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It's Wednesday, and thus time for our Semiofficial Semiweekly VAWA-Thread Joke: =========================================== BLIND MAN GOES PARACHUTING A blind man was describing his favorite sport -- parachuting. When asked how this was accomplished, he said that things were all done for him. "I am placed in the door and told when to jump. My hand is placed on my release ring for me, and out I go." "But how do you know when you are going to land?" he was asked. "Well, I have a very keen sense of smell, and I can smell the trees and grass when I am 300 feet from the ground," he answered. "But how do you know when to lift your legs for your final arrival on the ground?" he was asked again. "Oh, THAT?" he said. "The dog’s leash goes slack."

Thrilling Tuesday report, see man: Zzz'd soundly until alarm, wonderful injected HSM man. Breakfasted/skoolbused Mini-B., quite timely wee man for once man. Our breakfast was pre-cooked fried eggs nuked to warmth, ingest we man. Siesta unsuccessful, too-caffeinated we man man. Weekly rainwater newspaper contained only BK coupons, no Subway for Many (2+1) months man. Discovered further trouble with Mini-B.'s next-year skool courses, man. Fortunately, Skool Kounsler available for caucus, caucus we man with she man man. Took "only" an hour-plus that we couldn't spare, man. Did other admin work, cash out Uncle T-B.'s matured CD we man. This took "only" an hour that we couldn't spare, man. Finally visited Mama T-B., visit we man senior she man man. She is not happy about our trip Wed-Sun, no man. We tried to up-clean the disasters committed by incompetent staff since Monday, man. Finally got a check in the mail, unacceptably delinquent payment for POTS* order man. *buy yours today, si man! Took it to bank amid gridlocked after-skool traffic, man. Then went to Uncle T-B.'s recycle bins to look for Subway coupons, none there either man. Subway will get no intentional business from us until they regain their senses, man. Mini-B. wanted BK** for din-din, accommodate wee man we man. **bought WUOC, F$WM No movie night, skool hoamwurk and pre-tripping duties man. We finally out-cleaned the back seat of the T-B.-mobile, untouched since June*** man. ***when Mama T-B. went down, sigh man We also updated our envelope of fast-food coupons, necessary man. The only valid ones are BK & Popeyes, what is going on with restaurateurs' common sense man?! We also paid bills, man. We still haven't packed a thing, no pack we man. We must create a "Miu Care" sheet for Miu T-B., fear disaster we man. Mini-B. will treat his sister as though she were his cute orange son, not similar mius at all man. Ex-Mrs.-T-B. will either mail it in or forget about it entirely, know ex-she man we man man. We will return to a starving, aysheep miu, almost Many00% certain we man. No party with the rubias tonight, no cavort we man. Wednesday duties as described, q.v. above man. And that was/is our thrilling Tuesday, report we man.

LPoP and unread, no see we man mam ma'am. However, further to Google Maps, we tried unmuting in the app, going to the stupid muted speaker, clicking, and hitting volume up, zero effect man.

Depends whether one begins drinking immediately and heavily after injection, si and *hic* man.

VJ is a great resource. One overlooked part of the satisfaction is being able to fill in that very last line in your VJ profile.

That's government for you...

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Woo-hoo! Be sure to report on it.

Wonderful! Congratulations.

Thrilling Monday report, see man: Breakfasted/skoolbused Mini-B., groggy Two Guys man. Attempted Siesta #1 but too caffeinated, we man. Breakfast was several tablespoonsful of Costco potato salad, still edible and ingest we man. Went to Urgent Care within an hour before noon, avoid morning rush we man. We still had to wait over one hour + half an hour in the lobby, wait we man. Then we had to wait about an hour in the exam room, wait we man. But it's always worth seeing UC doc, wonderful she man. She is so different from our regular doc, listens and open-minded man. In short, she shot us up in Many (2+1) -- si man, Many (2+1) -- places, heavenly man. She shot up one butt-cheek with steroid, shoot we man she man man. She shot up the other butt-cheek with half the kill-painer, half-shoot we man she man man. She shot our actual trigger point with the other half of the kill-painer, half-shoot we man she man man. She did say that she couldn't guarantee that the last would help, forthright she man man. However, we think that it did, si so far man. We were able to walk normally all day thereafter, bless modern medicine man. Only restriction was no drink-beering for several hours, might spring leak from injection holes man. By now, it was half-past 2 p.m., another all-day UC experience man. Went straight to Mama T-B., pester senior she man we man man. Lunch was half of a ham-&-cheese sandwich, ingest we man. Did a couple of things, got somewhat yelled at man. Mama T-B. wants all numbers, balances, phones, & log-ins for her many accounts, but understandable man. After hourlong visit, went to nearby Aldi to grocery for Uncle T-B., needy senior he man man. Got most of the stuff for $Many, deal man. Went to legacy supermarket for the few remaining items, which cost almost $Many, ridiculous man. Uncle T-B. grateful, grateful senior he man man. We told him that we had to blow in & out, desperately behind time we man. He kept thinking of other little stuff to ask us, man. And why do old people always keep their casas at Many,000,000 degrees Kelvin, huh man? Mini-B. was already at the casa, de-skoolbused wee man man. We texted him of our imminent arrival, si man. He lobbied for carry-out din-din, out of our way and heavy traffic man. When we arrived, we discovered that he had indeed fed miu, job for rest of week man. Din-din was shepherd's pie from Aldi, ingest Two Guys man. Dessert was cheaps + Costco salsa, ingest Two Guys man. Movie night was 2 YouTube videos about basketball statistics, actually rather interesting man. Two bowls of Costco popcorn were consumed, ingest Two Guys man. This week is hosed, so no popcorn quota shall be enforced, OK man. Skool opened "parent verification" for Mini-B.'s next-year skool course choices, response solicited man. They gave Mini-B. everything we'd requested except for one unacceptable substitution, forget it man. We had to submit a change form, OK man. This form was the most ilitrit thing we'd ever read, "Type choosen course and than pick alternate" man. We wrote skool counselor with offer to help with it, ghastly man. No party with the rubias tonight, no cavort we man. Must visit Mama T-B. with account poop, "don't you DARE text or e-mail it man" man. (We'll probably have done it wrong and will be ordered to return to casa to redo it, then return man.) Must do everything else pre-trip, unsure we'll remember everything or have time man. And that was/is our thrilling Monday, report we man.

Something is broken, si mam ma'am. Despite all efforts and instructions from ChatGPT, Google Map directions don't talk to us, silent man. We hate using it because we have to keep taking our eyes from the road to see what's next, unsafe man. And phones should not be flashlights too, old-fashioned we man. So write a novel about that, si mam ma'am. English-only outside the regional forums, si mam ma'am! Fizzicle therapy and in-casa exercises can mitigate it, si mam ma'am. This was confirmed by urgent-care doc, see Thrilling Monday report man. That depends where the blinds are located within Manyager's room, see mam ma'am. We prefer banging on the door and yelling, si man. Furthermore, miu would probably dash into Mini-B.'s room and get stranded or ensconced, protect miu we man. Actually, Standard Time is dumb, seemingly agree we man and mam ma'am man. , mam ma'am! Year of ditching precised, si and see and mam ma'am. But we vehemently agree, si mam ma'am.

Few of Mama T-B.'s batteries were dead, boon man. However, when we out-cleaned her casa, we found the following, see man: 1. Most of her pens were dead, sigh man. 2. Without exception, ALL of her paper clips were rusted, sigh man. Many. Nearly Many00% of her rubber bands snapped under slight pressure, brittle man. We find it mysterious why the elderly are so concerned about batteries, wonder we man. Perhaps it's fizzicle inability to reach clocks or fear of running out of batteries, huh man? Then, if Walmart is jammed upon first opening, why kill yourself arising at o'dark-Many when you could go at a more reasonable jammed time, huh man?

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