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Outrageous but unsurprising: Canadian judge tosses case against guards who killed a woman for not wearing a mask Toronto hospital security guards killed a woman in March of 2020. For not pulling up a mask while suffering from breathing difficulties. [...] https://hotair.com/david-strom/2023/01/16/outrageous-but-unsurprising-canadian-judge-tosses-case-against-guards-who-killed-a-woman-for-not-wearing-a-mask-n524001

Scintillating Monday repartee, yawn man. -------- Thrilling Monday report, see man: Went to a Costco Business Center, first time man. Much the same as a regular Costco, observe we man. Came away with only 2 items more than the 2 that we'd gone in for, restrained we man. Best part was negligible customer traffic, relieved/unfrazzled we man. Lunch was onecan of beef stew, ingest we man. Siesta #1 was taken thereafter, zzz we man. Went a very long distance to Mini-B.'s basketball caucus with amigos, sojourn we man. No real need for us to have gone, not needed we man. Did confirm that Mini-B. was having lots of fun, sweaty wee man. On way back, stopped for giant carry-out 'roni 'za, order we man. As we left, saw the ex-Mrs.-T-B.-mobile with ex-she man, Mini-B., & amigos drive in, observe we man. Din-din was aforementioned 'roni 'za, ingest all but Many (2+1) slices we man. Siesta #2 thereafter, re-zzz we man. We do not want to involve the bathroom scale, overindulge we man. Miu sound asleep on Mini-B.'s bed for hours, zzz miu man. Wild party with the rubias commences imminently, uninhibited we man.

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This is good reading.

Would you like for the thread to be locked now that everything's resolved?

Isn't it illegal to collect this information? This obviously qualifies the Qualified as former slaves... uh... wait... By whose authority? In California, and in San Francisco in particular, one can bet on it.

I echo Powerpuff. Really appreciate the good news and the closure.

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The difference is that we remember only what's worthwhile to remember. Definition of the day: Gaslighting, n. - the act of striking a flame as intestinal gases are expelled from the butthole

Yet another not-Babylon-Bee story.

Free Man, another thought: You say that you just got promoted. That's great. However, YOUR job might end suddenly and without notice -- it happens all the time. In addition, even the best job can turn "toxic" when conditions change. How would you feel if your wife wanted to divorce YOU because of either circumstance?

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Here's part 2, worth a read.

Scintillating Sunday repartee, yawn man. ------- Thrilling Sunday report, see man: Mini-B.'s birthday weekend continues, participate we man. Mini-B. requested and received 2 PB*J sandwiches for breakfast, accommodating we man. *crunchy, good descendant man Lunched at a Chili's with the following in attendance, roster man: we, wee man, ex-Mrs.-T-B. man, Mama T-B., Cousin Mini- B., & Cousin T-B. from California, quorum man. Got there right at opening, open seating man. After confirming absence/exclusion of pico/cilantro, we had "Cajun Pasta," ingest we man. Cousin T-B. gave Mini-B. a book, probably for when wee man is older man. Mama T-B. gave Mini-B. $Many00, see below man. We gave Mini-B. the following, see man: -- a book, si man -- a basketball that displays psychedelic colors in certain light, delighted wee man -- 2 ball caps from "Mini-B.'s Machinery" in Missouri, delighted wee man We and Mini-B. modeled the caps to send fotos to the company, very cooperative they man. At the casa, Mini-B. extracted a promise from us, extract wee man from we man: "Will you hold my $Many00 so Mom doesn't take it and make it disappear, huh man?" We solemnly agreed, agreeable we man. Mini-B. went out to play with his new basketball, enthusiastic wee man. Came inside twice to wipe dust from it, protect special surface wee man. We napped while Mini-B. did virtual reality on his oculus, happy wee man. Once up, we watched some wild-card football, Two Guys activity man. Then watched AFV, Two Guys activity man. Up-packed Mini-B. for transfer to ex-Mrs.-T-B., end of Two Guys week man. Ex-Mrs.-T-B. had spent all week prepping a surprise at the casa, prep ex-she man. Ex-she man had split Mini-B.'s & Cousin Mini-B.'s beds into separate bedrooms, reorganize ex-she man. As usual with the decorating, ex-she man did a sensible & tasteful job, well-done ex-she man. An exhausted Mini-B. seemed to approve, approbation from tired wee man man. Amidst all this, we managed to conquer the Many (2+1) laundry loads and dish the warsher, domestic we man. Monday is a 2-hour basketball caucus at a sports place for Mini-B. + amigos, half a Manyzen committed man. Tuesday is Mini-B.'s actual birthday, spend in skool man. We conclude that the combined parental effort is fittingly celebratory for our little descendant, conclude we man.

Maybe she needs time to recover from a toxic job. Perhaps help her to find a low-stress part-time job, at least for now.

Blessings indeed -- the crowning achievement of a successful journey.

Why are you jumping this far ahead when marriage counseling is the next logical step?

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Take a look through Julie Kelly's columns on American Greatness -- it's there. www.amgreatness.com

It's Bush's Trump's fault.

If I were that teenager's father, I'd take violent physical measures to ensure that the whacko never showed up again.

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Sunday means time for our Official Weekly VAWA-Thread Joke: ============================================ NEW INCARNATION A man and his wife agreed that whichever of them died first would attempt to contact the other from the next world. The man died first. One evening, as the wife sat quietly reading, she heard her husband's voice. "Honey, is that you?" she exclaimed. "It is," said the voice. "You kept your promise! Tell me about the next world!" said the wife excitedly. "Well, the skies are blue, the clouds are white and fluffy, and I have all the green grass to eat that I could ever ask for." "Grass?" said the wife. "You never wanted to eat grass." "I know," said the voice. "But now I'm a bull in Montana!"