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Little does the IC know that we have mentally off-written her and (partially because of fatigue) barely thought about her this weekend, si man. Their website is excellent, with a fascinating historical section, si man. You have a mind that is at once hilarious and evil, commendations F ma'am. However, we would rather avoid throwing good time after bad, maybe it's our fatigue talking man. Regardless, we will ask ChatGPT if it can reverse-search fotos, AI man. If not, it can recommend where, surely man. In fact, yet another non sequitur has struck (stricken?) us, to wit man: Why would the IC be settling a hospital bill before being discharged, huh man? Gracias, D ma'am. Now, if only more Polish Commie-Babes were rubias, oj tak! (Bad absent noncontributing Asia! Bad, BAD absent ABSENT noncontributing NONCONTRIBUTING Asia!)

It would be fascinating to have even a ballpark idea of how many will self-deport. See this thread -- posted a while back but still valid:

Those here legally need not fear. See the first post in this thread for what I had Mrs. T-B. carry with her until she naturalized:

Thrilling Saturday-on-Sunday report, see man: Breakfast was Many (2+1) fold-over egg omelets, ingest we man. Lunch was the remaining half of our gently expired Walmart sub, ingest we man. Din-din was 2 plates of beef/chicken/salmon/pasta/potatoes at the convention banquet, ingest we man. Miu-sitter sent us a Many-second ([2+2]-second) video of miu, immortalized-on-film miu man. Miu wandered around and exclaimed, "Miu," vocal miu man. Conventioneered conventionally and unconventionally, wonderful and we needed this man. Saw many amigos from last year and Many years ago, see we man amigos men man. Hotel checkout in a few hours, out-check we man. Then T-B.-mobile back to casa, si man. Plan to stop at small town halfway to grocery for Two Guys week, take list prepared we man. Return to casa to service indignant miu, almost certainly man. Casa also has no JCs, ICs, or eligible rubias, Your Mission Which You Must Choose To Accept everyone man. And that was our thrilling Saturday-on-Sunday, report we man.

P-Math error, si and see and F ma'am! She got only the city and no other details, to be precise man. Well, then, we don't need to fall for it, si and sigh man. No contact at all, no man. If nothing by Sunday eve, we shall report this profile as a scammer and start from zero, si and sigh man. It is true that too many things don't add up (in P-Math or otherwise) and make us uneasy, si and sigh man. Your mission, and you must choose to accept it, see man: Find us a rubia or anyone else, si man!

Si and sigh, D ma'am. Time to find us rubias and move on, si and sigh man.

Bad silent nonparticipatory Ontarklar! Bad, BAD silent SILENT nonparticipatory NONPARTICIPATORY Ontarklar!

Thrilling Friday non-ES/non-IC report, see man: Breakfast was some egg concoction + real bacon at the hotel buffet, ingest we man. Lunch was half our second gently expired Walmart sub sandwich, ingest we man. Din-din was taquitos and some other snack substance at a hotel event, ingest we man. Had much fun at convention, conventioneering we man. If neither night happens, we will off-write the IC, bye IC man. Saturday is full convention day, convene we man. Mama T-B. insists that we check in with her morning & night, aysheep senior she man. We will obey by in-checking at Many a.m., that'll show senior she man man. And that was/is our thrilling Friday, report we man.

That's why it's a strange Rx, know we man. Well, we think that she sure waited a long time before trying it with us, si man. We are also at least Many% sure that she's not that sophisticated, pretty sure we man. Fortunately, we thrive on rejection and she's not a rubia, si and no man. "Ve haff vays," si F ma'am? Unfortunately, we are out of space to upload images, sigh man. She is not a rubia, haven't you been paying attention F ma'am? You have a nicely evil mind, si F ma'am. We will consider this, si F ma'am. We are fresh out of these, si and sigh F ma'am.

Gracias, F ma'am. The following involves Fallopian Chat, man. The IC Zangi'd this morning (again waking us up) and tried to explain in great detail, explain IC man to we man. The IC is not the easiest to follow at best, no man. The IC did go to the hospital, si man. She sent us a foto of herself with a catheter port inserted from her hospital bed, that part is clear man. The doctor examined her, see IC MD man. Apparently the blood is the Monthly stuff but heavier because of recent stress, unsure about the extent of the latter we man. He diagnosed a lot of blood-loss, diagnose he man. He enlightened the IC about bleeding and Monthly bleeding , enlighten MD IC man. He "asked" her to get Many (2+1) drugs to get her back on her feet, according to IC man. One was clopidogrel, strange Rx man, for $Many man. One was "Headaches Rele Super Energetic blood tonic, for $Many00 man. One was an NSAID, for $Many man. The total was $Many, just under $Many00 ($[2+2]00) man. The IC could afford half until her paycheck on Feb. Many'rd, pay half IC man man. The IC first e-mailed her (deceased) parents' lawyer, party of the first part man. Got auto-reply "out of town," no luck man. The IC said, "It's fine if you can't help me out, man; I have no other person to message or mail for now, no man," si man. We finally offered to call the pharmacy where the Rx's would be called in to, and pay them that way, si man. The IC said, "I think I'm not paying direct the pharmacy the doc is my day one doc and she is ready to sort the bills just waiting for me to get the money so I can forward the fund to her you are not understanding me T-B., no man," sic man. The IC said, "I will have to find other means I have to leave here tomorrow morning I really appreciate your efforts T-B., si man," sic man. The IC then indicated that she would message her ex, whom she doesn't like, si and no man. At the end, she said, "Once I get home I will tomorrow or Sunday I will let you know, si man," sic man. --- We have a firm policy of not sending money to anyone who we haven't met in person, no to $i man. We do believe that the IC has been in the hospital, si man. It is plausible that she has very few contacts, new-to-area and small-familied IC man man. The parents' attorney is probably doling out money according to the estate documents, strictly gather we man. We can't fathom the availability of an Rx without being called in to a pharmacy, no man. The IC has never asked us for a dime, no man. Her website profile mentions nothing but personal qualities desired, always alert for such stuff we man. We are rather mystified as to how the IC has gotten through life this far with seemingly few coping-skills, unanswered man. We have 2 plans, plan we man: 1. We will wait to hear from the IC again, stew we man IC man man. 2. We will then insist on cell talk/text (despite the newness of Internet dating to her) or it's all over, sorry man. Feedback and advice on this thrilling and deepening saga, please man.

Friday ES report, see man: We attended Many (2+2+2) of the Many (2+2+2+1) ESs itineraried, si man. None yielded anything even worth picking up to inspect briefly, skunked man. Same infernal thing that happened 2 years ago in this burg, oh well man. Total = $0

Thrilling Thursday report, see man: Breakfast was Many sausage links and Many egg-type creations at the hotel buffet, out-pig we man. Lunch was half of an expiring sub sandwich, ingest we man. Din-din was at another hotel restaurant, overpriced turkey club sandwich + oversalted potato slices + pickle slices ingest we man. The big news involves the IC, see man. She had not been feeling well for a couple of days, under-weather IC man man. She Zangi'd us this morn with fotos of really profuse bleeding, unstated from where bodily man. She said she was taking herself to the hospital, that's bad man. Radio silence ever since, worried but can do nothing we man. We have itineraried Many (2x2x2 -1) ESs for Friday, itinerary we man. We think that we can attend them all in our finite time therefor, think we man. And that was/is our thrilling Thursday, report we man.

Modern dentistry, man? Who uses that, huh man? Just like Ecus, si and sigh man. Our POTSs* have buiit-in anti-theft systems for only a marginal extra fee, $i... er, si man. *buy yours today, si man! We still weigh Many lbs., si and duh and man. Expiration dates are merely a suggestion, YEARS of experimentation we man. You decided on a rubia, can't fault you at all on this (and only this) man.

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Let us know what happens.

Hallelujah.

Hallelujah!

You still haven't copped to whether you're an actual blonde, ma'am...

Thrilling Wednesday report, see man: We are typing this on a lousy hotel computer, we man. Awoke too far before the alarm, groggy we man. Miu needy, needy miu man. Breakfast was a turkey-&-cheese sandwich, ingest we man. Lost a FULL HOUR in handling renewal of phone & newspaper subscriptions, man. Hit road a bit after 1 p.m., behind-time we man. Drove straight through, should've taken a break groggy we man. Arrived at hotel OK, all's well that ends groggily man. Din-din was at excellent Mexican place where we'd din-dinned before, si man. We had 2 chicken enchiladas, rice/beans, and guacamole, ingest we man. Before that was served, we consumed almost the whole basket of fresh cheaps, ingest we man. For dessert, we consumed all Many (2+2+1) flour tortillas, ingest we man. We got our money's worth, financially savvy we man. Went to a local Big Lots, on perhaps its last day man. We got Many (2x2x2x2 +2+2) Many-packs of drink cups for $Many ($2+2+1), financially savvy we man. There was an extra discount if one bought Many (2x2x2x2 +2+2) items, financially savvy we man. Went to Walmart for future lunches + drinks, shop we man. We found 2 sub sandwiches on last-day markdown, up-snap these financially savvy we man. However, they had no Powerade Zero grape, man. We settled for Gatorade Zero orange, blecccch man. Went to convention site, conventional we man. Greeted old amigos, amigos trickling in man. During this, the IC Zangi'd us, Zangi IC man we man man. The IC is contemplating joining us at this convention, mirabile dictu man. She dislikes long drives, however man. We have not even talked with our mouths by phone yet, no man. This would be a heckuva first date if it works out, amazing man. We hope that this won't be a disaster if it happens, take big chance we man. However, see man... ...the IC even offered to help defray expenses associated with her presence, definitely a keeper man. Meanwhile, we have itineraried approximately Many (2+2+1) ESs for Friday, our ES opening man. If the IC arrives on Friday, this schedule might be hosed, can't let that happen man. However, we are resourceful and shall make things work, resourceful we man. No party with the rubias tonight, left them back man. Free hotel breakfast buffet in the morning, financially savvy we man. And that was/is our thrilling Wednesday, report we man.

When will YOU equip your office with fashionable Pre-Owned Toilet Seats, huh man? Bad cheap stodgy Bro G man! Bad, BAD cheap CHEAP stodgy STODGY Bro G man! The IC is only Many% Modoc and doesn't have tribal enrollment, si and no man. So no teepee, oj nie. We wonder if there are any Polish Indians, wonder we man...

Hope not.

It is Wednesday -- time for our approval-evoking*, good-news-eliciting* Semiofficial Semiweekly VAWA-Thread Joke: *that is, if correlation = causation =========================================== PERFECT BLONDE LOGIC A blonde gave $50,000 to a charming con-man for a half-interest in a mythical business -- and then the man skipped town and couldn't be found. When the blonde came to the Better Business Bureau with her tale of woe, the Bureau man asked, "Why didn't you investigate first? Didn't you know about our service?" "Oh, yes, I've known about the Bureau for years," she answered. "But I was afraid that you'd tell me not to do it!"

A thought-provoking article, voicing our unspoken inklings. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ No One Wants A Biden Presidential Library [...] in spite of Watergate, the Nixon Library confidently proclaims the life and successes of its subject. The docent I spent time conversing with was a bright and articulate young man fresh out of college. He radiated great pride at being among the staff of the Nixon Library, and he was a ready resource of information about the 37th president. He was honored to be there, as well he should have been. Having visited a number of presidential libraries, I now find myself wondering: What will the future Joe Biden Museum and Library be like? More to the point: Who is going to want to visit it? Who is going to want to be on staff there? What has Biden accomplished? Half a century is a long time by any measure, but even more so when one devotes a lifetime to an ever-precarious career in politics. Surely there has to be something good in there to commemorate … right? [...] https://thefederalist.com/2025/01/14/no-one-wants-a-biden-presidential-library/

No new messages from the IC, no man. Earlier, she was concerned that we wouldn't be able to text much while on our trip, good sign man. Some things about the IC don't yet add up, no man, but she seems to like us, si man.

Gracias, D ma'am. Went outside to check the mail (nothing despite Informed Delivery's plethora -- so much for "neither rain, nor snow, nor whatever," no man -- and most of the street was dry, with no black ice, no man. Melt + breeze apparently dried it out, hopeful for more of that on Wednesday man.