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Promote him to a higher position within the organization!

You're canceled, you heretic!

It's part of Taking Over The Institutions.

Why, both, of course. The third reason is so that the U.S. and world media will begin fawning over him consequent to his leadership prowess.

Sympathies. Bummer. And the question is, will the card be re-sent even if they hear from you. USCIS often (usually?) can't find either butt-cheek with both hands plus outside help... Hang in there.

You will learn about the Proper Care & Feeding of Husbands one day, LL ma'am.

Consult the mathematician in the immediate vicinity and let us hear how (un)well his analysis suits your claim, LL ma'am.

Biden Pledges to Secure Worker Pensions... in Ukraine https://redstate.com/mike_miller/2023/02/19/biden-pledges-to-secure-worker-pensions-in-ukraine-n705612

And you complain about "dad jokes," huh LL ma'am? My friend was dreaming about multicolored hogs, but his shrink told him that they were merely pigments of his imagination.

1 in 45,000 That was the (pre-vaccine) Covid death risk for people under 50 - not 30, 50, and including people with severe comorbidities. Aren't you glad we shut down the world! [...] https://alexberenson.substack.com/p/1-in-45000

Disgraced Don Lemon Is Melting Down... and It Is Glorious Sometimes we miss it when wonderful things happen. We're all so busy going about our day that we fail to see the beauty of life right before our eyes. Sure, we can always look back and smile, but that's not the same as embracing and enjoying it in real-time, and in real-time, Don Lemon is destroying his disgraced career. So, I thought it was important to point that out so we can share this moment together. [...] https://www.breitbart.com/entertainment/2023/02/17/nolte-disgraced-don-lemon-is-melting-down-and-it-is-glorious/

Good. Chickens coming home to roost, one can hope.

Honestly, I waffle about his "worst-ever" status myself.

And we need to pop more hallucinatory drugs in order to keep believing that this might ever happen.

The U.S. consular officer at the Casablanca consulate who will conduct the eventual visa interview. Part of this consists of reviewing your submitted materials beforehand and getting a good idea of how "bona fide" your relationship is.

What a super feeling for you. Report again when you're safely on U.S. turf.

Scintillating Sunday repartee, yawn man. --------- Thrilling Sunday report, see man: Prepped for Mama T-B.'s birthday party, prep we man. Retrieved Mama T-B., up-pick senior she we man. Party co-hosted by Cousinettes T-B., 2 different cousinettes man. Just the right number of attendees (specifically, Many) to avoid overcrowding, perfect number man. Mini-B., ex-Mrs.-T-B., and Cousin Mini-B. were there, all Many man. Breakfast/lunch/din-din was one heaping plate of excellent party-food, ingest we man. Had to struggle not to fall into postprandial nap, fight zzz we man. We know approximately when Mama T-B. tires of parties, know we senior she man. We suggested leaving at precisely the right time, prescient we man. Returned Mama T-B. to residence, return we man senior she man. Returned to casa and ministered to demanding miu, treats and first din-din man. Warshered laundry, launder we man. Deeply zzz'd for over an hour, highly necessary zzz man. Dished the warsher, domestic we man. Baked laundry, domestic we man. Up-picked Mini-B., Two Guys week man. Recited the "We're Two Guys" mantra in British, hilarious man. Watched AFV, Two Guys tradition man. Basketballed on back patio with Mini-B., motivated wee man. Folded laundry, domestic we man. De-dished the warsher, domestic we man. Mini-B. completely out-zonked, exhausted wee man. Hoping for a great Two Guys week, si man.

Prayers for you, her, and baby, LB ma'am.

[T-B. bows in fake modesty] All because of the incredible effectiveness of our weekly and semiweekly official jokes!

Schizoid Saturday report, see man: What a (first half of) day, egad man. At half-of-half-past 2 a.m., we heard a crash downstairs, oh brother man. Miu had knocked over and broken something that someone was coming to buy in mere hours, man. We admonished miu and searched frantically for repair supplies, not particularly well-stocked we man. We found ONE tube of SuperGlue, a small paintbrush, and a noncongealed can of walnut stain, wow man. The glue was wholly inadequate, humongously heavy object man. The stain was passably adequate but wasn't going to dry in time, si and no man. We did our best and resolved to arise at o'dark-thirty to summon aid, truncated zzz for we man. We arose after Many (2+1) hours of zzz, impaired we man. Our repair-savior was sleeping in, zzz he man. We managed to put off potential buyer for an hour, good man. She then wanted to reschedule for afternoon because of a casa emergency, even better man. Repair was made, Gorilla Glue man. After letting it hardening for several hours, we thought that it would hold man. However, buyer never contacted us back or responded to inquiry, no man. We suspect that, at best, she was exhausted and frazzled, hope that's all we man. If she out-flaked, we shall have to search for a new buyer, man. Note, see man: The above would never happen and has never happened with ANY Pre-Owned Toilet Seat*, unbreakable construction man. *order yours today, si man Lunch was a few spoonfuls of Costco chicken salad straight from the tub, ingest we man. We went out briefly, to Post Office, kids' resale place, and worthless GS, venturous we man. Resale place took several of Mini-B.'s clothes, about half of the small batch brought man. We made $Many ($2+2+1) + half-of-half a buck, successful Business Typhoon we man. At casa, napped for a highly necessary hour, zzz needy we man. Spent rest of day cooling our heels in awaiting noncontact from buyer, waste of time man. Din-din was toucans of Chef B. Beefaroni + 2 Aldi "everything" bagels, ingest we man. Party with the rubias in full gear at this writing, SWAT Team poised outside man. On Sunday is Mama T-B.'s Many'th birthday brunch, chauffeur senior she we man.

Addendum for clarity: "no more than a couple of texts/photos in addition to hard proof of meeting (airline tickets, passport stamps, shared hotel reservations...)."

The Philippines is just about the only developing country where the U.S. consulate metaphorically hands out visas like candy. I see no need for you to include more than a couple of texts and a few photos together. Your recent meeting satisfies that requirement. When you file the I-129F petition, read carefully, interpret literally, and answer completely and accurately. In addition, become an "A" student of the entire immigration process.

This is good. When she's finally ready to return, get another letter with a fresh date on it (with translation into English, if necessary), and present it at the port of U.S. entry if she's questioned about her lengthy absence.

I think that both of you fellows will take a hit, but you'll end up being fine. "That which does not kill us makes us stronger." Repeat that to yourselves, and it will help.

Oh, boy -- Sunday! Time for our hilarious and eagerly awaited Official Weekly VAWA-Thread Joke: ========================================== LITTLE JOHNNY IS FASCINATED The teacher asked her class to use the word "fascinate" in a sentence. Molly put up her hand and said, "My family went to my granddad's farm, and we all saw his pet sheep. It was fascinating." The teacher said, "That was good, Molly, but I wanted you to use the word 'fascinate,' not 'fascinating.'" Caroline raised her hand and said, "My family went to see New York City and I was fascinated." The teacher sighed and said, "Well, that was good, Caroline, but I wanted you to use the word 'fascinate.'" Little Johnny raised his hand. The teacher knew that he was a troublemaker, but she was desperate to finish this lesson, and she decided that in no way could he damage the word "fascinate." She called on him. Johnny said, "My aunt Martha has a sweater with ten buttons, but her breasts are so big, she can only fasten eight!" The teacher sat down and cried.