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He was, and is, a Blinken idiot.

I hadn't, either, until someone on here recommended it to me years ago. I use it surprisingly more often than I'd expected. It's cheaper to pay the yearly fee rather than the monthly.

It is Sunday! Time for our Official Weekly VAWA-Thread Joke: =========================================== STINGING AN IDIOT A man ran to the doctor, shouting and screaming in pain. "Please, doctor, you've got to help me. I've been stung by a bee." "Don't worry," said the doctor. "I'll put some ointment on it." "You'll never find that bee. It must be miles away by now." "No, you don't understand," answered the doctor. "I'll put some ointment on the place you were stung." "Oh! It happened in the garden in back of my house." "No, no, no!" said the doctor. "I mean on which part of your body did that bee sting you." "On my finger!" screamed the man in pain. "The bee stung me on my finger, and it really hurts." "Which one?" asked the doctor. "How am I supposed to know? All the bees look the same to me!"

Thrilling Saturday-on-Sunday report, see man: We gained Many (2+1) pounds consequent to Friday's buffet pig-out, out-pig we man. We had no interest in the leftover ESs, oh well man. Across-street neighbor finally had a tree crew prune his massive oak trees, finally man. This should cut way down on our yearly OPIOID crisis, namely man: Other People's Infernal Oak leaves Invading our Driveway, si and man. Met Cousinette T-B. for long-promised lunch/shopping trip, meet we and Cousinette man. Cousinette had lost husband, casa, and all possessions in a Manyober fire, tragic man. We had promised her a trip to restock her wardrobe, promise we man. Trip had been postponed because of Aunt T-B.'s heart surgery, successful so far man. Cousinette had had an all-day ordeal arguing with Social Security on Friday, lost her files man. We up-picked Cousinette an hour before noon, up-pick we man she man. Lunch was at Burger King*, ingest we and she man man. *WUOC, financially savvy we man We then took her to soon-not-to-be-favorite large thrift store**, visit we man. **which has done away with our weekly discount day but was running a half-price day, and man Store was very close indeed to Cousinette/Aunt T-B.'s casa, Cousinette unaware till today man. We set Cousinette loose with orders to buy with abandon, all to be funded by we man man. We got 2 jeans, 2 underwears, sleep pants for Mini-B., and 2 nylon jackets for Mama T-B., purchase we man. We paid $Many ($[2x2x2x2] + [2x2x2 +2+1]), net after discount + tax man. Cousinette got Many (2x2x2 -1) blouses, Many (2+1) shoes, a hat, a cookbook, & small suitcase, purchase she man. We (on Cousinette's behalf) paid $Many ($2x2x2x2x2 + 2x2x2x2 + 2x2x2), happy to do it we man. We/Cousinette saved $Many ($2x2x2x2x2 + 2x2x2x2 +2 +2) + half-of-half a buck, steal man. Cousinette felt "triumphant" afterward, boon and blessing man. She gave us a High Many (2+2+1) and big hug, super man. She later texted us that Aunt T-B. was blown away by what she'd come home with, si man. She said, "Best shopping experience ever, si man!!!!", si man. We are happy for all of this, gratified we man. We then went to Mama T-B. to deliver the jackets and the Aldi slippers, deliver we man. Mama T-B. groused about the jackets, perfectionist senior she man. However, she told us to take them to the casa and warsh them, comply we man. One pair of slippers almost fit, some hope there man. Mama T-B. told us to return all but that pair and to get Many (2+1) in the next size up, hope they're there man. We returned to the casa for an exhausted siesta, zzz we man. Din-din was onecan of the toucans Progresso soup from Friday's ES, ingest financially savvy we man. We have warshered and are currently baking all ES/thrift-shop purchases, up late for this we man. We would prefer not to leave the casa on Sunday, laundry and mow-lawning and Two Guys prep man. However, Mama T-B. wants her slippers, please let this be the resolution man. And that was/is our thrilling Saturday, report we man.

Friday GS/ES report, see man: We ultimately attended the GS and one ES, truncated we man. The GS was phantom, of course and man. The ES yielded the take, see man: -- Many (2+1) light coats, heavy lined flannel shirt, toucans Progresso "loaded potato with bacon" soup = $Many ($2x2x2 +2), utter steal man Total = $Many ($2x2x2 +2)

Thrilling Friday-on-Sunday report, see belatedly man: 1. We were asleep like a dead thing, zzz we man. 2. Ex-Mrs.-T-B. and we have keys to each other's casas, necessary man. We were awakened from our dead zzz by bright lights and a cheery "Cariño!", awakened we man. Ex-Mrs.-T-B. had come in to find necessary Band attire for Mini-B., next time just ASK us man. Ex-she man could have entered/left quietly and we'd have been rested and none the wiser, man. We could not fall back asleep after this horsepoop, no man. After finally "awakening," we heavily caffeinated ourself, ineffective man. We were at our newest all-time low adult weight, away-wasting we man. We compiled a GS/ES itinerary, 1 of former and Many (2+1) of latter man. We managed to get going, groggy we man. See "Friday GS/ES report," q.v. man. Breakfast/lunch/din-din was at favorite Chinese buffet, proximal man. We consumed Many (2+1) plates highly heaped with beef & chicken, protein man. We returned to the casa for an effective, crucial siesta, zzz we man. Went to Aldi to buy Mama T-B. Many (2+2) potential slippers, pessimistic we man. Rest of day/eve was spent out-digging from postal mail, e-mail, and more, out-dig we man. And that was/is our thrilling Friday, report we man.

Thrilling rest-of-Thursday-on-Sunday report, way behind we man: From POE, we went to the ES, q.v. man. We then went to the local Salvation Army to donate a heavy bag of clothes, generous we man. We routinely do this when we donate stuff that we'd be tempted to buy back locally, financially savvy we man. We bought 2 overpriced t-shirts at SA to use as nightshirts, probably good long-term investment man. We then went to soon-not-to-be-favorite large thrift store*, visit we man. *which has JUST done away with our weekly discount day, man We got a long and a short pants for Mini-B., purchase we man. We spent $Many ($2x2x2x2), spend we man. With tag-color discount, we saved a measly half a buck, man. With time growing short, din-din was 2 regular gut-bombs at McDonald's, ingest we man. We returned the rental T-B.-mobile in timely fashion, punctual we man. Flight was on time and not full, boon man. Window-seatmate was an electrician who worked on SpaceX, interesting conversation man. Luggage took forever off carousel, impatient we man. Shuttle to parking took forever to arrive, impatient we man. Trip to casa unimpeded by bored constables, unticketed we man. Through door, we heard desperately plaintive miuing, desperately plaintive miu man. We saw completely clean-licked miu-food bowl, uh-oh man. Neighbor must have visited in very early afternoon, hungry miu man. We serviced desperate miu, Daddy home now man. Took shower before late TV news, timely we man. Organized purchases for self and others, organized we man. Took HSM and zzz'd like a dead thing, zzz we man. And that was/is our thrilling Thursday, full day man.

Gracias, Bro G man. This rubia proved to be unstable in correspondence, so we jettisoned her, bye man. --- If you want to be helpful, what do you think was done here, huh man?

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Egad, si man -- now a local rubia is pursuing us, si and sigh and clone us NOW man.

Special Thursday ES report, see man: We attended an out-of-town ES, attend we man. Nice stuff, OK prices, si man. Got nothing, no man. Total = $0

Thrilling Thursday-on-Saturday Mexico report, see man: We finally gave up on zzz and prepared ourself to go into Mexico, si man. We dressed in a rather heavy flannel shirt, perfect for the morning chill man. We got to the U.S.-side parking before half-past Many (2x2x2) a.m., timely we man. A space was found in the second non-handicapped row, Kojak we man. The pedestrian bridge toll of $1 was paid, $i man. Across the bridge, the vendors and "pharmacist dentist manicure pedicure" drummers were rife, aggressive they man. We went to our bloodwork laboratory, first stop man. "Sangre de gringo, si man!" we announced cheerily man. "Y sodio y A1c, si man!" we added man. "Gringo blood, si man! And sodium and A1c, si man!" Same-day sodium result wasn't possible, oh well man. We paid $Many ($2x2x2x2x2x2 + 2+2+2) for the usual and the A1c, pay we man. Two hours later, the results were available, whee man. Glucose is now just Many (2+1) points high, improvement man. Some lipids are below the low red line, if you have to be low on something this is what to be low on man. The usual travel-dehydration showed up, so what else is new man. If we interpret the A1c correctly, we are still on the low red line of prediabetic, not unexpected man. Everything else great, within normal ranges man. Went from there to dentist, appointment we man. Our long-time hygienist Ana G. had left, no one knew where man. We got Ana V., had her once before man. She ripped into that plaque like a chica possessed, attack she man. We have not experienced such mouth-pain in some time, ow ow ow OW OW man. The office was out of the Zoom laser-whitening kits, ran out man. We instead got some liquid applied with a light shone on it, don't know what this was man. It took longer than the Zoom, note we man. It had the same effect and cost $Many less, note we man. At the end, we inspected our bright teeth and exclaimed, "Oh, our eyes, blinded we man!", si man. Went from there to optician, hosed our last Rx man. We showed recent Rx from U.S., go for redo man. They called the boss-lady, known her for over a Manycade we man. In short, we have decided to get the new lenses made in the U.S., take too long for too many pesos man. We will return to this place nevertheless in the future, assuredly man. We walked to barbershop, good price & result last time man. Our guy from March wasn't there, young guy instead with no English man. We communicated our wishes and got a good cut, si man. During that, our guy from March came in with a different customer, timing is everything man. We paid $Many ($2x2x2 -1) and got a free back-massage, automatic vibrator-thingie man. We walked to where we thought our new favorite restaurant was, walk we man. Turned out it was on the very next block south, walk Many blocks too far and retrace we man. By this time (1 p.m.), the sun had come out and we were sweating, we man. Lunch was Many (2+2+1) little sweet enchiladas, rice/beans, lettuce salad, & a Joya cola, ingest we man. It was as excellent as last time, well worth it man. The charge was half a buck less than last time = $Many-&-a-half ($2+2+2 + half a buck), $uperb man. We went from there to our targeted pharmacies, shop we man. The main street had become very populated with gringos, note we man. We found our expensive Rx at 1/Many'th (1/[2x2x2 +2]th) of U.S. price, whee man. We got Many (2+2+2) of those, financially savvy we man. We got everything else for ourself and for everybody else, complete success man. All of our pharmacist amigos were glad to see us again, good dudes all man. We then proceeded north toward the bridge, end of our day man. Fortunately, we had brought a sweatband, definitely used it man. The CBP agents all seemed upbeat, perhaps consequent to election results man. A CBP chica checked us in, check she man we man. She rather thoroughly inspected our Rx purchases, thorough she man. We pointed out the one that we knew was of interest and noted our 2-box purchase, the allowance man. She was quite satisfied with this and waved us through, pass we man. We asked her if we could use our Global Entry card next time, ask we man she man. "Si, man; it's valid ID, si man," said she man to we man. The parking area was now exceptionally full, almost as far as one could see man, si man. We were quite fortunate to have arrived as early as we had, si man. We hastily changed into a lighter-weight shirt, not a moment too soon man. We A/C'd the inside and happily rental-T-B.-mobiled off, si man. And that was/is our thrilling Thursday-on-Saturday Mexico saga, report we man.

Our agent obviously recognized a superior primate with command of P-Math, that explains it man. Fotos add weight, si man. Therefore, don't eat fotos, no man. You're right -- a real dilemma, si man. As disgusting as worms, both man.

Thrilling Wednesday-on-Saturday report, see very belatedly man: Breakfast was a hurried turkey-&-cheese sandwich, ingest gulpingly we man. Bade farewell to dozing miu atop miu-tower, Daddy absent man. Made the airport in a second-best-ever time, Many (2x2x2x2x2 +2) minutes man. Flight was timely, glee man. Some drama procuring the rental T-B.-mobile, finally got a Toyota Sienna hybrid minivan man. Spent further precious minutes out-figuring some of the internal controls, and man. Went to airport in other city for Global Entry interview, conditionally approved we man. We made it precisely one minute early, amazing timing man. Very nice CBP agent, good rapport we and he man. We shall get our card in the mail soon, nice thing to have man. Drove back to destination city, retrace steps we man. Checked into motel, first stay there for we man man. We soon realized our mistake, uh-oh man. On bright side, room & fixtures had been very recently remodeled, faint smell of fresh paint still man. However, shower had NO shelves and NO caddy, test our back to pick up soap/toiletries man. Further, road noise completely precluded our desperately needed siesta, gave up on this we man. And right next door was our long-time Super Many, man. We showered with difficulty, pop mega-Tylenol beforehand to be able to shower we man. Confirmed rendezvous time with junior chica (JC), excitement on both sides man. Met JC at rendezvous restaurant, meet we JC man man. JC was a little less slim than her fotos, but still extremely lovely man. Our din-din was Cajun ribeye, mashed potatoes, and green beans, ingest we man. The JC's din-din was "alligator bites," apparently authentic man. The rapport, communication, and transparency were excellent throughout, si man. We charmed her with several of our restaurant-related jokes, laugh JC man. The distance between us doesn't daunt her, no man. She is receptive to dating us, admit JC to we man man. The only question is timing, difference in readiness man. We have fallen off the "we want a relationship" tree and hit every branch on the way down, si man. The JC is receptive but wants to take things slowly, sensible JC man. The distance does complicate matters, how to genuinely learn about someone else man. Much of her available free time is committed, too, have to expect that man. Advice is solicited, offer same you to we man man. We parted after a wonderful Many (2+1) hours that could have run much longer, oh well man. We got next-to-zero zzz from the road noise, and man. And that was/is our thrilling Wednesday, report we man. Thursday Mexico report pending, bate your breath without chewing worms man.

Isn't this much like saying, "as soon as you quit dying you'll get back to life in normal time," huh man?

Gracias despite your egregious P-Math error, si mam ma'am. We just got some possibilities from Aldi, of all places, for Mama T-B. to try, si man. We shall try the Dearfoams if these fail, but hope we man. ----- So many P-Math errors in others' messages above that we will allow the culprits to self-identify, si and man!

The reason that grandparents and grandchildren get along so well is that they have an enemy in common, si man.

Ages of descendants precised, si and see and Bro G man!

You're still capable of having REGULAR babies, si and see and D ma'am! You and Hillbilly get busy this minute, si D ma'am! Lazy irresponsible Ontarklar! Lazy, LAZY irresponsible IRRESPONSIBLE Ontarklar!

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It is Wednesday -- time for our approval-evoking*, good-news-prompting* Semiofficial Semiweekly VAWA-Thread Joke: *that is, if correlation = causation =========================================== HOW MANY DOES IT TAKE? Q: How many women with PMS does it take to screw in a light bulb? A: One. And do you know WHY it only takes ONE? Because no one else in this house knows HOW to change a light bulb. They don't even know the bulb is BURNED OUT. They would sit in this house in the dark for THREE DAYS before they figured it out. And once they figured it out they wouldn't be able to find the light bulbs despite the fact that they've been in the SAME CUPBOARD for the past 17 YEARS. But if they did, by some miracle, find the light bulbs, TWO DAYS LATER the chair that they dragged from two rooms over to stand on to change the STUPID lightbulb would STILL BE IN THE SAME SPOT! AND UNDERNEATH IT WOULD BE THE CRUMPLED WRAPPER THAT THE STUPID #)#(*(*^*&% LIGHT BULBS CAME IN. WHY??? BECAUSE NO ONE IN THIS HOUSE EVER CARRIES OUT THE GARBAGE!!!! IT'S A WONDER WE HAVEN'T ALL SUFFOCATED FROM THE PILES OF GARBAGE THAT ARE 12 FEET DEEP THROUGHOUT THE ENTIRE HOUSE. THE HOUSE!! THE HOUSE!!! IT WOULD TAKE AN ARMY TO CLEAN THIS!!!

Typical for Politico in general, huh?