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On iGoogle, I have a gadget with a daily joke. Today's made me giggle, so I thought I'd share:
It's the spring of 1957 and Bobby goes to pick up his date, Peggy Sue. Bobby's a pretty hip guy with his own car and a ducktail hairdo. At the front door Peggy Sue's father answers and invites him in.
"Peggy Sue's not ready yet, so why don't you have a seat?" he says.
"That's cool." says Bobby.
Peggy Sue's father asks Bobby what they are planning to do. Bobby replies politely that they will probably just go to the malt shop or to a drive-in movie.
Peggy Sue's father responds, "Why don't you kids go out and screw? I hear all of the kids are doing it."
Naturally this comes as quite a surprise to Bobby and he says, "Whaaaat?"
"Yeah," says Peggy Sue's father, "Peggy Sue really likes to screw; she'll screw all night if we let her!"
Bobby's eyes light up and he smiles from ear to ear as he mentally revises the night's plans. A few minutes later, Peggy Sue comes downstairs in her little poodle skirt with her saddle shoes and announces that she's ready to go. Almost breathless with anticipation, Bobby escorts his date out the front door while Dad is saying, "Have a good evening, kids!"
About 20 minutes later, a thoroughly disheveled Peggy Sue rushes back into the house, slams the door behind her and screams at her father, "Dammit, Daddy! The twist! It's called the twist!!"
And for Dad, the Pun King:
A bear walks into a bar and says, "I want a bourbon and...............coke"
The bartender asks "What's with the huge pause?"
The bear says, "I've had them all my life."
Muaha.
Mom reimbursed me for a bunch of clothes I bought myself a while ago, and I deposited the paycheck from my 45 hour week. I have enough to pay off my credit card and have maybe a hundred left in the bank. However! Ryan's mother, Gail, paid off the rest of the car, so both he and I get cuts of the grand total (his is a finder's fee, mine is because it was my car). So as soon as that check clears, I'll have money again! That doesn't go straight to paying off debt! YES! WOO!
Of course, then Ryan and I will be going up to New York, where a motel may be needed for a night or two depending on Ryan's allergies, and then Maine, where I've been told there will be lots of shops selling pretty things. Sooo...yeah. That money probably won't last very long.
Last year, Dad urged me to e-mail a friend of his who more or less runs Everyday Democracy, once known as Study Circles. They help communities " find ways for all kinds of people to think, talk and work together to solve problems," and Dad thought I belonged there, since I want to save the world (XD). Martha McCoy (Dad's friend) and I played e-mail tag for a couple weeks in September, then we both more or less gave up since (a) there weren't any real openings at the time, and (b) we couldn't seem to find a good time to meet up.
However, Dad talked to her recently, and her eyes reportedly lit up when he mentioned that I'm a writer. Everyday Democracy is non-profit, and what do non-profits need? Grants! What do grants need? Proposals! Which need to be written by people who know how to put sentences and ideas together in a clear and coherent manner. *points at self with big cheesy grin* So, I'm going to e-mail her again (when I get my courage up) and see what can happen. This may end up screwing with my work schedule at Curves, but it may just be worth it. Let's hope!
Alright, back to putting calendars together. I put off the August town calendars until now, two days before the 1st! Bad Ruth!
Oh, final bits of news: I've lost 5 pounds in the past month, and Monday was six months for Ryan and me. :D!
It's the spring of 1957 and Bobby goes to pick up his date, Peggy Sue. Bobby's a pretty hip guy with his own car and a ducktail hairdo. At the front door Peggy Sue's father answers and invites him in.
"Peggy Sue's not ready yet, so why don't you have a seat?" he says.
"That's cool." says Bobby.
Peggy Sue's father asks Bobby what they are planning to do. Bobby replies politely that they will probably just go to the malt shop or to a drive-in movie.
Peggy Sue's father responds, "Why don't you kids go out and screw? I hear all of the kids are doing it."
Naturally this comes as quite a surprise to Bobby and he says, "Whaaaat?"
"Yeah," says Peggy Sue's father, "Peggy Sue really likes to screw; she'll screw all night if we let her!"
Bobby's eyes light up and he smiles from ear to ear as he mentally revises the night's plans. A few minutes later, Peggy Sue comes downstairs in her little poodle skirt with her saddle shoes and announces that she's ready to go. Almost breathless with anticipation, Bobby escorts his date out the front door while Dad is saying, "Have a good evening, kids!"
About 20 minutes later, a thoroughly disheveled Peggy Sue rushes back into the house, slams the door behind her and screams at her father, "Dammit, Daddy! The twist! It's called the twist!!"
And for Dad, the Pun King:
A bear walks into a bar and says, "I want a bourbon and...............coke"
The bartender asks "What's with the huge pause?"
The bear says, "I've had them all my life."
Muaha.
Mom reimbursed me for a bunch of clothes I bought myself a while ago, and I deposited the paycheck from my 45 hour week. I have enough to pay off my credit card and have maybe a hundred left in the bank. However! Ryan's mother, Gail, paid off the rest of the car, so both he and I get cuts of the grand total (his is a finder's fee, mine is because it was my car). So as soon as that check clears, I'll have money again! That doesn't go straight to paying off debt! YES! WOO!
Of course, then Ryan and I will be going up to New York, where a motel may be needed for a night or two depending on Ryan's allergies, and then Maine, where I've been told there will be lots of shops selling pretty things. Sooo...yeah. That money probably won't last very long.
Last year, Dad urged me to e-mail a friend of his who more or less runs Everyday Democracy, once known as Study Circles. They help communities " find ways for all kinds of people to think, talk and work together to solve problems," and Dad thought I belonged there, since I want to save the world (XD). Martha McCoy (Dad's friend) and I played e-mail tag for a couple weeks in September, then we both more or less gave up since (a) there weren't any real openings at the time, and (b) we couldn't seem to find a good time to meet up.
However, Dad talked to her recently, and her eyes reportedly lit up when he mentioned that I'm a writer. Everyday Democracy is non-profit, and what do non-profits need? Grants! What do grants need? Proposals! Which need to be written by people who know how to put sentences and ideas together in a clear and coherent manner. *points at self with big cheesy grin* So, I'm going to e-mail her again (when I get my courage up) and see what can happen. This may end up screwing with my work schedule at Curves, but it may just be worth it. Let's hope!
Alright, back to putting calendars together. I put off the August town calendars until now, two days before the 1st! Bad Ruth!
Oh, final bits of news: I've lost 5 pounds in the past month, and Monday was six months for Ryan and me. :D!