneryPest |
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