So while they are having a snowstorm in NYC in October we thought we would escape to Florida for some fun in the sun.
And it has done nothing but rain the whole time we were here.
No Pool. No beach. No going to the stores.
Just sitting in the house on the easy chair drinking beer.
(all those prayers to St Jude have worked)
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You should take some back to New York with you. I hear that works out well.
My uncle brough me back an alligator in 1968. He died and we flushed him down the toilet.
At least we think he died.
You know that would be a good premise for a movie.
I went to the OTB parlor here in Cheeseland and couldn't bet on Belmont races because they were cancelled "due to weather." What a bunch of pansy asses you NYers are. There's a track in Omaha that famously kept racing even though a tornado touched down on the backstretch.
I believe it was a movie, Troop, though set in Chicago and unimaginatively called "Alligator".
The racetracks have declined nd because the government took them over. They even closed OTB in New York. These douchenozzles couldn't even run gambling when they had a monoply.
It was so much better when the Mob ran everything!
I like to go up in my elevator in fart with the hopes that the elevator will capture the fart and the next person using it will be subjected to the smell.
But it can be dangerous, which is part of the fun, what if someone comes on while I am still on and just farted? Then they know it is me.
I am wild like that.
Garlic Farts are the most stinky of all farts.
Onion dip/beer farts are lethal.
Trooper, I wasn't aware they closed OTB in NYC. The next thing you know they'll be controlling what you eat..oh wait!
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