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I still can’t watch Harry and the Hendersons without my binky.

Which ending?

For a change I won’t respond with a joke. You are correct.

Selective memory is a poison. Unfortunately those old enough to know better often make it difficult for new generations to learn historical truth. Historical atrocities should be learned and understood.

It’s sad when the world forgets history. And, unfortunately, the world keeps forgetting not to forget.

Sipping a Boulevardier and listening to jazz on CBC Radio 2 (CBC Music) right now on my porch. Happy place.

But only to use the restroom.

If one does not dream, one cannot attain a dream. That being said, I was so sure I made the perfect cup of coffee this morning, and it tasted like turd.

I prefer challenging others. Just a heads-up, your hide-a-key rock is no longer in your front yard.

What’d you call me?!?

Those guys better get their bitch-asses in the kitchen and make their own pie!

Nah, just “bully” yourself (but kindly). You know (I know you do) how much better you’ll feel when it’s done. Then you’ll reward yourself with self-gratification and allow yourself some truly stress-free “down time” to do whatever brings you joy. What time should I be there with the drinks?

I worked at The Second City in Toronto for many years “back in the day”. I met them all, many times—best years of my life.

Perfectly crafted joke. I applaud you! 💯

Kool-aid was not a thing in my house as a kid either. But the carbonated version you’re showing brings back fond memories of my childhood. I think it’s only a Canadian thing, but I can still taste it with fond mind memories.

Sooo… should I give up smoking entirely, or should I allow myself a single unfiltered Camel—lit with a wooden match—and a glass of Dom Pérignon, just after I’ve finished writing a novel?

Hey! Did you take mine?!

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Could be worse. I met a proctologist at a party once…

Joni Mitchell lyrics?

Only on Bluesky? Oh, how I envy you. My nana is staring at me right now. This is not going to end well.

Maybe. But what does that say about me and my telemarketer vanity plate?

If I were there, I would have eaten it all when you weren’t looking. Then I would have lied and blamed it on your dog. And when you claimed you don’t have a dog I would have said, “what’s that then?” while pointing at a dog I had secretly smuggled into your house earlier. I plan ahead.

Well, I took the free online IQ test. I got all 10 questions right! I have an official IQ score of “awesome”. So don’t talk down to me.

That’s nothing. I just filled up my ink well but completely forgot how to slice the tip of my feather quill into a nib.

But where are all the casinos, wax museums, and chain restaurants?

Same thing happened to me. Unfortunately on my back.

S’All good, man. I’ll be renting it for my mother-in-law.

I hope that’s many years from now! Unfortunately I’ll be busy that day—being first in line to put in an application for your apartment.