This time it was a campaign against the skin cancer marauders and you know how wily they can be. Not surprisingly, those wily marauders regrouped and returned but not to tremendous effect since the doctor went to town with the freezer gun and must have nailed fifteen or twenty spots. Don't read a crisis into that as her objective was to shoot anything where it stands if it might think about growing a cancer. That was a bit stingy for some but not a big deal.
There was one she wanted to biopsy but there were some scars in that area and she couldn't tell which came from previous skin cancer surgery and which from something else. Yevette offered her thoughts on whatever did this or that one and I said, "Man, this sounds like the Discovery Channel and you're discussing the Aztec ruins."
Cute laughs as a result.
The culmination was the glory of Waffle House and regulars know I love that place. No-one poofs or panders in there since everyone is in such similar situations that sort of thing would be pointless. We have a good, inexpensive breakfast and if that's not complicated enough for you then Starbucks is more likely what you need.
Hat tip to Lotho since about a month ago I tried, couldn't hack it, and couldn't even eat it. This time it was complete scupperguts and I loved it.
There was some awful auto-tuned singer on the jukebox and I asked the server who it was. She said she didn't know and I told her there was not a need to learn; I was just curious whether I could press charges.
Cute laughs.
Some time later, I asked the cook and, he advised, get this, it was Drake. At that time I knew, this is not a comedy situation so I thanked him and went back to the table.
I think Drake was a big part of the recent Grammies but he's another autotuned whizkid.
Ain't no accounting for tastes ... or lack of them.
Note: the tracks I heard were electronic but it was just pop for the result. These days you can pull tracks like that out of a box of Corn Flakes.
On the return journey, we reviewed how Facebook has become a verb since anyone presenting with glassy eyes and little awareness of reality is either overdosing on heroin or has been Facebooked. In either case, summon medical assistance immediately; there is no time to lose. The assistance can actually work and help with a heroin overdose but not so much for anyone who has been Facebooked.
We also reviewed the concept of 'womansplaining' which can be seen in the hordes of wannabe feminists who patronize us endlessly with the 'inside scoop' on the bad things about Donald Trump's Cabinet picks. Presumably the thinking is no-one is already aware they are bad picks even after a kabillion instances of womansplaining how extremely, utterly, contemptibly, horribly bad they are.
But, really, I was listening. I just, um, missed that part. What were you saying again?
Then we wondered how far back the wannabes have set feminism and we finally concluded it was just about a century. They will be lucky to retain the right to vote.
Ed: if all that came from eggs and hash brown, maybe reconsider your idea of ever eating steak!
Good advice (larfs).
There was one she wanted to biopsy but there were some scars in that area and she couldn't tell which came from previous skin cancer surgery and which from something else. Yevette offered her thoughts on whatever did this or that one and I said, "Man, this sounds like the Discovery Channel and you're discussing the Aztec ruins."
Cute laughs as a result.
The culmination was the glory of Waffle House and regulars know I love that place. No-one poofs or panders in there since everyone is in such similar situations that sort of thing would be pointless. We have a good, inexpensive breakfast and if that's not complicated enough for you then Starbucks is more likely what you need.
Hat tip to Lotho since about a month ago I tried, couldn't hack it, and couldn't even eat it. This time it was complete scupperguts and I loved it.
There was some awful auto-tuned singer on the jukebox and I asked the server who it was. She said she didn't know and I told her there was not a need to learn; I was just curious whether I could press charges.
Cute laughs.
Some time later, I asked the cook and, he advised, get this, it was Drake. At that time I knew, this is not a comedy situation so I thanked him and went back to the table.
I think Drake was a big part of the recent Grammies but he's another autotuned whizkid.
Ain't no accounting for tastes ... or lack of them.
Note: the tracks I heard were electronic but it was just pop for the result. These days you can pull tracks like that out of a box of Corn Flakes.
On the return journey, we reviewed how Facebook has become a verb since anyone presenting with glassy eyes and little awareness of reality is either overdosing on heroin or has been Facebooked. In either case, summon medical assistance immediately; there is no time to lose. The assistance can actually work and help with a heroin overdose but not so much for anyone who has been Facebooked.
We also reviewed the concept of 'womansplaining' which can be seen in the hordes of wannabe feminists who patronize us endlessly with the 'inside scoop' on the bad things about Donald Trump's Cabinet picks. Presumably the thinking is no-one is already aware they are bad picks even after a kabillion instances of womansplaining how extremely, utterly, contemptibly, horribly bad they are.
But, really, I was listening. I just, um, missed that part. What were you saying again?
Then we wondered how far back the wannabes have set feminism and we finally concluded it was just about a century. They will be lucky to retain the right to vote.
Ed: if all that came from eggs and hash brown, maybe reconsider your idea of ever eating steak!
Good advice (larfs).
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