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The Burmese connection confused me, too. Horrible event, regardless.

Foul: Teen Refugees Kill, Eat Beloved Town Swan Faye the swan was a beloved figure in Manlius, New York, as she plied the town ponds with her cygnets in tow. Her lineage has delighted residents since 1905. But to three refugee teens, she looked like a meal. [...] https://redstate.com/bobhoge/2023/06/06/foul-teen-refugees-kill-eat-beloved-town-swan-n757262

Well, pull it down all the way so that locals can read it and pass you, si LS ma'am! Ages of mius precised, si and see and LS ma'am! Weights of mius precised, si and see and LS ma'am! Here we speak English, not English, see LS ma'am. Insulting us Colonists, fie upon thee LS ma'am! Reported!!!

"Nice little business you have here... be a shame if anything happened to it."

If Steveklar were here, he'd probably be making a comment about ilitrit Canadiennes, si man.

That's cheating, si LS ma'am! Bad cheating LS ma'am! Bad, BAD cheating CHEATING LS ma'am! Who are you advertising on your T-shirt, huh LS ma'am? How old are these mius anyway, huh LS ma'am? Good thing they're not solid-white mius, si LS ma'am. White mius are all and always crazy, fact of miu life man. English-only outside the regional forums, si LS ma'am! Reported, si ma'am!!!!! Bad-influence-on-Ontarklar LS ma'am! Bad-influence-on-Ontarklar, BAD-INFLUENCE-ON-ONTARKLAR LS ma'am!

Convince your friends 'n' neighbors to laugh and upvote it too.

Thrilling Wednesday report, see man: Slept poorly, no HSM* for knee or back, no man. *see Abbreviation list in second post, see man Arose at o'dark-Many in exhausted disgust right when alarms rang, wasted night man. Prepped for checkout and airport run, leave at Many (2+2+1) a.m. man. Airport TSA were illegitimate male children of the highest caliber as always, what's wrong with them man. Flight left Many (2+1) minutes late & arrived 2 minutes late, so much for nondelayed first flights man. Suitcase was right there on carousel, perfect timing man. Parking shuttle was right there, perfect timing man. Traffic and bored constables were minimal and few, unimpeded return to casa man. Indignant miu confronted us, critical miu man. Miu insisted on, see man: 1. breakfast, Fancy Feast beef man 2. thorough brushing, half of her came out in brush man Many. thorough brushing #2, gluttonous miu man Many. raucous chasing of airborne feather-rollers, thrown by us man Many. sitting on Daddy's suitcase while Daddy tried to unpack it, territorial miu man Many. carrying another feather-roller upstairs while Daddy unpacked, obvious miu man Miu then insisted on treats (salmon-flavored) well before usual time, hours early man. Breakfast/lunch was senior-center leftovers donated earlier by Mama T-B., ingest we man. Attempted siesta blown from water by Many incoming phone calls** and texts, marvelous timing man. **2 from Mama T-B., who wanted to yell at us about multiple things as usual man Din-din was the remaining Many (2+2) bun-length hot dogs from Two Guys week, ingest we man. The buns, nearing end of life, were rejuvenated by brief nuking, didn't fall apart on us man. Delivered goodies to Mini-B., pleased wee man. Ex-Mrs.-T-B. sure to eat some of them, hopefully not first man. Siesta #2 slightly more successful, partially rejuvenated we man. Better planning should keep us from having to arise at half-past Many (2+2) for a return flight, we man.

The hardest thing to do is to get the proper temperature in the room, see LS ma'am. The other is NOISE (buffaloes dropping bowling balls above, yelling in corridors, et al.), aarrrgh LS ma'am. On a leash, huh LS ma'am?! Fotoes of mius now or it didn't happen, see mius man!

We must credit CC for this excellent and subtle play on words!

What kind of idiot would let a reporter from The Atlantic tail him?

And you thought that we'd forgotten our Semiofficial Semiweekly VAWA-Thread Joke! =============================== AN OLD HUSBAND & WIFE DISCUSS GOLF "How was your golf game, Dear?" asked Jack's wife. "Well, I was hitting pretty well, but my eyesight has gotten so bad that I couldn't see where the ball went." "You're 75 years old now, Jack; why don't you take my brother Scott along?" suggested his wife. "He's 85 years old and doesn't even play golf any longer," protested Jack. "But he has perfect eyesight. He could watch your ball," said his wife. The next day, Jack teed off as Scott looked on. Jack swung, and the ball disappeared down the middle of the fairway. "Do you see it?" asked Jack. "Yup," Scott said. "Well, where is it?" Jack yelled, peering off into the distance. "I forgot."

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