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Post by Introvertigroo on Jan 16, 2016 6:27:50 GMT
I liked it. It was Cats. I want to see it again and again.
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Post by donavan on Jan 16, 2016 15:54:55 GMT
I don't like cats.......or dogs.
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Post by Mare on Jan 16, 2016 20:15:13 GMT
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Post by donavan on Jan 17, 2016 0:11:43 GMT
If you mean a lock of wool matted with dung hanging from the hindquarters of a sheep, then yes I do.
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Post by Introvertigroo on Jan 18, 2016 0:30:43 GMT
If you mean a lock of wool matted with dung hanging from the hindquarters of a sheep, then yes I do. Your avatar's eyes make a lot of sense now.
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Post by Mare on Jan 18, 2016 1:01:06 GMT
I'm speaking Pikey, not conversational English, donavan.
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Post by Introvertigroo on Jan 18, 2016 1:04:54 GMT
I'm speaking Pikey, not conversational English, donavan. Perhaps he knows that and is making what law enforcement refers to as a spontaneous confession.
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Post by Mare on Jan 18, 2016 1:12:41 GMT
Perhaps he knows that and is making what law enforcement refers to as a spontaneous confession. As usual, I didn't think of that, Introvertigo! I was thinking of dingleberries.
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Post by Introvertigroo on Jan 18, 2016 1:17:12 GMT
Perhaps he knows that and is making what law enforcement refers to as a spontaneous confession. As usual, I didn't think of that, Introvertigo! I was thinking of dingleberries. You can always count on me to find the worst possible interpretation of any situation--usually I follow this up with inappropriate laughter.
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Post by Mare on Jan 18, 2016 1:20:50 GMT
I am the opposite...I laugh and THEN I think of the most inappropriate interpretation. then I go:
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Post by Introvertigroo on Jan 18, 2016 1:28:51 GMT
I am the opposite...I laugh and THEN I think of the most inappropriate interpretation. then I go: If it makes you feel any better, laughter is often the most inappropriate interpretation, and recommend more laughter for everyone. Case in point, a fit of laughter that struck me earlier when my friend brought up the story of how his cat Pete had to have an expensive jaw-wiring procedure after an injury, only to get hit by a car and killed one week later. Awful, yes, but funny in a sickly ironic way. He tried to say the story wasn't funny, but it was hard to hear him through his own laughter. Also, I wouldn't have laughed had this not been my closest friend...maybe.
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Post by Mare on Jan 18, 2016 1:31:44 GMT
If it makes you feel any better, laughter is often the most inappropriate interpretation, and recommend more laughter for everyone. Case in point, a fit of laughter that struck me earlier when my friend brought up the story of how his cat Pete had to have an expensive jaw-wiring procedure after an injury, only to get hit by a car and killed one week later. Awful, yes, but funny in a sickly ironic way. He tried to say the story wasn't funny, but it was hard to hear him through his own laughter. Also, I wouldn't have laughed had this not been my closest friend...maybe. Interesting. I want to ask if you are related from my ex-relatives from Cleveland, but that would be inappropriate.
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Post by Mare on Jan 18, 2016 1:40:37 GMT
Ha! Something just happened that made me want to be inappropriate in response...
My doorbell rang. It is just getting dark here, but I have a nice security screen door so I opened the door. Some random, male stranger said, "Diana?" I answered, "No." He asked me if it was [insert wrong address here] Again, I said, "No." The man seemed irked and said, "It's not?" "No, it isn't [repeated wrong address] He apologized.
I thought of something inappropriate to say afterward, but it was too late.
It was "Too bad you climbed up the stairs for nothing, you goofy person! Why didn't you check the number on the building? Diana doesn't live in EVERY unit A, here!"
I can be inappropriately sassy, on occasion.
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Post by Introvertigroo on Jan 18, 2016 1:47:15 GMT
Mare, that reminds of an annoying phone called I once received. This came about because of the pastor at my parents' church. My dad sometimes gave a guest sermon if the pastor was unavailable, so Pastor John decided that we wanted to have our phone number listed for solicitors trying to sell stuff to the church. I live alone now, and until I ditched the land line, I would still get calls occasionally trying to reach the church. When someone called trying to sell some church-related thing, I calmly explained, "You have the wrong number. This is a residence, not a church." The woman's response: "Are you sure?" I am not known for my patience and responded, "Yes, I am sure I don't live in a fucking church." I am so glad I went cellphone-only.
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Post by Mare on Jan 18, 2016 1:49:25 GMT
Totally inappropriate, but incredibly funny!
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