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You're about to lose sleep over this for little reason. Hand your erratum sheet to the officer, first thing. Situation solved.

Our jokes are really effective (see above)! Accordingly, here's our Semiofficial Semiweekly VAWA-Thread Joke: ================================== PUNNY THOUGHTS I saw a theft at an Apple store, so that makes me an iWitness. I'm Buzz Aldrin, second man to step on the moon. Neil before me! To the person who stole my laptop with my copy of Microsoft Office on it: I will find you. You have my Word! To the person who stole my glasses: I will find you. I have contacts. To the person who stole my place in line: I'm after you now! To the person who stole my limbo stick: That was a new low. To the person who stole my dictionary: I have no words. To the person who stole my bed: I won't rest until I find you. To the person who stole my depression medication: I hope you're happy now. To the person who stole my case of energy drinks: I hope you can't sleep at night. To the person who stole my power steering: I just can't handle it.

Nigel Farage says 'It's time I was in charge' as Tory defections to Reform UK mount Every year, Nigel Farage claims his populist movement is about to destroy the Conservative Party and remake British politics. The thing is, he might be right this time. "This is the biggest set of elections between now and the next general election, and it could be a very, very pivotal moment," Farage told the Washington Examiner in an exclusive interview, referring to upcoming local elections. Farage, the architect of Brexit turned leader of Reform U.K., has seen his support surge while Prime Minister Keir Starmer and his Labour Party suffer historically unprecedented levels of disapproval. Meanwhile, the usual benefactors of Labour's demise, the Conservative Party, are being picked off one by one by Reform as it looks to supplant them as the true party of the British right. [...] https://www.washingtonexaminer.com/news/world/4438744/nigel-farage-in-charge-tory-defections-reform-mount/

The World's Deadliest Wild Cat Is the Size of a Kitten and Equally Adorable If you were a gerbil or a small bird in the deserts of southern Africa, you'd likely spend your nocturnal hours fearing the African black-footed cat — or the Felis nigripes, if we're being technical — a vicious killer with night vision and incredible hearing abilities, capable of targeting its prey with exceptional accuracy. But as a human, you'd be forgiven for wanting to snuggle up to this miniature menace (after all, people aren't on its menu). It turns out that the world's deadliest cat might also be in the running for the cutest, with its tiny stature, round face, and curious eyes. Make no mistake, though: Despite weighing between just 2 and 6 pounds (less than most housecats), this is no passive pussycat. [...] https://nicenews.com/environment/world-deadliest-wild-cat-size-kitten/

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Country-specific thread is moved from the K-1 Process forum to the Mexico/Latin/South America regional forum.

Yee-HAAAAA! [Note to T-B.'s self: Jokes worked again... jokes worked again... ] Let us know when it happens, and give us a full report! Your gracious words and sincere appreciation will make all contributors here feel good, and you give hope to everyone who's still waiting.

Thrilling Tuesday report, see man: It was not a bad day, one of the very few such recently man. Miu was not particularly active, but the wee hours loom, nocturnal miu man. Awoke before alarm, we man. Looked out window and saw rain, How Dry We Aren't man. We were VERY fortunate that the casa-painting was all done on Monday, relieved we man. Went out to collect weekly rainwater newspapers, see if Subway coupons therein man. Most were soaked, and all were without Subway coupons, wait till next week we man. Intended to hit Mama T-B.'s taxes but got sidetracked researching CD rates, still some over Many% APY man. Lunch was onecan of Chunky split pea + ham soup, ingest we man. A siesta was then taken, mostly successful zzz we man. Visited Mama T-B. for nearly 2 hours, visit we man senior she man man. That entire time, we did not make her yell or cry, mirabile dictu et visu man. Returned to casa to find skoolbused Mini-B. chillaxing, chillaxed wee man man. He again mentioned approval of the casa's colors, endorsement man. He ingested an impressive amount of snacks, must restock already we man man. Ex-Mrs.-T-B. actually showed up to retrieve Mini-B., retrieve ex-she man wee man man. As stated, she was highly impressed with the casa's colors, no more ridicule or lectures man. We pointed out that Many (2+1) of her Many (2+2) tyres need replacing, not on chica radar man. No word all day from skoolbus stoopervisor or from DiRectum of Transpurtayshun, no and no man. Maybe the latter has delegated it to underlings, not willing to bet on that one just yet we man. Din-din was toucans of Chunky chicken noodle soup, ingest we man. We were inflicted with an OPIOID crisis, Other People's Infernal Oak leaves Infesting our Driveway man. We off-blew said leaves, leaf us alone man. At half-of-half till Many (2x2x2) p.m., we decided to Costco, finally some sales on din-din items man. We first stopped at Uncle T-B.'s complex, root through recycle bins for Subway coupons we man. There were no Subway coupons there either, we man. We then Costco'd, Costco we man. Many (2x2x2) p.m. is the only sensible time to Costco, miss the rush man. All but one item that we got was on sale/special, F$WM. We found a couple of other desired items also on sale, F$WM. We gassed the thirsty T-B.-mobile, such a gas man. Precisely when we T-B.-mobiled away, it began to monsoon, cold front man. Timing Is Everything, conclude we man. Miu involved herself in investigating our purchases, investigatory miu man. There were many positives on Tuesday, see in review man: 1. The casa-painting was finished before the rain/monsoon, si man. 2. The casa windows muffled the rain sounds, si man. Many. We did not make Mama T-B. yell or cry, no man. Many. The curbsided paint is gone without incident, bye man. Many. Mini-B. & ex-Mrs.-T-B. are satisfied with the casa's colors, si and si man. Many. We had no wet oak leaves all over our pavement, blow them off we man. Many. Costco-ing was highly $ucce$$ful, F$WM. On Wednesday, we must chauffeur Uncle T-B. to doctor, si man. His lab results would make a Manyager envious, utterly amazing man. He will give us last 10ManyMany-INT form needed for his taxes, finally arrived man. Afterward, we should visit Costco Business Center, remaining items plus there-only items man. We must apply ourself to Mama T-B.'s taxes, quite complex man. And that was/is our thrilling Tuesday, report we man.

Gracias, mam ma'am. Ex-Mrs.-T-B. saw them today and was quite impressed, big relief man. Whole first floor, si mam ma'am. Before us, some owner had painted them white, certainly before the HOA banned the painting of bricks, timing is everything man. The white has gotten a little faded or dirty, but the new colors help somehow, conclude we man and ex-Mrs.-T-B. man mam ma'am. We had all of this, too, si mam ma'am -- out of style, hard to clean/easy to dirty, and rather ugly, si man. We did this, too, si mam ma'am. Windows are like Andersen but under the contractor-only label, which we can't recall, si and no man. P-Math error precised, see and si and naughty mam ma'am man. We have solid-wood double doors, si man, with only 2 peepholes, see man. We dislike glass on doors in case of breakage by criminals or hurricanes, reason we man. We don't disagree with your choice of style at all, no mam ma'am. We have no data yet on either of these, no man. The positive difference is stark, si mam ma'am! We couldn't even hear it rain for these last 2 days, no man. Nor could we hear the garbage trucks passing outside*, no man. *however, this is sometimes handy to hear, timing is everything man Actually, we have never bought paint of any kind anywhere, come to think of it man. These were either left over from previous owners or VERY early purchases by then-Mrs.-T-B., surmise we man. We were perplexed by some of the white shades/textures and the many various cans of furniture stain, huh man. Nor technically are we, no mam ma'am. The smaller cans went inside a plastic bag, heavy but fit nicely man. This bag went into our wheeled curbsided bin, si man. The larger cans went carefully upright into bin bottom, si man. Bins are mechanically lifted into top of garbage truck, si man. Drivers have mirrors focused there to see whether anything is still falling out, conclude we man. Even if they noticed the paint cans at last moment, nothing they could do about it, see but no man. This is how we formed our reasoning, efficient we man. And nothing spilled or stank inside our ultimately de-curbsided empty bin, gratified we man.

What you say, and "anything to harm/not help Trump." Vitriolic TDS. Let's hope that Pres. Trump trumpets this during the State of the Union speech and at every other opportunity.

Avoid filing on what you think is precisely the 90th day; wait a couple or a few days longer. Folks have had their papers rejected because they miscalculated and ultimately filed "too early."

Do what OldUser says. Proactive correction is always positive and appreciated.

Yee-HAAAAA! (That's Texan for "Congratulations!") Printed from your phone, or (wow) were you allowed to bring your phone in?

Thanks for creating the thread! I'll edit the title slightly, for clarity. The timing of this phase aside, it's definitely the easiest in most instances... and most important. A small-yet-satisfying benefit at the end is to fill in the final box of your VJ timeline.

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