Thrilling Wednesday report, see man:
No word from skoolbus stoopervisor or DiRectum of Transpurtayshun, man.
Miu normal-level quiescence, but night is young man.
Arose early to prep to take Uncle T-B. to doctor, routine fizzicle exam man.
Uncle T-B. was lost in space, Many years old senior he man man.
Got to see Nooser Practitioner, very good she man man.
Uncle T-B.'s blood labs are those of a Many-year-old ([2x2x2x2 + 2x2x2]-year-old), phenomenal man.
He lost another Manyzen pounds, unsure how but not a health concern man.
His A1c went from Many.Many to Many.0, amazing and no longer on diabetic red line man.
We will try to get him to a vascular specialist, chronic lymphadema/cellulitis man.
Uncle T-B. took us to lunch, our choice man.
Went to Olive Garden, lunch specials F$WM.
We had bean soup* and chicken parm, ingest we man.
*waiter offered us a second bowl, so ingest tubowls we man
Uncle T-B. had Many-cheese ([2+2+1]-cheese) ravioli, ingest most he man.
We finished his last 2 raviolis, ingest we man.
This was breakfast/lunch/din-din, over-ingest we man.
We just weighed ourself, and we are fully Many (2x2x2 +1) pounds worse than last week, man.
We are going to have to do something serious, NO out-ingesting and NO mindless snacking man.
Walgreens filled 2 Rx's during this time, drop Uncle T-B. at casa then retrieve then return we man.
Idiots began refilling ALL his Rx's, not necessary NOW because mere reauthorizations for later man.
We then spent an hour installing Adguard on Uncle T-B.'s computer, infested with pop-ups man.
He also had nearly a Many,000 spam e-mails and almost that many in Trash, delete all we man.
During all this, Mama T-B. was aysheep because she thought her phones weren't ringing right, man.
Returned to casa for a siesta, much-needed zzz man.
Mini-B. quietly crept in & out of the casa during this, considerate wee man man.
Ex-Mrs.-T-B. visited Mama T-B. to nail-clip and out-straighten her phone, successful and unsuccessful respectively man.
Mama T-B. called us in evening to discuss this at length and nag us about her taxes, what did she think we were trying to do when she called to interrupt man.
We got most of Uncle T-B.'s taxes uploaded for CPA, one piece remaining man.
As ever, we have one CPA per month to handle each month of POTS sales activity, $ucce$$ful Bu$ine$$ Typhoon we man.
We predict that, once again, our net income from POTS sales will be $Many,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000, $ucce$$ful Bu$ine$$ Typhoon we man.
No party with the rubias tonight, no cavort we man.
On Thursday, we must itinerary the weekend's GSs/ESs, itinerary we man.
We should also visit Costco Business Center, items needed man.
And that was/is our thrilling Wednesday, report we man.