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RDCanecutter

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  1. Hate to break it to you, but Sixth Sense explains why they don't seem to see you.
  2. Well, according to the Mint they're already worth 300% face value. No chance of losing money if you ask for them in your change now.
  3. In theory, yes. We dropped Biloxi after hitting too many geese and thrown bottles. But we are adding Tallapoosa, Sylacauga, and Slap Out.
  4. In the past 8 months I have taken various Zoom classes with different teachers in Scotland. One group just had a bunch of resignations in admin, for whatever reason. They put out a call for applicants (these are paying jobs,) and I guess I was on the mailing list, because, technically, they asked me to apply too. I was joking about applying with a Scottish pal who also takes the classes, and he started pushing me to do it for real. Besides the probable illegality of it, and being thousands of miles away, and being middling in Gaelic still, the whole idea is hilariously insane and appeals to me. I think I need to binge-watch Ted Lasso, and either get drunk or sober up. Applications are on the 19th. Interviews are the 24th.
  5. Because Whoever has damning shit on everybody. Trump seems to be the only one who can't counter-scandal.
  6. I have lots of planes that I don't own that DO have engines. If interested in buying, my number is HAHAHAHA of course you already know my number.
  7. I got a jar, you got a jar, all God's children got jars. Of pennies and other coins. That's the problem, everybody gets them, hardly anybody spends them.
  8. Bannon doesn't know shit about fuck when it comes to airplanes. I bet even Hegseth would have gotten that right. [edit] He must mean the 1960s TV series 12 O'Clock High. He's in a 1960s TV bombing run and the Nazi fighters are trying to shoot him down with scandal bullets.
  9. I kinda like the first one, but maybe it's because she's got one of those family reunion names.
  10. Silver over 50. To think that they called me MAD in Heidelberg, MAD I tell you...
  11. Good CT scans. Only one place hanging around in the chest, and it's smaller. They seem amazed that I have adapted to my anemia-inducing stout dose of Welireg and still pull 99% oxygen. They do not know that I am secretly studying Scottish Gaelic and am therefore perma-ruddy. Non-cancer things: Bubble-elbow has 90% sorted itself out back to normal. Both elbows sore. Enough to interfere with wanking. I didn't say I couldn't, I just have to imagine that I'm getting paid for it. My doc tole me she loved my attitude, that somebody earlier had yelled at her about their scans. Cancer dudes yelling at oncologists is kinda like drunks pissing off bartenders. Aw hell naw. May y'all have good results as well.
  12. Another old Selma Alabama story from when I was late-teens/twenty. We no longer lived in the old half-mansion downtown. We had moved into our grandmother's house, post-ww2 with an enclosed porch with about 18 windows wrapping around, west side of town on former cotton fields turning into forest, on road that originally led to deserted town of Cahaba, where they'd leveled an Indian mound and disasters followed afterwards. My "room" was the NE corner of the porch, towards the road. In the springtime I'd keep the window by my bed open, sometimes the cats would come tap on the screen and I'd pop it open so they could come in. I'd sit up and read and listen to the night. One night I heard a nasty scraping sound, like a car dragging its bumper. But there was no traffic. It wasn't coming from the road. It was moving. It seemed to be coming up beside the house on the side where the curtains were closed. About to turn the corner to where I had the window open by my bed. I could hear something between a growl and a scrape. I had a box by my bed full of random tools. I grabbed the machete that was in there, trying to be quiet, but it made a clink. Right then, the scraping sound stopped.
  13. MRIs are great. I imagine that I am at a Kraftwerk concert if they went all experimental.
  14. Awesome, Possible Cousin.
  15. Talkin bout the web site? Pretty sure yes.
  16. All the trashy plane people are going to ruin Greyhound now.
  17. Stealing every last bit of this.
  18. Vous êtes bad-ass. Gender: If you mess it up, you'll sound a lot like me. Can't think of any situation where it would turn a sentence into a fiasco. My trick was to think about what gender the Spanish word was, 99% of the time that would work.
  19. Very well. Where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving electrician from Montgomery with low-grade narcolepsy and a penchant for truck-stop waitresses. (skips 20 years) ...so of course after the divorce and shacking up with the cray-cray girl, I got a Spanish-teaching gig on a handshake at an undesired high school. Life was a ticking time bomb back then, and I was trying to claw my way back into employability as the one-man Romance Language Department of a small college.. I figured with the high school Spanish I had that covered, so next was French. Took a GRE and laid waste to it like Legolas shooting orcs, got invited to come be a slacker at UT and study French + all the Linguistics and Spanish that I could pack in. Was in the room when they were talking about making a website, drew an armadillo on a napkin and got the job. A couple of gigs later, achieved Dream Job teaching French and Spanish at small college. New Dean was a tyrannical bully and I told him so, then my services were not required. I'd been going to Mexico, buying craft items, then selling them for multiples on eBay, so I figured I'd just take a few thousand dollars, cash, y'know, to Tlaxcala where they make most of the Drug Rugs, Baja Hoodies, Chamarras de Jerga sabes weyyy, sell them for 3xwholesale, repeat, with wads of cash as one does at no peril because it's nice tame Mexico. My wife told me I was fucking insane and to just sit down and draw cartoons, which I did, and do. But yeah I like languages.
  20. Put down that knife. The gun doesn't even fire. click click BLAM oh shit
  21. C'est possible. Zob de mulet, if you want to pop off with Franco-Arabic slang.
  22. Oh they were right. Definitelu=y brain damaged. But there is so much brains in that big celtic skullbone that I just need for some of it to work. Bang! See? Cranked right up.
  23. This video reminds me of when I fetched up in LeHavre with three months cash pay in my pocket and went in an internet cafe that turned out to be a ho house. Behen chot.
  24. queue de mulet, je crois.
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