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A new couple were making love in the dunes. When they were
done he said, “How lucky for us that you brought a condom
with you.”

She said, “We’re even luckier than you think because I found
it here in the sand.”

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Each week ten words are posted to which you can respond to with the first thing that comes to mind. “Rules are, there are no rules.” There are no right or wrong answers. Don’t limit yourself to one word responses; just say everything that pops into your head.

I say … and you think … ?

  1. Carpet :: Muncher
  2. Bottoms :: Up!
  3. Music :: Loud
  4. Nails :: On a blackboard
  5. Watch it! :: Jackass!
  6. Your life :: What have you done with it?
  7. Candies :: Delicious
  8. Chafing :: Buttocks
  9. Svelte :: and sexy
  10. Ding :: Da-ding-ding


Wow, been a while since I’ve actually blogged, eh? I just really haven’t had all that much to say. It’s just been a work-eat-sleep-repeat kind of life lately.

Work-wise, things are going well. I’m still poor, but I’ve been working enough overtime to cover the bills (barely). One of our assistant managers got fired for drinking on the job as well as theft.  He’d apparently been taking Red Bull without paying for it, then going out to his car and adding vodka. The guy was actually stupid (or drunk) enough to offer some to a co-worker, which is how he got caught. After he got fired, reviews of the security footage showed a whole bunch of other things going on. So, with any luck, I’ll be promoted to Assistant Manager soon. My manager siad she’d promote me now, but she’s afraid she’ll lose me to another store if she does and she wants to get me trained up a bit more so I’m not thrown into a situation I’m not ready for. Hopefully, it’ll happen after the new year starts. Apparently, there was discussion between some of the store managers and our district manager about me specifically after there last meeting. Other stores are hurting for competent leaders, so I guess I’m a hot commodity 😉

Meanwhile, I’m holding on and trying not to screw up. I found out from a co-worker that Nimeh is still working against me. Apparently, she has a “definite vendetta” against me and when I turn over the store after the shift change, she walks around looking for stuff that she can report to our manager. Well, let her. There’s not much to find, but of course, when you’re looking for problems, you’ll find them, especially if you’re being extra nit-picky. Still, Liz is smart enough to know what’s going on and Nimeh is actually making herself look much worse than she’s causing problems for me. Meanwhile, I’m taking the high road, doing my job to the best of my ability, and not worrying about it. I know my work is appreciated by those that matter.

So, time to get to work. That’s the update for the past couple of weeks. I’ll try to blog a bit more often 🙂


Recently a teacher, a garbage collector, and a lawyer wound up together at the Pearly Gates. St. Peter informed them that in order to get into Heaven, they would each have to answer one question.

St. Peter addressed the teacher and asked, “What was the name of the ship that crashed into the iceberg? They just made a movie about it.”

The teacher answered quickly, “That would be the Titanic.” St. Peter let him through the gate.

St. Peter turned to the garbage man and, figuring Heaven didn’t *really* need all the odors that this guy would bring with him, decided to make the question a little harder: “How many people died on the ship?”

Fortunately for him, the trash man had just seen the movie. “1,228,” he answered.

“That’s right! You may enter.”

St. Peter turned to the lawyer. “Name them.”

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*Shamelessly stolen from Commissioned


George and Harriet decided to celebrate their 25th Wedding
Anniversary with a trip to Las Vegas. When they entered the
hotel/casino and registered, a sweet young woman dressed in a
very short skirt became very friendly. George brushed her off.

Harriet objected, “George, that young woman was nice, and you
were so rude.”

“Harriet, she’s a prostitute.”

“I don’t believe you. That sweet young thing?”

“Let’s go up to our room and I’ll prove it.”

In their room, George called down to the desk and asked for
‘Bambi’ to come to room 1217.

“Now,” he said, “you hide in the bathroom with the door open
just enough to hear us, OK?”

Soon, there was a knock on the door. George opened it and Bambi
walked in, swirling her hips provocatively.

George asked, “How much do you charge?”

“$125 basic rate, $100 tips for special services.”

Even George was taken aback. “$125! I was thinking more in the
range of $25.”

Bambi laughed derisively, “You must really be a hick if you
think you can buy sex for that price.”

“Well,” said George, “I guess we can’t do business. Goodbye.”

After she left, Harriet came out of the bathroom. She said, “I
just can’t believe it!”

George said, “Let’s forget it. We’ll go have a drink, then eat

At the bar, as they sipped their cocktails, Bambi came up behind
George, pointed slyly at Harriet, and said, “See what you get
for $25?”


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…. But busy. I’m about to work 24 out of 36 hours. That should be fun.

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