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You're greatly caught by the ring in your nose, more likely man. But she is a rubia, so most is forgiven, si man.

Thrilling (?) Friday non-ES report, see man: Awoke and took an Excedrin knockoff, pretty much able to function partially man. Attended the ES, q.v. above man. Dropped bag of purchases at casa, drop we man. Headed for Mama T-B.'s old casa with skies darkening, ominous man. On the short drive, it began raining, increasingly intensely man. We arrived amidst a build-Arking monsoon, rarely seen anything like it man. Of course, we were in an uncovered space, trying to manipulate umbrella man. The maelstrom was blowing horizontally, legs and below got soaked man. Parking lot & sidewalk puddle out when a bird so much as takes a leak, man. We were not happy when we limped upstairs, drenched we man. Free lunch was an open-faced roast beef sandwich (thank you, Great Sky-Chimp), mashed potatoes, beef vegetable soup, and the same sugar-free yellow muffin as yesterday, ingest we man. Tackled Mama T-B.'s purses, 2 whole shelves full of them man. We donate-bagged Many (2x2x2x2x2 -2) -- si man, Many (2x2x2x2x2 -2), man. A couple of them were Liz Claiborne, imagine that man. Some of these Many had never been used, obviously and man. More had been used and contained neatly folded Kleenexes, pens, notepads, and melted candy, man. We later found a box of Many (2x2x2) -- si man, Many (2x2x2) -- unused clutches, man. We thought that Mama T-B. was striving to be an Ecuatoriana, Many Manyzens of purses required by them man. We then tackled Mama T-B.'s shoes, great Caesar's ghost man. Some were exposed on floor or shoe-rack, dusty man. Many more were in labeled plastic shoeboxes, dusty boxes stacked Many high man. Many more still were in regular shoeboxes, stacked Many high man. Most of everything was on the closet floor against the wall, bend stretch strain we man. We out-threw a very few pairs, too dusty or otherwise not donatable man. We donate-bagged the first Many (1 Manyzen + 1) pairs, bag we man. We donate-bagged the second Many (1 Manyzen + 1) pairs, bag we man. Later, we found Many more (1 Manyzen - 2-1) pairs against the other closet wall, man. We reported all this to Mama T-B., quite displeased we man. She responded, "Save all those good plastic boxes, si man!!!", man. We were quite pained by all the bending/stretching/reaching, seated though we were man. We got the flatbed dolly from downstairs, elevate upstairs man. We loaded the Many (2+1) heavy bags of shoes/purses on it, lift we man. We added a box of 2 NIP hair-dryers + glass decorations, man. We looked for other stuff to add, maximize efforts of a hosed body man. We found Many (2x2x2 +1) -- si man, Many (2x2x2 +1) -- canes, man. We sweatily managed to get all this to and into the T-B.-mobile amidst puddles, perspirational we man. We had to manually raise our right leg into the T-B.-mobile, inoperable lower limb man. Set forth to donation place, still ample time to make it before closing man. On the way, it began to monsoon, man. When we arrived, monsoon was in full bloom, man. The donation dudes aren't allowed outside during rain, protection against lightning man. We had to unload & grocery-cart all Many bags, all Many canes, and the box, drenched we man. Our donation receipt got soaked, man. As we re-entered the T-B.-mobile (again manually raising right leg), a text came in, Mama T-B. man. "Call immediately, si man -- big news here, si man, si man!" wrote Mama T-B. man. We called, drowned-rat we man. Mama T-B. proceeded to delineate her Plan of Care, man. She painstakingly cited each individual charge, identical to what we'd initially been quoted man. This recitation continued throughout the trip back to her old casa, man. We parked and this continued, and shoot us NOW man. Then, our lawn TexMexican (recruited by us yesterday) texted, text he man. We used this to break off the call, Mama T-B. insistent that we call her back man. Lawn TexMexican said that the rain hosed his schedule and could he come Saturday, man. We had no choice but to agree, dourly self-noting that we would have gotten our own job done despite rain man. It was a mistake to return to Mama T-B.'s old casa, completely spent we man. We did get free din-din from the bistro carving station, decent timing for that man. We consumed 2 hunks of carved turkey + scoops of stuffing & mac+cheese, ingest we man. Two bites from the end, Mama T-B. called back, continue with recitation and orders man. She reminded us for the Many'th time to bring the sheets from her bed, man. We told her for the Many'th time that we had done this during hospital or early Resisted Living, si man. Mama T-B. went aysheep, aysheep senior she man man. "Then where are they, huh man? Why didn't you tell me, huh man? We must find them, si man!", man. We agreed to take fotos (later) of the sheets on the shelves of her Resisted Living room for inspection, man. We wearily donation-bagged Mama T-B.'s remaining shoes & clutches, hosing our body further man. This bag will stay until donation place reopens on Saturday, in no shape to carry any more downstairs we man. To the recycle bin, we took a large box filled with paper shoeboxes, down & up we man man. We considered filling the partial garbage-bag with items other than old shoes & insoles, efficient we man. We found Many Manyzens -- si man, Many Manyzens -- of old single-use plastic containers from past meals that Mama T-B. had stacked up in various cabinets and the kitchen oven, man. We added some of these (there remain more) to our garbage bag, fill we man. We carry-dragged heavy garbage bag to the interior dumpster room, last official duty on way out man. In the T-B.-mobile, we called our pharmacy, any HSM called in man. To our joy, doc had Rx'd prednisone and Tylenol Many (2+1), nectar of the gods man. We beelined to the pharmacy, beeline we man. We resisted opening the bottles and chugging them then & there, restrained we man. And we somehow did NOT get monsooned on, little crumb of happiness man. At our casa, miu was waiting at the door, expectant miu man. We almost couldn't bend to reach her food bowl, stiff and pained we man. Finally took shower, ow ow ow OW OW man. Decided to siesta, enough time therefor man. Almost made the full hour, woke earlier in pain and by miu man. Took regular aspirin, save the HSM for bedtime man. Had to brush miu, and ow ow ow OW OW man. Must do her miu-box next, ow ow ow OW OW man. No party with the rubias tonight, but we will certainly cavort with the HSM man. Might or might not attend one or two ESs, not motivated we man. Must see if kindly neighbor can help install Mama T-B.'s replacement TV, finally came man. And that was/is our thrilling (?) Friday, report we man.

Make them aware and see what they say to do.

"Doctor, the Invisible Man wants an appointment with you!" "Well, tell him I can't see him."

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Friday ES report, see man: We indeed attended the first of the 2 itineraried Friday ESs, weekly streak intact we man. This ES yielded the take, see man: -- hand-towel, Many (2+2+1) bath towels [one Ralph Lauren, 2 Calvin Klein, discerning we man], NIP memory-foam pillow = $Many ($2x2x2 +2+1), steal man Total = $Many ($2x2x2 +2+1)

Anathema, si man! Bad non-Walmart-yesterdaying Bro G man! Bad, BAD non-Walmart-yesterdaying NON-WALMART-YESTERDAYING Bro G man! That's chicas' work, si and sigh Bro G man. Henpecked* Bro G man! Henpecked*, HENPECKED* Bro G man! *albeit by a rubia, excused man This is also when chicas aren't yapping and yakking, similarly experience and reason we man. P-Math error, see and si and Bro G man! Then they are phonies and should be deported, si and bye man! Type of boat precised, see and si and man. Is she going through rubiapause, perhaps man?

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Fascinating! ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Susie Wiles brings calm to Trump admin — helping the president rack up wins Donald Trump calls her the "Ice Maiden." But in person, the very private White House chief of staff, Susie Wiles, is warm and hospitable — as long as you don't cross her. She didn't become the most powerful woman in the world without a determined glint in her eye that can silence the most spirited cabinet member. Wiles, 68, has brought a sense of order and calm to Trump's second presidency, which has given him the space to notch up wins at breakneck speed. In a rare interview on our new podcast, "Pod Force One," she explained how she does it. "I gave a piece of advice to myself when I started this job," she told us this week in her large, sunny office in the West Wing, down the hall from the Oval Office. [...] https://nypost.com/2025/07/09/opinion/miranda-devine-susie-wiles-brings-calm-to-trump-adminhelping-the-president-rack-up-wins/

Thrilling Thursday report, see man: We set the alarm for Many (2x2x2 -1) hours but awoke after only half that, Bro G. already merrily Walmarting man. As we lay in bed, leg/hip felt good, promising man. After we arose, leg/hip sucked, unpromising man. Miu was frantic for miu-breakfast, we having sneaked upstairs without serving nightly din-din #2 man. As we limped downstairs, we encountered something plastic, what could it be man. Miu had found a cookie in a plastic container in our office and had dragged it to stairway bottom, ravenous miu man. We serviced miu, mollified miu man. Fed miu miu-lunch before heading for Mama T-B.'s old casa, miu-lesson learned man. Lunch was vegetable (!!?) lasagna, garlic bread, green salad, and sugar-free yellow muffin*, ingest we man. *we didn't and still don't see the point of including this, highly unexciting man We up-boxed more than 2 Manyzen games that Mama T-B. had played with young Mini-B., sigh man. Found Many (2x2x2x2 +1) more books squirreled away, another trip to Half-Price Books man. Found more glass items and large candles, never seen so much stuff stowed away man. We obtained a flatbed dolly from downstairs, transport the Many (2+2+1) heavy boxes man. Loaded them straight into the T-B.-mobile and returned the dolly, sweat like illegitimate male child we man. Went to Half-Price Books first, sell we man. We were Many'th in line behind sellers who had Many,000 books apiece, and we man. We wanted to wait in order to donate rejects along with other stuff, reason we man. We off-cooled for nearly an hour, nice break but minutes are precious man. HPB took Many (2x2x2 +1) books, more than half man. The payout was $Many ($2+2) + half-of-half a buck, cheap they man. At least future buyers will be happy, reason we man. Donated stuff at favorite small thrift shop, second consecutive day man. Again had to unload stuff ourself, donation guy still fizzically restricted man. We were sweating like an illegitimate male child and limping lamely, lame we man. It was as though no meat-tenderizer at all had been injected into us yesterday, all used up man. Went into store and got pants for Uncle T-B. at half-price, financially savvy we man. Went to hardware store for more boxes, got 2 man. Cashieresses agreed to publicize the availability of Mama T-B.'s furniture for us, fingers crossed man. Went to liquor store for more boxes, got Many (2+2+2) man. Headed back to Mama T-B.'s old casa, return like MacArthur we man. Stopped at Walgreens to retrieve Uncle T-B.'s prescriptions, Many of them man. Brought boxes upstairs in stages, sweat and ow ow ow OW OW we man. Returned to T-B.-mobile and called Uncle T-B., call senior he man we man. Drove around complex and delivered the meds, appreciative senior he man man. Gave Uncle T-B. new pants, thrilled senior he man. Uncle T-B. genuinely pained at situation faced by Mama T-B., loving brother he man. Uncle T-B. served us a canned Dr Pepper, thirstily ingest and hose glucose/A1c we man. Reminded him that Urbano the Ecu would help to bring Mama T-B.'s mattress on Sunday, deliver he man. Din-din was from Subway**, ingest in Mama T-B.'s old unit we man. **bought WUOC + gift card, financially savvy we man Just then, Mama T-B. texted to learn whether we were appearing today, text senior she man we man. She needed a voided check to begin autopay of new-place expenses, plus other stuff man. We arrived, abided her grousing, and folded all her linens to her precise specifications, man. Mama T-B. criticized our time-management, we'll see how it turns out man. Returned to casa after Many-&-a-half hours (2x2x2 + half an hour) out, long day man. Rather restrained miu demanded soft din-din, kibble, treats, and attention, ignored bored miu man. Took shower, highly necessary man. Contemplated siesta but got calls from Aunt T-B. & Mama T-B., yak yak yak YAK YAK man. Arranged with Jesús the Lawn Texican to do our yardwork this weekend, practicality overcomes cheapness man. Heard back from regular doctor, on vacation he man. He appears willing to Rx us Tylenol Many (2+1) or something similarly helpful, a boon if so man. He wants to shoot our hip joint with meat-tenderizer when he returns, whee and glee man. However, it won't be till next week, no man. What a great birthday present steroids should be, Major Food Group man. No party with the rubias tonight, no cavort we man. We have itineraried 2 ESs for Friday, probably attend only one we man. We intend to tackle Mama T-B.'s purses & shoes on Friday, offensively tackle we man. We'll probably also return many stockpiled items to Walmart, find carefully filed receipts*** for them first man. *** Mama T-B. files every receipt in a monthly envelope, man And that was/is our thrilling Thursday, report we man.

Poo is more effective than eggs, si man.

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Many CBP agents are in a foul mood and are looking to nail somebody. The magic words are, "May we involve your shift supervisor now, please?"

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They never stop... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Former White House Doctor Denies Ever Knowing A 'Joe Biden' WASHINGTON, D.C. — Former White House Physician Dr. Kevin O'Connor, who served from 2020-2024, testified this morning that he has never known any person by the name of "Joe Biden." The House of Representatives asked Dr. O'Connor to testify as to whether he had ever been instructed to lie about former President Biden's health and mental fitness, but Dr. O'Connor simply explained that he had never heard of anyone called "Joe Biden" or "President Biden" in his life. "Never heard of the guy, sorry," said Dr. O'Connor. [...] https://babylonbee.com/news/former-white-house-doctor-denies-ever-knowing-a-joe-biden

After TSA Policy Change, Production Finally Resumes At Crazy Mohammed's Shoe Bomb Factory DAMASCUS — Following the announcement by the Transportation Security Administration that the policy requiring airline passengers to remove their footwear at airport checkpoints was being lifted, news broke that production had finally resumed at Crazy Mohammed's Shoe Bomb Factory. The company had been struggling to stay in business since December 2001, when Richard Reid attempted to detonate a shoe bomb on board a passenger flight, resulting in tighter security measures that required passengers to remove their shoes for screening. Crazy Mohammed Al-Badawi, founder and president of Crazy Mohammed's, said the policy change came just in time. "We're back in business, boys!" Al-Badawi told his staff. [...] https://babylonbee.com/news/after-tsa-policy-change-production-finally-resumes-at-crazy-mohammeds-shoe-bomb-factory

TSA Announces Passengers No Longer Have To Remove Their Shoes Before Being Fondled SPRINGFIELD, VA — The Transport Security Agency has officially announced that passengers will no longer have to remove their shoes before being publicly fondled. According to acting administrator Ha Nguyen McNeill, the agency had concluded that asking patients to take off their shoes before being groped was time-consuming and unnecessary. "No one likes waiting to be fondled — we totally feel you," McNeill told reporters. "That's why, in the interest of [...] https://babylonbee.com/news/tsa-announces-passengers-no-longer-have-to-remove-their-shoes-before-being-fondled

7 Totally Plausible Explanations For What Happened To The Epstein List On Pam Bondi's Desk Attorney General Pam Bondi is in hot water today after the Epstein list that was "on her desk" a few months ago somehow went missing. Before you start attacking Bondi though, consider these seven totally reasonable explanations for what might have happened: [...] https://babylonbee.com/news/7-totally-plausible-explanations-for-what-happened-to-that-epstein-list-on-pam-bondis-desk

'There Is No Epstein Client List,' Say Epstein's Clients WORLD — Concerned citizens of nations around the world breathed a collective sigh of relief this week, as the individuals who comprised Jeffrey Epstein's client list assured everyone that there was no Epstein client list. After years of speculation about the names that could be present on the list of people who were involved in Epstein's alleged global human trafficking ring, the matter was finally settled by the people on the list issuing a joint statement denying the existence of the list. "The list that our names are on does not exist," said a representative of the people named on the list. [...] https://babylonbee.com/news/there-is-no-epstein-client-list-say-epsteins-clients

Pastor Gently Informs Worship Leader That The 'Thunderstruck' Riff Is Not An Appropriate Intro For 'Great Is Thy Faithfulness' COLUMBUS, OH — Pastor Weyland Benjamins of Mt. Olivet Baptist Church was forced to gently reprimand the church's worship leader yesterday by informing him that the "Thunderstruck" riff is not an appropriate intro to "Great Is Thy Faithfulness." As Pastor Benjamin put it, Angus Young's iconic, sizzling opening riff from AC/DC's song "Thunderstruck" was "somewhat lacking in reverence" and failed to help prepare the congregation's hearts for worship. "Now look here, Jesse," Pastor Benjamin said kindly, putting his arm around the crestfallen worship leader. [...] https://babylonbee.com/news/pastor-gently-informs-worship-leader-that-the-thunderstruck-riff-is-not-an-appropriate-intro-for-great-is-thy-faithfulness

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