MENTAL NOTE

"Though we cannot make our sun stand still, yet we will make him run."
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Cats and dogs can be friends. So can cowboys and indians. So can we.
Why try to be the best when there's no hierarchy in heaven?

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Kitty Claws

Women are mysterious creatures that have fascinated me ever since I was a kindergarten Romeo. They seem to be living in a parallel world of their own that we, traditional men, will never be able to fathom. Which is why I've always found it ironic that most me-and-my-relationship self-help books and glossy magazines alike are marketed toward women. If anyone needs a bit of guidance, it's us traditional hunky men. Of course, there's no such book when you really need one. Or (cr)app.

Take this moment in my life.

After class I was talking to a couple of female students — four if I remember correctly — in my private lair that some would dare call an office. In accordance with the manual of industrious studentship, they had some questions about today's lesson on English grammar.

And then something happened.

Angie (now my bride, then not-so-very-much-my-bride) entered my office and smiled at me. She'd come to pick me up but didn't get a chance to utter a single utterance, for four girls had suddenly transformed into panthers, fangs and claws ready to attack the girl they didn't know. There was tension in the room. I could feel it. We all could. Tension so palpable that you could sit on it and think it was a chair.

It lasted a good five seconds but they felt like a life-time. "I'll be down in a minute," I said, and Angie Dear left. The tension was gone as in immediately and the girls smiled at me and continued asking their questions about grammar as if nothing had happened. You know, the ones that were explained quite thoroughly in the grammar books they were carrying around in their feline bags?

As a student I was forced to read Don Juan, the epic satire by Lord Byron that is without a doubt the longest poem I've ever laid my eyes on. I read all 16,000 lines of verse. Surely if there was anyone who could enlighten me on what had happened on that summery day back in 2007, it would have to be the Don. So I opened the tome of love and as my eyes touched the lines as if they were made of pure silk, I came across the following words:

There is a tide in the affairs of women
Which, taken at the flood, leads—God knows where: 
Those navigators must be able seamen 
Whose charts lay down its current to a hair; 

It didn't help me one bit. I guess even Don Juan — who said, Who can penetrate the real sufferings of their she condition? — didn't know shit. He just got lucky.

So my question's still a question… what happened in my office? 

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125 comments:

  1. Hmmm, is it possible the supposed tension was an invention born out of the fantasies of a repressed, debaucherous, lascivious, blue degenerate? No, I'm sure, you stunning lothario, they were surely all at once jealous, vying for your attention.

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    1. No, there was a weird kind of tension, alright. For a moment it felt like I was just a witness, a mere bystander. In the car Angie asked me if I had felt it too. It would have made more sense if the whole thing had been a figment of my unlimited imagination. I have to disappoint you, sir. I know, it wouldn't be the first time.

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    2. Suuuuuuure she said that. Sure it wasn't just another aspect of your perverted imagination or weird sexual game you and Angie play where she gets you worked up by deceiving you that other girls want you so bad that the mere appearance of another vaginaed human would pose a threat to their seeking of information.
      Or, it could be that they were trying to garner information and someone interrupting that quest, not waiting her turn (perhaps seeing her as another student as a youthful hued lady), they were annoyed that the other potential student did not wait her turn. But no, it certainly was the precursor to a cat-fight, no way that you misread that.

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    3. A second visit by Pickleope Von Pickleope, the only true teacher I've ever known… Oh Happy Day! Now let's see what you have to say. WHAT! Are you accusing me of playing weird sexual games? How dare you! How shocking! How truly truly truly shocking! I suddenly wonder what would've happened if you had entered my lair. Something tells me there would've been tension, palpable tension. Those girls would've jumped you and taught you the latest kitty tricks right there and then. Purrrrr purrrrr teacher Pickleope purrrrrrr

      Sorry, I couldn't help that. It's my perverted imagination. You're so right.

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  2. Before I start you've just gone up ten notches for liking Byron, one of my favourite poets. If I was in that room now, I'd..... wait. Back to the issue. What happened there Randy my sweet and dandy is this: You're hot baby! Was it the room? Small? Did it make you sweat out more of those sexy pheromones that us women just love to breathe in? Was it your command of the English language perhaps? Nothing like a man who knows his punctuation, if you know what I mean. OK, well do you know what? Women are the worst evaluators of women. Fact. We all try and look lovely and put on our long boots and brush our shiny locks and don our red lipstick and we do it because we want to be adored by hunky, real men, or so we think. Really, we do it to annihilate our feline competition. The first person to say another woman looks bad will be another woman, not a bloke. Guys are pretty easy to please on the whole. So when your Angie dearest stepped in, all delightful and ready to take her man home, the others were threatened. Who the F...K (I'm not swearing today) is that? Ugh! She's pretty! How dare she! Maybe he's going to practise vowel sounds on her... wait, where was I? And then she left. Harmony restored as they flicked their hair and stuck out their chests and asked " Tell me again about morphology and context.....Sir"

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    1. Jules, your comment is like a entire post especially written for me. I feel so honored (honoured) and LIKED (thumbs up). Would you believe me if I told you I read all 16,000 or so lines in one go?

      Yes, it must have been the room. That or my color. You know I'm a deeper shade of blue, a sexy color indeed. No, it was definitely Angie. This was between them and her. I just didn't know what was going on. It was the strangest thing. Why would you want to annihilate, irradicate and wipe out your feline competition? It was like they knew... instantly. They must've had some secret radar pre-app back then. Could you say "Sir" again? I like it when you say it. Maybe you could throw in a bit of delicate cursing too? Meow! ;)

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    2. Good God (Can I say that on Easter Sunday?) Theres like blogs within blogs on here! Mines but a vignette in comparison. How do you have time to live, Grumpy? I don't know why you want to go on FB cos it's not as good as here. Sod it, I'm moving over to this social phenomenon. Is that how you spell phenomenon, Sir?

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    3. I'm pretty sure you can say, "Good God" on Easter Sunday for at least three reasons: (1) God is generally believed to be good; (2) you're not swearing; (3) even if you were swearing, I don't think God would care. He'd know who you are and he'd have a sense of humor. In my book too many religious folks out there take themselves and their religious ways too seriously. It is related to fear, ego and self-importance. How's that for a blog within a blog? You don't know why I want to go on FB? Who said I want to go on FB? Your spies are misinformed. You should fire them on the spot. That is how you spell phenomenon. One point extra for Jules. But here's the joke: I'm dyslexic. My field of non-expertise is spelling. Okay, stop laughing.

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  3. 16,000 lines you say
    Damn, he was mouthy at his bay
    I can top that though
    Although nonsense will flow
    At least i won't pretend to know crap
    I'll just give things a bad rap
    Women are out to lunch
    You never want to get near a bunch
    gossip and back stabbing at play
    I see it at that work sea every day
    Stepping on each other for a scrap
    Then away they will flap
    Are you sure it wasn't a fantasy though?
    But if it was, I guess Angie wouldn't go
    You now know how to clear a room
    Record the humper and let his humping loom
    Away they will run
    Or howl at the sun
    Or just snore away
    Then they won't join the fray
    Or then they may get pissed off because you fell asleep
    Even when they told you to sleep at your keep
    The only thing I can say
    You can't win so run the other way

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    1. That's what I said
      16,000 lines straight from his head
      The guy didn't know when to stop
      Being a hit unlike a flop
      Sure you can top his game
      Make him look all lame and tame
      Conquer many a dame
      And still be the same
      Rhyming Cat at your sea
      There's only one, never three
      I'm sure it wasn't bourbon talking
      Or ugly women stalking
      That humper fool would make them drool
      Or jump into a pool
      I wouldn't know or care to know
      When strange things happen at my show
      Gonna have some ear plugs made
      No ear-witnessing his getting laid
      That hump hump jerk should fall apart
      Or get some cramp right in his humpy heart

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    2. haha slip some drugs in his drink
      Then off the fink
      Not in a bad way
      Just ship him to the snip snip bay
      Then he can no longer play
      Or you could move him come May
      Just light a dog crap bag on fire
      Punch a hole in his tire?

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    3. In his drink? Well, it just might
      Put a stop to his hump-hump night
      Ship him to the snip snip bay? Good thinking
      Keep him there or get that friggin' boat a-sinking
      For all is good when he's among the fish
      Have him served up as a shark-shark dish

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    4. Just don't get caught
      Or to a non extradition country you will have to trot

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    5. I'd betterkeep that in mind
      When I'm making sure he's hard to find

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  4. the fact that Angie Dear walks around in catwoman outfit could be the reason of their jealousy.... just guessing :)
    I've always thought that ladies are actually more competitive than boys, after all they buy fancy dresses, pay expensive hairdos, go on diets... mostly to compete with other ladies...
    That Lord Byron was such a naughty fella, he was.... until he went to Greece, of course....

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    1. You know that drawing is a metaphor, right? Just kidding. Of course you do. :p Anyhooters.... I don't get that female competitiveness.

      Lord Byron liked to dress up too, wearing Spanish outfits and have his portrait done like he were The Don himself. But then he went... to Greece and... well, you know.

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    2. and Byron didn't have such problems because he was a bit.... well, you know... on the gay side.....

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    3. Just a bit. And you know I'm all for it. Life's too short to please others.

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    4. 'tis true... and he did live in the age of romanticism.....

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    5. I'm glad I didn't even though I know I'm a hopeless romantic at heart. What, you too?

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    6. knowing me, I'd probably fit best in European Realism

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    7. Knowing you, that just might be true.

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    8. although acting delightfully snobbish like Wordsworth or floating through the mists of opium with Coleridge... does sound like fun pastimes....

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    9. Ah an educated man, are you? As if I didn't know...

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    10. well, me does have an MA in English literature, you know :) Which is so funny given the fact I mostly despise English literature and prefer Russian, French, German, Serbian ones....

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    11. It's wonderfully ironic. My favorite book is Le Petit Prince. It tells you everything you need to know about me.

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    12. I haven't read that one.... I reckon 'tis not because you is petit but because you is a prince?

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    13. You reckoned correctly. Email your address and I'll send you a copy. You will like it. :)

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  5. Women are a bunch of catty creatures. We often feel like we are in competition with one another rather than working together. It's never made sense to me. That's why, I've always preferred the friendship of males. I have very few female friends. Men say what they mean and mean what the say. Women, not so much.

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    1. @Elsie - It's very strange behavior in my book, but if it's a fact, it's a fact. Good thing it doesn't make sense to you either.

      @ Jules - My eyes are wide open.

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    2. Yeah, it's too bad we women take too long to figure out it's not worth our time to be mean to each other. We could accomplish so much more if we had our heads on straight in our 20's. You men are lucky, really.

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    3. We're lucky. We never have our heads straight. ;)

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  6. I think my Don Juan was the Scarlet Letter. That book was torture, and then our teacher made us watch a movie that was accurate to the novel.

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    1. Ah the Scarlet Letter that should've been an email.. I remember that book. Didn't like it much. Good thing I've never seen the movie...

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    2. You haven't, Blue? Demi Moore plays herself in it..... :)

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  7. Anything offered up here is pure speculation... but, I'd say that Angie was HOT and she made those girls feel insecure.

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    1. The thought has crossed my mind. But it's still pretty strange behavior considering they had never met before.

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  8. Going with the posted picture I would assume that the tension you felt was due to the fact that they were all wearing the same outfit. I know I get annoyed when I bump into someone wearing the same cat woman outfit as me.

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    1. Hahaha that must be it. Riddle solved, mystery cracked or something to that effect. So what are you wearing today?

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  9. Did they know Angie and dislike her? That would be unusual because she is perfect, but some people don't like perfect. Or maybe she was the odd girl out because the others were such close friends and had a devious plan in mind for you.

    Love,
    Janie

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    1. They didn't and still disliked her. How rude, right? A devious plan.... you've got my attention. Tell me more (as long as it doesn't involve that poop cake I've been hearing so much about). ;)

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    2. Maybe they wanted to lock you in an attic and take turns having their way with you. That happens to me all the time.

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    3. Somehow I just knew you would say that. Your frankness is refreshing.

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  10. I promise to make no mention of Mr. Blue dude surrounded by a bunch of pussies. Just trying to read Lord Byron is enough to make anybody blue in the face....

    Gary :)

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  11. I do not even try and understand, life is so much simpler

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    1. Good thinking. I'll keep that in mind next time I'm in my office.

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  12. Hahaha at the same outfit comment. That must be it!

    Women tend to be jealous of other women, whether there is a need to be or not. I am not a big fan of having female friends because I can't take that kind of drama on a daily basis. My parents had a sneaking suspicion that I was a tramp when I was a teen because I only had 1 female friend and about 10 male friends lol. (I swear, I wasn't! I just preferred the non drama of the boys).

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    1. LOL, Blue, our sweet sister Theresa isn't just perdy but funny too :)

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    2. @Theresa Mahoney - Why would you be jealous of other women? I don't get that. Ten male friends... is that a fact? Oh my, your parents might've had some sleepless nights wondering what was going on. I believe you. Being a boy, I don't necessarily want to believe you (I'm programmed that way), but I do ;)
      @The Dezzman - You're so right.

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  13. My guess = your wife is hot and the other girls freaked out and got all jealous and hostile. I swear, we're our own worst enemies sometimes. Which is why most of my friends have been guys.

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    1. The thought had crossed my mind. But I'm vain, so I don't trust my own blue power of judgment. So you're like Theresa Mahoney, only with a machine gun?

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  14. Women donned themselves to look pretty, every one of them. They must look their best in whatever situations. If there is more than one lady in a room, the initial reaction is to size up each other and they immediately evoke one upmanship in terms of dressing and looks. There is not likely be immediate communication. In this case there are 3 so it'll take more time for things to work out. Nicely Blue!

    Hank

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    1. Or maybe it's the most direct way of communicating only we men are too primitive to notice. No? Can you imagine a world in which men size each other up, then rush home to put on something more upmanship...um...ful?

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  15. Both men and women are MYSTERIES. There are men that are just as difficult to understand as there are women out there whom are difficult to understand.

    Men are taught early on to work together (sports, work, etc) Women are taught to protect their home life aka husband, boyfriend, children at an early age. Along, the way, u develop a few close friends everyone else is kept at a distance. This would include men at your work, school, family, friends, etc. It is survival for us. Men are out their to plant their seed in as many as possible. Women are to protect her very core of her being.

    I have learned along the way. I can only take care of a few very well. I can be kind but not over extend myself on people whom will not be an important part of my life. Some start out in that position but lose their position if they don't as well NURTURE the relationship. I can't do it all by myself and I've learned that the hard way. There have been a few that I wanted to get close to and for whatever reason they did not want. One I have to learn to accept this and go on because time is too precious to waste it on someone who does not want the same thing u want. I've had to do this with loving relationships, working relationships and friend relationships.

    Women well we can be bitchy when we have to be. My guys know "Don't mess with me." Because well I will address the situation. And if u don't like to discuss the situation and u choose to stick ur head in the sand and ignore the situation, you will be the one misunderstood all ur life. Everyone in my life can tell u they know where they stand with me. I draw the lines very clearly. Bottomline is I don't do BULLSHIT. I work hard and I expect u to work hard too. There is a time for work and play.

    Men gossip as much as women if not more. I have learned that from working in almost a 99% male populated office. So stop kidding yourselves--y'all are just as catty too. Women live longer because we are not afraid to express our emotions. Men die because u keep everything inside.

    Well, that is my view on things anyway.

    The most important is that Angie loves u but more importantly TRUST u around all these young females. And u love her and trust her. In the end that is what matters most. She is who u go home to every night. The other girls (students) well they are in your life for a little while. And in the end u probably won't even remember them there are so many of them. Just make sure there is no misunderstanding. And that is that u are unavailable. UNAVAILABLE only available as a teacher during class time or office hours. Some will develop harmless crushes. Others well we all have our few crazies. No??? Hopefully, our crazies will move on down the road in life after awhile.

    Take care. ProfessorAlex and I have been bonding. We are developing our own little routine. He is starting to feel extremely comfortable and secure in his new home. He realizes this is a furever home and in the event of my death he will be taken care of by someone who will love and care for him as well as I would have plus I have financially made sure his life is secure. Preparing his Easter basket. some say this is crazy because Professor Alex doesn't understand. Bottomline is that I do understand and it is an expression of my care and love for him.

    Hope u, Angie and ur furry children are all doing well this week.

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    1. It's funny you should say that for I'm often told I'm very difficult to understand. I myself don't see why. I guess it all depends on who is talking to who (or whom, as you would put it).

      I know a lot of people but I can only be friends with a few. Unlike, for example, my aunt (the most sociable person in my family), I just wouldn't know how to divide my attention if I had more than, say, four non-virtual friends. Non-virtual…. I don't like that word. You can be somebody's friend even when you've never met. I remember your struggles with the male human. Men are strange beings even if I understand them. I for one, have always preferred the company of girls and women. I don't connect very well with men in everyday life. To go on is the only way. I tell ya, Miss Stormy Marples, until a decade ago, I used to waste so much time mulling over things that couldn't be changed. I'd waste time as if I had all the time in the world. Now I know so much better. I'm still blue but so much happier.

      I've always thought of you as a strong woman, and I admire the fact that you're straightforward. In my world, that's the only way. Unfortunately, not everyone feels that way and my directness has gotten me into trouble plenty of times. But I wasn't born to please everyone, so that's just the way it has to be. I do try my best not to hurt anyone. Always have, always will.

      I've heard it said before that men gossip. I'm not sure that applies to me and the majority of men I know. But, as said, I don't know a lot of men, so I'll just take your word for it. I do agree that men tend to keep things bottled up. I'm not that way. I hope this gives me an extra few years on this beautiful planet. It would be more beautiful if men - yes, the male species - didn't make such a mess of it bombing cities, pretending to be serious and important. Well, that's my view on things.

      As for Angie, she trusts me. That's all that matters to me. I'm too old to be playing games that don't lead to anything valuable. Besides, I've had my fair share of female company and I'm not one to fool around, crazy as I might be.

      Thank you for taking the time to write such a candid letters, for that's what it is. I really appreciate it and look forward to them. You take care of yourself and Professor Alex. He needs you. He depends on you. He trusts you. That's worth all the gold in the world. Mongo and Pebbles are asleep, dreaming of mice and birds that forever seem to escape their little kitty claws.

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  16. Hahahahaha! I'll tell you what happened Grumps... those girls wanted to stake their claim on you... mark their "territory". People are weird. Women more so.

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    1. SHE'S ALIIIIIIIIVE! Finally, there you are. Don't tell me: sunshine, beaches and lounging.... No? I thought marking your territory is a male thing. You're not weird. Maybe we both are and I'm blind to our weirdness. I miss you, cousin. Just don't tell anyone, for I'm a man and men don't say sentimental stuff like that. Should I be worried? ;)

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  17. pffftttt! I know you were a Don juan Lol
    Anyway Angie look awesome like always!!

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    1. How did you know? I never told you. I was as innocent as a little lamb on Sunday. Really. Okay, maybe not like a lamb, but certainly as innocent as a blue fox. How are you today, Gloria Dear? Feeling a bit better now? You told me you were often tired. I hope you're doing fine :)

      Yes, Angie looks better than me. That much I know is true.

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    2. And she look better than these others cats women with boots lol

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    3. now we know where Blue gets his SM boots from....

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  18. If I told you, I'd have to... you know ;)

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    1. Boy, do I know! I love knowing what you could've told me. :) Hope you're doing fine, Lynda. I wish I knew more about that secret project of yours.

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    2. what could it be, what could it be? Is Lyndy launching a music career? Shooting a film? Publishing a book? Dying her hair red?

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    3. I don't know. But she's up to something. That much I do know and considering she's the embodiment of all things creative, I just need to know. Dying her hair red?

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    4. yes, it's a part of her plan to rob the bank in Sydney! It will be her cover. You is so uninformed, Blue.... you need to subscribe to the memos from my penguins....

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    5. Sorry, Dezzzz. I tend to be misinformed when I'm tired. Will subscribe to your penguin memos.

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    6. speaking of bank robbers, where is Petsy Dear? I haven't seen her around. How is her hubs coping with 50 (although the gossips say the number is closer to 70) cats in the house?

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    7. I don't know, Dezzz. I stopped by a couple of times. Maybe she's busy.

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  19. What am I doing there on your wall?
    "you can't live with them you can't live without them"
    "you will offend them if you objectify them and offend them if you don't "

    Maybe they were there to learn grammar or English. The truth is when a gal or woman likes a guy, the most annoying thing in order
    - he is ignoring them
    - he has a gal friend
    - the galfriend is prettier than them

    So you can check all the above for the tension in the room. Trust me, I was there - on the wall with the whip?

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    1. I just had to put it there. The moment I'd put Errol Flynn on that wall, I knew his ridiculous attempt at cockiness needed to be made even more riduculous by you whipping his Don Juan buttocks. It was the only way.

      "You will offend them if you objectify them and offend them if you don't"... as in "I'm showing the world my sexy legs but don't you dare stare at them"? People are funny creatures, me included. Angie sure was the prettiest. Maybe they noticed. I know you noticed they noticed.

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  20. The short answer every gal convinces herself when a guy ignore them as "he must be gay" like all guy convince themselves that gals ignore them because "they all are gold diggers?"

    So they are proven wrong with a hot chick as galfriend or a boring loser as boyfriend - getting panties in twist is inevitable.

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    1. Again, people are funny. But your theory is very convincing. It may be an accurate description of all things human. Twisted panties.... sounds like the title of my next post.

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  21. Women feel threatened by other women, especially other pretty women. So when she stopped in the room the girls who were there got their hackles up and went on 'kill the competition' mode. Even though you might not be competition in the sense that they thought they had a chance with you, it didn't matter. Women, especially younger women will get like this is order to be the one that stands out because they want to be the prettiest, smartest, the one that gets all the attention in the room.

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    1. But why do women feel threatened by other women? That doesn't make sense to me. I know, I'm a man. I thought men were attention seekers, doing clumsy cartwheels when they're 14, showing their biceps when they're 16 and bragging about their car until they're dead.

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  22. I have to agree with Mary here. :) You just had a typical cat moment. Put felines in the same room and they all hiss and piss at each other. This is why women very rarely have true female friends. They know a lot of women (protection, and knowing the competition and all) but they are not really FRIENDS with many. By the way this is Melynda (aka Crazy world.) I'm back. Got one eye fixed well enough to blog again! Yay!

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    1. Hiss AND piss? That's quite a skill there. HEY!!!!! Melynda!!!! (The penny's dropped!) You're back!!!!! One eye fix well enough to stop by again! So good to hear from you. I've got some serious eye problems myself now, but this is not about me. One eye functoning again.... YAH!

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  23. Hi! I just got your comment :) My blog has is being attacked by spammers!! Apparently my anti-spam wasn't set up, and then I neglected my poor blog, so didn't know when they started their attack! But the good news is, I'm in the midst of fixing it. I have been working on deleting messages, bloccking them, etc for the last few days. And hopefully I will post on Monday! Poor, poor blog.

    But back to your blog! It was jealousy, pure and simple. Not ALL women are like this, but especially the younger they are, the more likely it is to happen. They saw beautiful Angie, felt insecure, and possibly possessive of you and out came the claws. Women!

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    1. Wait a minute... again? How come spammers love you so much? Did you check out my rocket? Guess who's on board too?

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    2. Again. What the heck, right? I must have some sort of special scent.

      I just looked at the rocket...I love it! You really are genius at putting that kind of thing together. Are you sure I should be looking over you in your bath, though? :)

      I just finally remembered to add the blogger board to my side bar!

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    3. Yeah, what the heck. You've got to stop attracting spammers with your special flowery scent. As for the rockett.... It'd never crossed my mind that you would be checking me out in my own bathroom. Good thing I always make sure to slip into my tailor made Speedos whenever I decide to take a long hot bath on my way to the moon.

      Hey, the Blogger Board! Thanks!

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  24. Boy...you sure got a lot of different answers here,Blue....
    I feel there is nothing I can add...and besides....I am just a gardener...not a philosopher....oh yes....and, a very happy Nana too...
    Any hoo....just wanted to say Happy Easter to you and your lovely wife.....
    Thanks for visiting me...I enjoy your pithy comments....and that is pithy not pissy!
    Hahaha!
    Cheers!
    Linda :o)

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    1. Happy Easter to you and you and your loved ones too, Linda. But what do you mean you're not a philosopher? Gardening brings out the philosopher in me. It allows me to come up with non-pissy comments. ;) Enjoy!

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    2. Why, thank you. That makes two of us, non-philosophizing fellow-gardener.

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  25. The four gals had already staked out their territory when the interloper came in. You're lucky they didn't pee on you.

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  26. Great comments from everyone. We all have our perspectives from our personal experiences.

    Just met my neighbor. Lovely med student and he will be my neighbor for the next 4 years. So polite. He said he does not hear any noise from my side. I told him I try to be a good neighbor.

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  27. Oops--ProfessorAlex needed a belly rub and so my iphone did it's thing and printed my comment before I was done.

    Well, I just got up. I had a migraine and went to bed at 8:00 p.m. and just woke up. Now, I'm wide awake. Took the pup for a walk outside. Then decided to catch up on some blogs/emails/Facebook. It's the way I keep in touch with my friends/family whom don't live in the same city. I am headed to a 24-hour pancake place in a minute. Then off to do a little bit of shopping at our local 24 hour WalMart. Best time to shop.

    I have great neighbors. It is three on three. Basically, like three little house together and then 3 houses facing each other but they are studios with little gardens on our patios. It rather is charming. U know that Elvis used to live here many many many moons ago. My two neighbors are my 90-year old neighbor. Sweetest little woman. And now this med student whom is just as sweet. And he will not mind my rose bushes trailing over his side of the fence. How sweet is that!!!! And quiet it. Both of them are so quiet.

    My blog name is who I am--Stormy--for I have stormy times I have weathered or will weather and Marples for the character Miss Jane Marples in Agatha Christie books. A spinster woman whom investigates murders and whatnot on the side.

    I am ok with my singleness and always have been. It does not stop me from living life because I do not have a companion to go through life with--

    I am content with who I am and where my journey is taking me.

    And God has given me very very very very good friends along the way. Not a whole lot but just what I need so I don't feel lonely. I do have to have some alone time and my friends don't take it personal when I want to be by myself.

    And children--well, God blessed me with "furry" children so I have never worried about having children. I don't hear that clock ticking in my life. My parents have always told me u always seemed to be "all right" with the fact that u were single. And so we were ok with it too. So they didn't even pressure me.

    We already know that I am different from other women.

    Hard but soft. And people know this about me and so they know what to expect.

    I was thinking about ur eyesight tonight. I am not sure if this will be an ongoing medical situation for u. But boy do I dislike it for u. I know that it has got to be hard to not be able to read, watch tv/movies or get on computer. My eyesight is getting blurry and right now I can fix that with changing the prescription on my reading glasses and driving glasses but boy do I not like it when I cannot read or get on computer.

    Well, I am headed off into the early morning hours. ProfessorAlex is content with his walk and ready for a nap again. Me well I have had my nap and will run a few errands, eat some pancakes, read the newspaper and then work on my Women's Bible Study for this coming Sunday night.

    The weather here has been beautiful. I plan on spending a lot of time outside with ProfessorAlex. I am taking him to another big park that he has visited yet on Saturday. And, of course, we will go to our weekend walks through the Elmwood Cemetery.

    I wish u would just have a page of access on Facebook. I have so many videos I would love for u to see. Plus some inspirational quotes and pictures. That is what I love about my Facebook. It is a happy place for me and also a place for me to remain close to those that I do care about--

    Most of the time I can be found laughing and my friends are like what are you laughing at and it is the funny videos and whatnot.

    Facebook not bad. Only if u use it for another purpose other than keeping up with only those u really care about. And we can block people and not friend people if u don't want them in ur life.

    Take care. StormyDawn and ProfessorAlex

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    1. Migraine… that doesn't sound good. Have you always had migraines?

      Where you live sure sounds like a quiet place to live. I'm so jealous. Yes, I know Elvis used to live there. I love his music so much I guess I know pretty much everything there is to know about the man. I own all of his records, no exceptions, as well as a whole lot of unreleased material.

      Oh I had the connection between you and your blog name already figured out, believe me. It makes perfect sense to me. The same goes for me… blue on the inside, always have been always will be. Hard but soft, soft but hard. Having someone to witness your life and the choices you make is a luxury that many people don't have. I guess I'm lucky. But one companion is all it takes, whether it's a furry friend or a furry human ;) Add a couple of friends in the mix and all is good. Well, maybe a wallet that isn't always empty makes a difference too. That's a matter of luck and hard work. Like you said, there a time for play and a time for work. I'm no stranger to work.

      Children is a tough subject for me to discuss, given that I have never wanted any. Ever since I've been married, people keep asking me the same question: when? As if my life has to be what they expect it to be. I don't think so. As if married people have to have children. I call it tunnel vision. Enough about that. Good to hear your parents never pressured you. Pressure is rarely a recipe for a happy life.

      My eyes are a problem. Well, it's not really my eyes but my brain, but in the end it's what I see and what I see is still not good. But my situation is fairly stable at the moment. Let's hope it stays that way. I'm skeptical, though. Sorry to hear about your blurry eyesight. I sure can relate. Mine is comparable to what happens when you stare at a flame: everything above it trembles.

      I imagine Professor Alex walking by your side in the early morning rain or when the sun is about to rise. He must be so happy. Finally there's someone he can trust. Believe me, he will love you more each and every day. Sweet little dog.

      I'm not the Facebook type. I know Facebook isn't bad. How could it be… it's a tool. But I'm glad to hear you use it to stay in touch with your friends. You would never use it to impress others. Like you said, you don't do bullshit. That sure puts a smile on my blue face. I tell jokes, I can be funny, but I don't do bullshit.

      Enjoy Easter and say hi to your little furry friend, okay?

      P.S. Do you know THIS song (Early Morning Rain)? It's a favorite of mine. It relaxes me.

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    2. U r always so kind and thoughtful and understanding. Not many people take the time anymore to get to know people. I will look at that video later. Thanks for suggestions. My lot in life migraines. I try to catch them early on. Professor Alex rescued me not the other way around. He gives me a purpose in life.

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    3. We all have a lot in life. Maybe that's the only way to fully appreciate life itself, I don't know. Somehow I knew you'd say that about Professor Alex. :)

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    4. We will not be going to the "doggie" park for awhile. I never say never about anything. However, I took ProfessorAlex on his walk around our house cuz I knew we were going to drive a bit to this other park. And when we got there, the doggie smells overwhelmed him. It took us 30 minutes to get 30 to 40 feet. Not much exercise for ProfessorAlex but plenty of sniffing opportunity. Well, finally I picked him up and we traveled to the pathway so we could continue on. Dogs are let free out here if u want--and then the galloping of the pups begin. Galloping towards me and ProfessorAlex. It was like a stampede on a small version but still a stampede. Now, I am not concerned that they would be hostile but rather ProfessorAlex is skittish around pups. Probably because he had to fight for his food or sneak it and was run off when he was homeless. So I picked him up, so he would not bolt and back out of his harness. And then the pups decided to circle us. And one big one proceeded to jump on us. The mommie and daddie of that one were throughly embarrassed. I just raised ProfessorAlex higher and higher as he was ANXIOUS. When it was all over, I had quite a few big paw muddy puppy prints from the other dog on me. I was all muddy. The owners were like "He has never never never done that before and he minds us." I was not upset just happy that ProfessorAlex handled it and didn' t bolt. I think we will stick with people parks with just a few dogs and the cemetery which usually has no dogs. Poor little fella--I so want him to enjoy his freedom. He loves to chase birds.

      Migraines--I usually can catch them early on and be out of commission only one day. Usually brought on by stress the doctor says. This last one brought on by toothache and not eating correctly that day. I knew I was in trouble when the throbbing started. Unfortunately, I had to forgo seeing a play that evening but gave the ticket away to someone else while I slept the evening away in my dark, cool, fan blowing studio until I woke at 3:00 a.m. wide awake hungering for pancakes. Yummy--

      I don't complain about any hardships I might experience. We all have them. It's our attitude about those hardships. Either we can whine and complain or find a way to deal with them as best we can. I am that kind of gal. Pull urself up by your bootstraps and do what u have to do. Survive or sink. I prefer to survive. I have low tolerance for those who don't try to dig theirselves out of their holes of hell as they perceive them especially if nothing is wrong with them. But that is me--

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    5. See now I would have been the student that was actually interested in grammar. I love learning. I have several books on grammar and whatnot. I am appalled at my coworkers' ability to not write well. I actually had to redo someone's memo last week at my request because it was AWFUL. I thought to myself u are so high up in rank and yet u can't write or spell at all. This totally makes u look dumb and this memo was going out and was going to be a part of something bigger. Later on, he was very thankful. In the past, he has not done much for anyone. He was trying to share his lunch with me, cover my desk so I could run to bathroom, couldn't stop trying to please me all day. I declined because I did do it out of care and concern for my guys so they wouldn't look bad but expected nothing in return. I don't think they are used to that truthfully. That someone can be kind to u and want nothing in return.

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    6. Your story reminds me of The Birds, only this time it's dogs, not flying creatures. Owners always come up with the same old line: "This is the first time he's ever done that. I don't understand…"Poor Professor Alex, but I'm pretty sure he could feel you were not upset, just happy. I used to love chasing birds too, but now I'm older and married, so that's a hobby I won't pursue ;)

      I know quite a few bloggers suffering from migraines. Robin is one. It must be tough. I can't imagine what it must be like. Is it a chronic problem? I know you're not one to complain. I too have very low tolerance for people who want to be seen as victims, people who won't even try to dig themselves out of their holes of hell. But sometimes you need help and maybe some people think they're all alone. It happens.

      I don't know many people who care much about grammar lessons. Those who do usually have a very practical reason for showing up in my classes, like being to me by their bosses or students whose level of English needs to be good enough for them to be allowed to study, say, international law. What amuses me is people who think languages don't change and who believe there's something intrinsically wrong with dialects, while standard American used to be just that - a dialect.

      It doesn't happen very often that I'm appalled by anybody's inability to write. What does appall me, though, is language being used as a tool to manipulate people. That happens a lot in politics on every level. It makes me so sick I need a pill. I'm also quite allergic to ulterior motives. I'm not allergic to people who want to lend a helping hand without wanting anything in return. There are more of those than cynics like myself can possibly imagine. I wish I weren't such a cynic.

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  28. I'm sure those students were just there to gain some further academic instruction. ;)

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  29. Wow, Blue, what a great post! Loved it. And how do you do your own graphics? It goes perfectly with the post. Have a wondrous Easter.

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    1. Hi Sandra, how nice of you to stop by again. Thanks for the complement. I appreciate you taking the time to read it. I do my own graphics the old school way: just Paint. It takes a long time but it allows me to relax and think about other things. Have a wondrous Easter yourself. Talk to you soon. :)

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  30. My silly ass don't know shit about shit, when it comes to girlies and their curlies hissing a sultry tune, but Me-OWE ME-YUM, tickle ma' BUM...even my horse is plump for the palpation resonating from all that tension.

    Happy Easter, and good feastings, Blue:D

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    1. That's less than much, naughty You-OWE YOU-YUM. I guess we can't be experts in every bum bum field, now can we? You know what... maybe we can. Not sure if we should. Unless it's Easter and you're looking for eggs.

      Happy Easter, Mr. Rafael!

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  32. 'Tension so palpable that you could sit on it and think it was a chair.' Excellent analogy.

    And as for the atmosphere, I would assume they were all vying for your attention. Especially as Angie is your wife, they wanted to make their presence felt as - 'we're terribly attractive and important too, you know.'

    To sum it up ... just woman being woman. And bitchy woman at that. That's why 95% of my friends are men. True.

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    1. Why, thank you Wendy. I can tell you're a connoisseur of the world of weird analogy. That's an admirable skill. Well, Angie wasn't my wife yet - far from it - but the image of her outfit might have wormed its way into my long term memory and triggered my proposal. Who know.

      You're not the only female blogger who tells me the majority of her friends are men. I wish the majority of my friends were women.

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    2. Haha! You may say that, but crikey ... you really wouldn't. Believe me. You 'really' wouldn't.

      Men are much nicer creatures. On the whole ...

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    3. Yes Wendy, us amazing men are much nicer creatures. Crikey and despite that, I think I need a harem of adoring women to cater to my ever whim. Yep, Wendy, then I woke up......

      Oh, hello Mr. Blue Dude!

      The amazing man that is Gary shall now go back to my shy, humble blog....

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    4. Wendy, I can tell Gary was familiar with crikey. I, however, had to look it up. I'm not ashamed to admit it, being a much nicer creature than your average woman friend. Just quoting. Well now, Mr Gary sir, I can tell you're still dreaming of women aplenty. How um.. nice (still quoting). ;)

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  33. You had to look up 'crikey!' Crikey! I shall add more of my common Down Under speech in the not too distant near future. If I remember...

    And Gary, stop following me around (joke) Haha! :)

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    1. I bet you shall! I shall like it too :) Yes, Gary... stop speaking of harems unless you want to invite us um.... me? ;)

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    2. Ooh and wow and crikey, my comment has to wait the approval of the Blue Bumpster. Gidday, Wendy. How are things um, Down Under? And Blue, go back to those belly dancing lessons. You are an honorary harem drag queen.

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    3. Yeah, I wouldn't want to mis out on your poetry, Gary. The Blue Bumpster... see, that exactly what I men. Pure poetical poetics with a twisted bark thrown in da mix. Yu mean my six-pack dancing lessons? Will do. I'm hoping to end up with a ten-pack. I'm honorarily honored. Who's my audience?

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  34. Hmm ... I'm sure I left a comment. I guess Blogger ate it up. Can't remember what I said now either. Oh well ..

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    1. You did leave a comment but this is the only way I notice your hard work. So tell me.... what did you say? Anything to do with Harem Gary?

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    2. Hey Blue Trousers,

      No doubt, it being the lovable Wendy, it was a comment that would have changed your life, the world and your buddies on Uranus. Harem, indeed, I need to wear a wig, methinks....

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    3. Hahaha I guess I'm stuck in a rut forever knowing I've missed out on a way out. Do you reckon The Cat is an import feline from Uranus?

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  35. And why this is titled "Kitty Claw"??? and the illustration with the cat women???

    Men will never understand what happened in your office Blue ***meow*** **grrr***

    And your're a teacher! I need to do a lot of back reading!

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    1. Well, considering it was almost a cat fight.... Yep, a university professor at your service. The fact that this is shocking makes me want to offer you a pill ;) Well, I destroyed my old blog when I hit rock bottom so I'm afraid there's not a lot of back reading. See, I've saved you a lot of work already.

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  36. No no I wasn't shock at all. I've been trying to figure out what is your main craft since every time I read your posts I was imagining different personality but I have this notion that you are a weird writer or an Einstein-(looking) like scientist.

    And oh I was a teacher some time by the way ***grin***

    (And another) Oh! You don't happen to be the university professor of the guy who claims "He's Such A Derp"? - Damien aka DWei?

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