I'm surprised you let him pass, Jerry
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I'm surprised you let him pass, Jerry
He was running pretty fast,our wives were very angry.
And whose fault is that???
My wife's. She won't let me drive the speed limit so I let people pass.
Hey moei still got that chinchilla...but the chinnys are getting restless.
Those things are weaselly.
A weasel is not weaselly confused with a chinchilla, and a stoat is stoatily different.
Anybody can make that assessment from a fur. I think it's up in the hair for most people when they give it a lot of thought, though.
I thought about it and I don't want it........thank you!
Ok but that was the last one...poor little chinny.
It's academic now anyway - somebody stole that stole!
It was a steal....
Maybe, but still...
Poor little chinny.
It got a good home by the hair of its chinny chin chin
Or the skin of its teeth.
Well all the bargains are gone...and i'm still broke,oh well.
Don't worry, dude. They'll be passing out free turkeys in the ghetto in about a month. That's always a good deal.
Well actually those turkeys work for me..[the ones selling the turkeys]yep thanksgiving,they were giving and i was thankful..ahhhh the good ol days.
Yah. There's always some turkey passed out in my old neighborhood. Usually, it wasn't because of Thanksgiving because everyday was a holiday for them.
There're turkeys passed out in my hood too,there'er still layin in the alley.
I remember my old stomping grounds from the '60s and '70s. Junkies laying out in burnt out store fronts and syringes in the gutters. I'm not one who complained about urban renewal.
Burnt out store fronts???i'm talking about the ones in my lobby.
Hopefully the glass there isn't broken and there aren't a bunch of strung-out junkies lying around with the strong smell of crap, sweat, and urine everywhere. Oh, and pit bulls. For some reason, junkies like pit bulls.
Life in da hood.
I like to consider them 'the old days' because they sure weren't good.
Well now not so fast,i remember being a little tyke with my little[hooch]stand set up on the corner,i did quite well.
That was YOU?! My uncle Calvin talks about that all the time. He said that your hooch gave him the confidence to live his life's plan.
BTW: Uncle Calvin is broke, drunk, homeless, but the happiest man I know. So thanks, man!
What's up soulster,yep that's what i'm talkin about,talkin all over the forum..good to hear from ya.
That hooch saved his life. I'm not saying he drinks too much, but when it got cold last winter, all he had to do was pee on the fire to make it bigger.
Actually all he had to do was rub his hands together,he would've lit up the whole block.
Rub his hands together? He couldn't do that after winning a bet with Harvey the Hatchet and expected ol' Harve to pay without an attitude. He could have farted into the fire, but that would have threatened the entire neighborhood.
Oh boy,uncle calvin could've run from harvey,he didn't know about the boost..[speeds up to 5,000mph]sorry uncle calvin.
Uncle Calvin won't run from anybody who owes him money. When asked why he let his hands be chopped off, he said 'hands don't pay my bills, fool. Money do!'
Uncle calvin was wise.
'Is wise'. We may not know where he is but from the constant guilt-inducing letters that he sends everybody, he's still alive and scheming. I mean 'ticking'.
Yes i remember getting something scribbled from him some time back,good ol uncle calvin.
Yeah. He figured out how to write by putting a marker between his teeth. He actually got pretty good at it and began forging documents before getting caught and sentenced to having his front teeth extracted. Now he's got no hands or teeth and has to 'panfootle' [[as he calls it).