So this is guy on my Mom's block who is a bit of a dick. He was a sanitiation inspector who used to go around giving out tickets. He is retired now but he must of pissed off a bunch of people. Because he always seems to be the victim of spite work. They broke his windows a few times. Stole the hose in front of his house. Stole the pumpkins he put out for Halloween. Even stole some of his Christmas decorations. But this week took the cake.
Somebody stole all four tires off his car and left it on blocks right on the street. Nobody heard anything which is pretty funny in itself. The guy wakes up and goes outside and has no tires.
So tonight I went by my Mom's and I see him sitting in the car which now has tires on it. So I go to him: "Hey it looks like you re-tired."
He didn't think that was very funny.
Some people just don't have a sense of humor.
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Ron knows that pose (for the car). It's really famous in Detroit.
I hope he shows up and knows what the hell I'm trying to remember here.
They did boost Jesse Jackson's Escalade like this here in Deetroit lately...but I'm blankin' on the term here!
Could of been worse. They could have burned his car.
In Chicago, they would have blown it up.
Some people just don't have a sense of humor. Others, no sense of fum.
Others, no sense of fum
Nero fummed* while Rome burned.
___________
*doubled consonant to retain the short "u" vowel and also to avoid confusion with "fumed":
Obama fumed while Rome burned.
Obama fumed while Rome burned.
Obama fumbled while Washing burned makes as much sense.
Are you LOLing yet MamaM?
Not tonight Chickelit. The fumbler on the roof did me in.
Obama has no lilt, not a fum bone in his body. He's an elbow flinging hardball player. Clinton is the essence of fum. Put him near a podium, he'll rosin up the bow and fum by ear.
I love Bill Clinton.
Mama wonders if Titus might be Bill's other brother; or better yet, a son tucked away by The Man Himself with the help of the Missus, to preserve their unimpeachable honor.
Part of the same fumily.
Old King Cole
Was a merry old soul
A merry old soul was he
He called for his pipe
He called for his bowl
And he called for his fiddler's three
For those preferring privates to fiddlers, Harry sings a different song.
How's this for karma? MamaM's recent visits to Trooper's garden have caused Google to list it's pictured glory next to Drudge on Mama's handy visitor screen.
Thar she blows!
Mama is everywhere!
Kind of like gays say about themselves.
Were everywhere!
Sadly, Trooper is not. Not a whisker is stirring, not even a mouse.
MamaM hopes he is undauntedly busy and not feeling low, or sick from licking tainted lettuce.
Maybe he's having a hard time choosing the right tree. Family stuff and old traditions can press in this time of year.
Oh no! What if he does a BISSAGE??
Suddenly Gone!!
This conversation is turning into something that would interest only Trooper and Meade, and not even Trooper that much.
Some people find themselves more interesting than others.
Particularly those who enjoy leaving fresh loaves as tokens of neighborly cheer.
MamaM said...
Oh no! What if he does a BISSAGE??
He was bigger than life. In an age of few heroes, he was the genuine article. But he was more than a hero. He was a symbol of so many of the qualities that made America great. The ruggedness, the tough independence, the sense of personal courage - on and off Althouse - reflected the best of our national character.
We miss you blogfather
Calm down, calm down.
What are you gonna do when I go on vacation for the rest of the month?
What are you gonna do when I go on vacation for the rest of the month?
I plan to drop out of sight.
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