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in reply to a message by Daividh
"THE Dagda (always "The")"
Is that kinda like "THE Donald"?
Welcome home, Daividh Duck. We missed you. :)
-- Nanaea
Is that kinda like "THE Donald"?
Welcome home, Daividh Duck. We missed you. :)
-- Nanaea
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Thankee :)
I'm afeerd I'll be off all of the week of Jan 15-20, as Yoonited Van Lines comes in, packs my life away, and hauls it up to I-75, Exit 87. I'll see if the library folks will let me use one of their powerful supercomputers Pooh, Tigger, or Kanga for short periods then, just to stay sane.
Actually, Nan, I never figured you as one who herded Beverly Cleary books all day (is the old dear still alive? She's at least 87). I sorta had you pegged as the kind of person who might work somewhere up Nicholls Road...?
Don't answer here, of course.
I'm afeerd I'll be off all of the week of Jan 15-20, as Yoonited Van Lines comes in, packs my life away, and hauls it up to I-75, Exit 87. I'll see if the library folks will let me use one of their powerful supercomputers Pooh, Tigger, or Kanga for short periods then, just to stay sane.
Actually, Nan, I never figured you as one who herded Beverly Cleary books all day (is the old dear still alive? She's at least 87). I sorta had you pegged as the kind of person who might work somewhere up Nicholls Road...?
Don't answer here, of course.
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Whats the equivalent of Normal Bates in Gaelic?
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Do you really think I'd brave the Gates of Hell (in Italian, Verrazano), outrageous tolls, mountains of roadside litter, fear that I've forgotten my suicide kit, and the labyrinthine tangle of Long Island parkways simply to stalk a female respondent to this Website? Even one so evilly toothsome as Our Nan?
If I was so inclined, the myriad honeys of the Accounting department are just down the hall, without even a risk of slipping on ice in the parking lot.
Besides, Mother would be furious.
(You'll find, Buddy, that the only real consolation of growing older is that the pool of younger women grows every day.)
If I was so inclined, the myriad honeys of the Accounting department are just down the hall, without even a risk of slipping on ice in the parking lot.
Besides, Mother would be furious.
(You'll find, Buddy, that the only real consolation of growing older is that the pool of younger women grows every day.)
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