I would never pass the physical...now let's see...cirocis of the liver...5-5 vision...heart failure...lungs blown...brain lacerated..yep i'm ready for war bring em on.
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I would never pass the physical...now let's see...cirocis of the liver...5-5 vision...heart failure...lungs blown...brain lacerated..yep i'm ready for war bring em on.
Still, if you went in for 100% organ donation, you would get a medal very quickly.
I once donated my organs to science,but they sent em back postage due.
They probably wonder who ordered all of the pickled meat that showed up that day.
Anyone for Donor Kebab - ?
You guys kill me,haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa...i'm on the floor stop it...haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!
I'm appalled by the idea of eating anything which has ever been inside Arr&bee.....:[[
I said science not the delli...unless you want an[arr&bee on a blt].
Dude, you're too generous. I'll bet you're dying to share your organs with somebody.
Hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe,jerry you're the new[stubass]hey stu we got the new you over here,this guy cracks me up.
Let's not go there, Jerry.... :rolleyes:
If Arr&bee opts to be an organ donor, ever goes on life support, and has someone describe him as a cabbage, at least the vegetarians will be eager for parts of him....
Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa a...that's it i'm out after that one...you guys are classic...a cabbage..haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! !!
I LOLed at that. Excellent jest, indeed.
They could have an R&BLT.
..yes and, if they're really strict about it, probably no butter on the bread. No fun in that...:[[
I can't imagine a sandwich that numbs your lips and makes you drunk after eating it. Having as much hooch as bread and bacon, I'm sure that's what you'd find. But that would be a great selling point for the R&BLT.
Aww you guys,a tribute sandwich...i'm misting up over here...i gotta do something nice for you,so the next items you buy wil be marked down[999%]above factory invoice.
You're all heart, Arr&bee. Cabbage Heart......
Are you trying to butter me up west??
You think I've been stalking you?
You can stalk me,if you got the cabbage.
Me and the others in the identity parade will certainly look very suspicious characters.....
Others???ok but they pay extra.
The idea is that you correctly identify the stalker from several people dressed alike, looking alike, and all carrying cabbages......
Why can't those lazy cabbages walk like everybody else.
They've had just about enough of being carted around in crates. Or maybe crated around in carts.
Who wouldn't? You don't want to provoke the cabbage or they'll turn green with envy, pack up their stuff, and leaf.
The tomatoes hate em so much they've turned red.
First they're green, then they're red. Those tomatoes sound like traffic lights....
Oh,what sound do traffic lights make???
The same as regular and menthol, I'd suppose. Although most people that I know smoke Kool Lights, which are relatively silent.
I've not smoked for 25 years. I have heard that a lot of people enjoy Kool Lights, but often wondered if that's just a lot of puff.
I wish my relatives could be as relatively silent.....
After years of learning to expect it, you should be able to tune it out by now. Just occasionally toss in a 'really?' or a 'yep' and they'll think that you're the best confidante they've found.
They actually do seem to think I'm one of the best confidantes they have....but most of them do it by text or email, not in person.
I try to give the best response I can, as soon as I can, in the time available....that is, of course, when I'm not fully engaged in communications on this very forum...LOL
Imagine that... I once worked as a grocery cashier and I think I was a good listener for a lot of customers. My line was often much longer than my peers' lines for some of my 'regular' customers wanting to stop and chat. It was cool at first because I'm a people person. But at some point, they started sharing with me a lot of personal things that made me realize that I was more than just 'Jerry the Grocery Clerk' to them. Things like problems at home and the deaths of people they'd told me about over the years of our associations. My heart was broken for them, not just because of their situations but because I didn't see them in the same way that they saw me.
To this day, I try to hold back just a little with people in professional relationships although I'm still the one from whom they seek honest advice. Sometimes hard or seemingly cold, I'm compelled to offer it when asked and for some reason, they're compelled to request it. Perhaps the thing that I miss the least since leaving my job last year is being involved in personal situations that at times appeared overwhelming. On the flip side, I miss it as much as the joy I got from being able to help someone, so perhaps I should change my screen name to 'Janus Oz'.
or B Oz.
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No shortage of characters around here....although a few might be dreaded at times.....
'Dreaded'? Are we talking about Rastafarian characters?
These anonymous onscreen words of ours are an effective disguise of who we are, how we really feel...and, keeping it absolutely real, how we actually look at the exact time we post our comments.
Rasta dreads will very likely feature, but would be no use for me. First I need some hair, and those good hair extensions are expensive......
My cousin Jodie wears her hair that way [[and looks quite beautiful, if I should proudly say). When I asked her why she chose dreadlocks, her face twisted and she told me that they were 'locks, not dreadlocks'. I was going to argue that since the people who named them were proud of the 'dread' part of the name, she was elitist and full of crap but chose not to go there that day. Was I wrong to hold that opinion?