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Re: Kabu
Thank you dear, I do feed this cat because I think otherwise it would have tp kill to eat.
posted by
C_C_T
on July 21, 2023 at 10:43 AM
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Re: Good afternoon Sherri
Did he get the drink? he was a a bit thick for a string. He should have gone to an off licence.
posted by
C_C_T
on July 21, 2023 at 10:41 AM
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Re: Taps
Not so bad now the virus is under control. A job to get an op here all on strike half the time. My brother went in with a cut on his arm and caught the virus. Death accidental.
posted by
C_C_T
on July 21, 2023 at 10:39 AM
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Re: FS
Yes, he is not well at all. Thanks
posted by
C_C_T
on July 21, 2023 at 10:31 AM
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Re: Ciel
Thanks, Ciel, chin up.
posted by
C_C_T
on July 21, 2023 at 10:30 AM
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Clever poem... I have never been able to grasp 'string theory.'
Good for you, for feeding that skitty cat!
posted by
Ciel
on July 21, 2023 at 9:54 AM
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Here is to hoping that Archie's health improves.
posted by
FormerStudentIntern
on July 21, 2023 at 5:23 AM
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There's a piece of string in my life that I have never measured.
There is also a man I care about who is not well and facing surgery. Surgery at anytime is no fun but when a man is 80, even minor surgery is a major thing.
posted by
TAPS.
on July 21, 2023 at 2:02 AM
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Good afternoon
A string walks into a bar and orders a drink. The bartender turns to him and says, "Sorry, sir, we don't serve strings here." The next day, clinging to a thread, the string returns to that same bar and orders a drink again. The bartender, resolute, again turns and says, "I'm sorry, sir, but like I said, we don't serve strings here. I'm going to have to ask you not to return." Dejected, the string returns home. All night he tosses and turns, wriggles and writhes, and awakes the next morning not at all resembling himself. Catching a glimpse of himself in the mirror, he brightens and jets out his door to that bar. Swaggering in, he orders a drink one more time. The bartender stares at him, squinty-eyed, and asks, "I'm sorry, are you a string? You look very familiar." The string locks eyes with the bartender, and states, "No, sir. I'm a frayed knot."
posted by
Sherri_G
on July 20, 2023 at 1:09 PM
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Your poem is brilliant...I am glad we don't have stray cats around here because of all the varieties of birds etc we can enjoy.
posted by
Kabu
on July 20, 2023 at 11:52 AM
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