Scam?
Can someone please tell me about the guy that was scamming. Cause I don’t know about the guy that was scamming.
So, that guy who was scamming? He was totally scamming.
Thanks for the tip, curiousite!
Want a Not.A.Lion t-shirt AND a Llama-nun's Prayer mug? How about a Cat Math mousepad? Of course you do!
All are now available as t-shirts and other things! (The llamanun mugs contain the YSaC group prayer on the back.)
| WordPress Hates Me – A Novel Approach on YSaC, Vol. 573: The nacho cheese fountain finally has some competition. […] we come to the part that WordPress hates. My long-time attachment to a humor blog called You Suck at… | |
| 2794: The pale rider saga – Chapter 2 part 2 | Library of the Damned on Vol. 273: Miss Teen South Carolina sells furniture, y’all! […] Ah, the good ol’ dinning table. […] | |
 | bianchisound on YSaC, Vol CXCII In case anyone ever checks. I just saw this ad and missed everyone here. Enjoy! https://lasvegas.craigslist.org/pho/d/nellis-afb-womans-feet/7164431024.html |
 | Decelerate Spoon on YSaC, Vol. 1800: So long, and thanks for all the bees. Wow, it’s amazing to finally find this site. I’d say I’m late in getting here, but I know I’m right… |
| Decelerate Spoon on YSaC, Vol. 1243: A little hard of herring. I thought this joke smelt, but this guy really knew how to drop the bass. And it flopped around everywhere… |
“Scam in the place where you work
Think about the money
Wonder why you haven’t now”
Hmmm, what rhymes with”jail” … “fail.” Yeah, that lyric won’t work.
EARWORM!! One of my then-young daughter’s FAVORITE songs of all time.
If you are confused, maybe just dumb,
Post it on Craigslist, to help you along.
You want to know ’bout that guy and the scam,
But your ad’s so vague, it looks just like spam.
So… scam (SCAM!) etc, etc
– Alice (got my spine, got my orange crush…)
The guy who was scamming?
Yeah, that guy.
Oh, yeah…he was the guy who went to the place and did or saw that thing, right?
I think that’s the one!
Yeah, wow, that was really messed up wasn’t it?
What was?
They guy, the place, that thing…
What about the scam? Do you know about it?
Oh, yeah I know all about it…it was…wow, it was something.
Really?
Yeah, thank your lucky stars you weren’t there. It was a scam to end all scams.
Whew! Sounds like I dodged a bullet.
You sure did.
Thanks.
That thing you did?
I saw it.
Wasn’t me.
There are Polaroids that say differently.
Nope, it wasn’t me.
(anyone else channeling an OLD Eddie Murphy stand-up routine at this point? no…okay then)
“I looked right in your face.”
“Wasn’t me.”
“… maybe it wasn’t you.”
That was from Raw. Love it.
“Who you gonna believe, me or your lyin’ eyes?”
That’s it!! LOL! Funny I could remember a good deal of the routine, which frankly was him saying “wasn’t me”, but couldn’t remember the name of the video.
He was an angry man back then. And funny. LOL
CJ — you know that “what’s on YouTube stays on YouTube”. It doesn’t lie.
SJ, best not to take photos while in the box. Sorry.
I’m where now?
:looks at box:
… I’ll be in my bunker.
I guess we won’t know until we find out.
Seriously…this is starting to sound like a Seinfeld episode.
Not that there’s anything wrong with that.
No
hard onsoup for you!!Isn’t there a Seinfeld episode about EVERYthing? (Same with the Simpsons, I think…) Then, couldn’t everything sound like a Seinfeld episode?
What if you ARE a Seinfeld episode?
I’d want my cut of the box set profits.
By clicking this link, YOU TOO can now be your very own episode of Seinfeld!
I’ll gladly tell you about the guy who was scamming, for a small fee, payable by Western Union.
Sounds legit. Just let me send this wire transfer to Nigeria and I’ll get right on it!
Just click on the link first.
Ooh … I may already have won a billion dollars! And an Xbox!
I can finally buy that island made out of solid gold ponies I’ve always wanted!
After you sign up for 2 out of 5 of these magazines listed.
And this mortgage for $700,000 with monthly payments of only $19.95, which you may be able to pay for if you go back to school – find out if you are eligible now by clicking on an ad with a photo of a completely random person.
Psh, forget those schmucks. The Brooklyn Bridge can be yours today! Now, normally I only sell my bridges for 5 easy payments of $19.99, but for you, I do special deal: 4 easy payments of $29.99!
Scam all the things!
So that would be;
Thing 1
Thing 2
Swamp Thing
The Thing
VW Thing
Thing from Another World
Wild Thing
Miss Thing
Do the Right Thing
The Play’s the Thing
Thingamabob
Thingamajig
Thingadoodle
Not that Thing, the other Thing,
and also just
Thing [chez Addams].
Pecil!
Detritus!
RUMBA!
Oh, wait, that’s not one of our memes.
Misjay!
ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER!ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER!
ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER!ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER!ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER!ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER!ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER!ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER!ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER!ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER!ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER!ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER!ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER!ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER!ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER!ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER!ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER!ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER!ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER!ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER!ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER!ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER!ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER! ROOFER!
It is now!
Sounds to me like someone is looking for ideas. Sure beats getting a job.
I don’t know about the guy, but the scam? Yeah, I know all about that. It started with the girl, and she was totally scamming everyone.
I heard she scammed their brains out.
She must be a zombie.
She prefers “living-impaired”.
This one guy? She scammed him TWICE!
DO NOT READ THIS.
Sparky was a down on his luck scam artist who never thought he could make it big. Then he met her: the Princess of Nigeria.
Blah blah blah, scam scam scam, story story story, drama drama drama, all your social security are belong to us, happily ever after.
You will be kissed by your one true love tonight if you post a video of yourself doing the Chicken Dance (jazz hands optional) on YouTube and pass it on to 5 friends by midnight tonight. If you don’t you will be forever haunted by a stuffed hawk.
What, pass on the story? What do you think I am, some kind of schlemiel?
A stuffed hawk? I thought that if you don’t pass it along to 12 of your best friends, gypsies will take your first-born and you’ll make Jesus cry and the angels won’t love you anymore.
Is that a promise?
*does not pass it on*
Note: No actual children were hurt or injured or abused or otherwise involved in this ad at all, as I have no children whatsoever, and definitely not a firstborn – and I’m not one of those people who thinks her cat is her child. But the last thing I would want today is the responsibility of children, so I’m just making sure.
I have a girl-crush on you now, mudsy.
What have you got?
Well, there’s egg and bacon, egg sausage and bacon.
Egg and scam.
Egg, bacon and scam.
Egg, bacon, sausage and scam.
Scam, bacon, sausage and scam.
Scam, egg, scam, scam, bacon and scam.
Scam, sausage, scam, scam, scam, bacon, scam tomato and scam.
Scam, scam, scam, egg and scam.
Scam, scam, scam, scam, scam, scam, baked beans, scam, scam, scam and scam.
Scam, scam, scam, scam!
Scam, scam, scam, scam!
Have you got anything without scam?
No scam? Blleeech!
Could I have the egg, bacon, scam, and sausage, but without the scam?
Actually, can I have her scam instead of the baked beans?
I will not scam, Guy That Scams.
Can I have my egg now?
I do not like green eggs and scam.
I do not like them, Scam I am.
I like cheese.
“Oh, yes,” said Mug into the the receiver. “Yes, I know all about him what did the scam.”
“You do?” asked the voice on the other end in a tone that managed to sound wide-eyed.
“Indeed I do, my friend. Indeed I do.”
“Would you tell me about him?”
Mug leaned back in his swivel chair, which let out a protesting squeak of its hinges, as he crooked the phone between shoulder and ear. “I could,” he said, drawing out the word as though hesitantly mulling it over, weighing important pros and cons involved in such a risky decision.
“Well,” the caller said at length. “Will you? Please?”
Mug let out a dramatic sigh infused with the world-weariness of one who had been shouldering the burden of secrecy well beyond his capacity to do so. “Very well. Perhaps it is time someone else knows, too — but you must promise me that you will never tell another soul, not even to save your life, do you understand me?”
“I promise!” the attenuated voice on the other end replied enthusiastically, reminding him of nothing so much as a child promising to go straight to sleep after a bedtime story.
“Very well,” Mug said again. He cleared his throat and took a deep breath, as one does before launching into a tale. “I never got his real name, for such is the nature of the scammer, nor did I ever meet him. He simply called himself Slappy, and we only ever talked on the phone and through the E-Mail.”
Mug shifted position in his chair, rotating the seat so he had an angle to put his feet up on the desk. “Slappy was a charming fellow, there’s no doubt about that. He had a way about him, a soothing, friendly voice, sparkling wit, a real confidence builder. When he spoke, you could practically see what tie he was wearing. Smooth as an oiled sausage, he was, and just as slippery. He had a way of never really answering your questions, instead rephrasing them and asking them of you instead — and by golly, you found yourself answering them, too, as if you never asked ’em to begin with. It wasn’t until much later you’d realize that every time you tried to bite into his conversational bun, he squirted out the other end, yet somehow it didn’t seem that important. Got into your head, Slappy did, and started frolicking in the noodles.”
“So then what happened?” the caller asked eagerly into the gap.
Mug took a moment to clamp a pipe between his teeth and light it with a wooden match — the only proper way to light a pipe. He took a couple of puffs and savored the sweet aroma for a moment before continuing. “Whelp, he had a story to tell, see, ‘cos words were goin’ round, people were sayin’ things, askin’ questions, and he needed to set things straight. So it was that over the course o’ the next twenty odd minutes, he told me his story. It wasn’t anything tragic, really, just some unfortunate misunderstandings, bad timing and a besmirching of his good name as a result — I’m sure you understand, everyone goes through that at least once. I understood, and I told him so. He was relieved to find someone he could talk to, explain his situation to, and gain the sort of trust he thought he’d never be able to find again. But that’s how I am, you see, I give everybody a chance.”
The lapse in story seemed to confuse the caller. “But … what happened? How did he scam you?”
“Ahh,” Mug said, gesturing in the air with his pipe. “That was the clever thing. His story was really just part of the scam. I had initially contacted him to do a bit of business, but felt the need to question him about the things that were being said about him before I decided whether or not to proceed. Once I was satisfied of his unfortunate situation and was confident that it would not interfere in our dealings, we got down to some business, which involved numerous negotiations and callbacks.”
Again, Mug lapsed into a provocative silence. “So … then what?” the caller asked.
“Well, the deal never did get nailed down, you see. Somehow we never managed to come to an amicable agreement and could not proceed any further. I was disappointed, but having not given him any money, I wasn’t suspicious. It wasn’t until near the end of the month when the true nature of our failed dealings came to light in the form of a $2,000 phone bill. As he had always managed to get me to call him back, I was utterly unaware that I was calling one of those commercial phone numbers that charges you ridiculous per-minute amounts. That’s when I knew I was had.”
“But … couldn’t the phone company do something about it?” the voice on the other end asked.
“Oh, no. They wouldn’t budge. I initiated the calls, and they said that whether or not I knew I was calling a fee-based number was a matter for me and the one who got me to call it to work out. Obviously by the time I called that number back, it had been disconnected.”
“Golly,” the caller said in wonder. “That must have been awful.”
“It was certainly a hardship,” Mug replied, nodding.
“Wow,” the caller exclaimed. “Well, I certainly hope they catch the guy.”
“Me too, my friend,” Mug said hopefully, “Me too.”
“Now,” the caller said, switching gears. “About that unblubler you had for sale.”
“Ah yes,” Mug said. “To business. I’ll tell you what, I have to run out for a bit to run some urgent errands that I’m overdue for as a result of telling this story, but I should be back in, oh, say, two hours? Why not give me a call back then and we can discuss this further?”
“Sure, that would be great!” the caller said. “I guess I will talk to you in two hours. Oh, by the way, I didn’t catch your name.”
“Indeed, you didn’t.”
Mug hung up and took a long, satisfying pull on his pipe. It smelled like sausage.
Amazing!!
This is definitely one of the best ones yet!!!
Totally hearing this in “Peggy” voice from those credit card commmercials.
Euphemisms!
“smoothing the oiled sausage”
“biting the conversational bun”
“selling the unblubler”
“frolicking in the noodles”
That last one is my favorite.
This would make a great screen play, very film noir, with the phone call and the voice over to lead into the story of the scam, then the twist at the end. I love it!
I’d like to nominate “Oiled Sausage” as the band name of the day, with their first album “Frolicking in the Noodles.”
Tonight at the 40 Watt Club!*
*Particularly appropriate, given the origin of today’s title. [pop culture corey]R.E.M., begetters of the song from which today’s title was inspired, played some of their first shows at the original 40 Watt Club in Athens, GA.[/overly-informed fan corey]
@DGiovanni @Artsy Computer Geek – Thanks, glad you enjoyed it. 🙂
@CJ – I’m not familiar with that one. Probably not a commercial I get around these parts.
@SJ – Euphemisms a-poppin’, frolickin’ in the noodles, singin “Ramen! Ramen!”
@LRC – Funny thing, I hadn’t intended for it to come off all film-noiry, but somehow it came out that way. I think it was me trying to portray the caller as impossibly naive, which seemed best served by Beavering him up, so to speak. Kind of ended up with a weird anachronistic 50s noir feel.
Meet Peggy!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uFXHEApQ7hA
Peggy is awesome! I just watched a bunch of them. We don’t have Discover here, so that would explain why I’ve never seen them.
So pretty…
I think that he is referring to “The Sting” with Robert Redford… He just couldn’t remember the name of the movie…
“You know that one movie… with that guy that sells salad dressing. What’s ‘is name? He gets shot at the end, but really doesn’t. Now that’s a good movie…”
“It had Butch Cassidy and Sundance in it, right? Yeah, that one.”
I thought it was that guy with the poncho who smoked a cigar and had an orangutan as a pet and liked to reenact the OK corral and stare at all the other gunfighters with a killer stink eye—all while eating western spaghetti (whatever that is) and playing some weird ah-ah-ah vocal music in the background . That one.
“The Good, the Bad, and the Sparky”?
Speaking of frolicking in the noodles…
(You are now leaving obscure, poorly executed spaghetti western joke country.)
Thank god. The people there are weirdos.
Did you know they use monopoly money?
😉
In Soviet Russia, noodles frolick you!
What do they use it for?
Lining their nests, arranging the colours all purdy-like to attract mates and trying to buy things without using actual currency. Bless the wee Sparkies.
Scam-I-Am: I am Scam. Scam I am.
Sparky: That Scam-I-Am! That Scam-I-Am! I do not like that Scam-I-am!
Scam-I-Am: Do you like my little scam?
Sparky: I do not like it Scam-I-Am. I do not like your little scam.
Scam-I-Am: Would you like it here or there?
Sparky: I would not like it here or there. I would not like it anywhere. I do not like your little scam. I do not like it, Scam-I-Am.
Scam-I-Am: Would you like it in your house? Would you click it with your mouse?
Sparky: I do not like it in my house. I would not click it with my mouse. I would not like it here or there. I would not like it anywhere. I do not like your little scam. I do not like it, Scam-I-Am.
Scam-I-Am: Would you like it in a box? Am I cunning like a fox?
Sparky: Not in a box. You’re not a fox. Not in my house. Not with my mouse. I would not like it here or there. I would not like it anywhere. I do not like your little scam. I do not like it, Scam-I-Am.
Scam-I-Am: Would you? Could you? Buy my “car”? Buy it! Buy it! Here you are.
Sparky: I would not, could not buy your “car”.
Scam-I-Am: You may like it. You will see. I gift-wrapped it around a tree.
Sparky: What good is it around a tree? You keep your car and let me be! I do not want it in a box, you’re not as crafty as a fox. I do not like it in my house. I will not click it with my mouse. I would not like it here or there. I would not like it anywhere. I do not like your little scam. I do not like it, Scam-I-Am.
Scam-I-Am: De plane! De plane! De plane! De plane! Hey, look, I’m Hervé Whatzisname!
Sparky: You liar, he died in ’93! You keep your car, Sam, let me be! I would not take it in a box, you are not crafty as a fox. I will not click it with my mouse, I will not have that in my house. I would not like it here or there. I would not like it anywhere. I do not like your little scam. I do not like it, Scam-I-Am.
Scam-I-Am: I’m in the dark! Here in the dark! I am naked in the dark!
Sparky: I care not for your naked lark.
Scam-I-Am: And I’m singing in the rain!
Sparky: I only hope it’s acid rain. Stay in the dark! Jump out a plane! Crash your car into a tree! I do not like this scam, you see Not in my house, not in a box, not with my mouse, you’re not a fox, I do not like it here or there, I do not like it anywhere!
Scam-I-Am: You do not like my little scam?
Sparky: I do not like it, Scam-I-Am
Scam-I-Am: Would you if I blew a goat?
Sparky: Not even if you blew a goat.
Scam-I-Am: What if we were on a boat?
Sparky: On a boat?
Scam-I-Am: On a motherf*ckin’ boat.
Sparky: Not even if you’re on a boat, I don’t care if it’s with a goat, whether you are in the rain, whether you are on a train. Stay in the dark and stuff your tree! You keep your car and let me be! I would not take it in a box, you are not crafty as a fox. I will not have that in my house, I will not click it with my mouse. I would not like it here or there. I would not like it ANYWHERE! I do not like your little scam. I do not like it, Scam-I-Am.
Scam-I-Am: You do not like it, so you say. Try it! Try it! And you may! Do you think they’ll turn you gay?
Sparky: Scam, if you will let me be, I will try it, you will see.
(Sparky tries the scam)
Sparky: Say! I like this little scam! I do! I like it, Scam-I-Am! And now you must get on your boat and fellate well that little goat. No need to wait for it to rain, or get well dark, or cry, “De plane!” Remove your car from ’round the tree and board the HMS willy. I have a camera in this box. You’ll blow that goat, you sly old fox. I’ll send the pics straight from my house with just a clicking of my mouse. The pics will spread from here to there, the world will see them everywhere! I do so like your little scam. Now blow that capra, Scam-I-am!
Scam-I-Am: …crap.
“Scam-I-Am: De plane! De plane! De plane! De plane! Hey, look, I’m Hervé Whatzisname!”
*dies of awe*
Mindfield, it amazes me not just that you do this, but that you apparently do it while you’re at work, ostensibly getting paid to do something else (OK, with Canadian dollars, but they’re practically the same as US ones these days, not like when I was a kid). Bravo.
Heh, thanks. 😀 Yes, anything posted during a workday is indeed done at work. Mine’s a desk job and mostly I answer the phone and do whatever someone on the other end needs me to do. Between those bits I’m pretty much left to my own devices, and we’re a pretty laid back outfit, at least as far as us office monkeys are concerned, so surfing the web is tacitly if not explicitly permitted, so long as it doesn’t interfere with the job — which I make sure that it doesn’t. It’s generally why it takes me so long to post long things like this; I’m usually typing them up bit by bit between calls and tasks.
I’m convinced the freaky-puppy has a Lola flask in one of his desk drawers and draws his, ahem, inspiration from it.
Bravo, eerily smiling puppy!
Am I the only one thinking that this is just begging for a “Storytime with Mindfield” read-along video?
Or you could watch this. .
On a motherfasterisking boat!
Scam-I-Aim?
De-eye plane?
Fell eat weight the goat?
What was strange is sometimes it is Scam I Am and sometimes it’s Scam I Aim. I couldn’t figure out how to fix the mispronounciations in the time I had between classes. I left the asterisk in the word motherf*ckin’ because I thought it was funny.
I’m so disturbed.
Amused and entertained, but also disturbed.
I need the brain bleach to get rid of that goat.
Last night I said these words on Craigslist
I never knew who tried to scam you
Scam on, (scam on), scam on, (scam on)
Scam on, (scam on), scam on. (scam on)
Please warn me. oh yeah before he scams me
You don’t need me to show my latex glove
Why do you always use it dry of lube?
Scam on, scam on. scam on. scam on
Scam on, scam on, scam on. scam on
Please warn me. oh yeah before he scams me
I don’t want to sound complaining
But you know there’s never brains in my cart
I do all the scamin’ to you
It’s so hard to reason with you
Oh yeah why do you make me turn blue
Last night I said these words on Craigslist
I never knew who tried to scam her
Scam on, (scam on), scam on, (scam on)
Scam on, (scam on), scam on. (scam on)
Please warn me.
Oh yeah before he scams me
Oh yeah before he scams me
Oh yeah before he scams me
Happiness is a warm scam, yes it is…..
Hammy, I adore this. I can’t get enough Beatles Parodies, anyway! 8)
Edit: Ditto, Mudsy!
And in the end…
The scam you made,
Is equal to the scam you paid.
Oh yeah I, I tell you somethin’, I think you’ll understand,
when I, say that something, won’t you fall for this scam?
Won’t you fall for this sca-a-a-a-a-am, won’t you fall for this scam?
And when I scam you I feel wealthy, inside.
It’s such a pyramid that my love, I can’t hide! I can’t hide!
“And when I scam you I feel wealthy, inside.”
Inside the bank, or somewhere else? Regardless, I particularly like that line.
Belated answer: Inside the pocket.
Do with that what you will.
Vague post?
Can someone tell me about the guy with the vague post? Because I don’t know about the vagueness
Sorry. What happens in vagueness stays in vagueness.
Could you be less specific please?
Lost Vagueness?
No, I found it..in the specific ocean.
Watch out for the ice blurs.
Though you are far away
I know you’ll always be
Near to me
TODAY ONLY!
If you click my name today only, YOU can be the proud owner
of a ONE OF A KIND, LIMITED EDITION REPLICA of
George Washington’s BIRTHDAY SUIT!
CELEBRATE the birthday OF America’s GREATEST PRESIDENT
with this ONE of a KIND piece of MUST-HAVE MEMORABILIA!
Ok, sparkie. Come sit on my lap.
Once upon a time, there was a guy that was scamming…
OT to Jen. I am relieved to see you posting here! Please reassure me you are no where near the earthquake zone! Signed, Overly Worried Mama Windy.
Thanks love, we’re all ok where I am, my building swayed a bit, but we’re Quake Central (or were before last September…) so none of us were too concerned. Not looking good for Christchurch (the epicentre) though – over 100 dead and that’s climbing. All my adopted family and friends down there are safe, though about half are homeless / getting out of the city. Everyone in the country’s a bit numb and in shock, really, as we’re such a small place everyone knows someone who’s been affected. Any good thoughts / prayers / etc directed to the garden city would be really appreciated. Sometimes it feels like it must be just a movie and we’ll all wake up soon.
Glad to hear you and yours are good, but yes, lots of prayers and good thoughts are coming your way. The Prime Minister sounded like he was in shock. Hope the country recovers quickly, as much as anyone can in these situations. 8/
sarajean80, you should be a master at this by now. Bunker or no bunker, Punchity Punch Punch!
G’Night, Nigeria!