Posted on 06/06/2013 10:53:34 PM PDT by Mad Dawgg
Twitter is running rampant with #NSACalledToTellMe tweets
Here are some examples:
#NSACalledToTellMe they need to use my bathroom -- the van's portapotty has exceeded its limit
#NSACalledToTellMe Kudos on eating a salad with no dressing instead of The Blue Bell Rocky Road Icecream in my freezer.
#NSACalledToTellMe they're not the NSA, don't know anything and would I please do the damn dishes.
#nsacalledtotellme that my spare set of car keys fell in between the couch cushions!
#NSACalledToTellMe to press 1 if my wiretapping experience was agreeable. If not, please notify next-of-kin of impending absence.
#NSACalledToTellMe their data center is totally CFC & sodium free.
#NSACalledToTellMe my college is paid for, credit card debt forgiven and my range rover will be in the drive tomorrow... #riiight
#NSACalledToTellMe I have a boring life and none of my communications are worth keeping.
#NSACalledToTellMe To move a little to the right. My shoulder was blocking the webcam.
#NSACalledToTellMe that my turds are a threat to national security, and demanded I relinquish them to the government.
#NSACalledToTellMe Adolf Hitler would have given his left nut for their data mining technology.”
#NSACalledToTellMe Just because Obama is running the country doesn't mean he knew about this!!
#NSACalledToTellMe. Sorry about missing that Boston bombing thing, we were too busy with you and your grandma.
#NSACalledToTellMe They were jamming my prayers b4 they make it to God so just stop praying already.
#NSACalledToTellMe I don't have to worry about backing up important documents, they've got me covered.
Missed it by THAT much!
It’s 99 degrees already; 0654 windy, partly cloudy.
My pants and shirts are growing.
The Stig is singing again.
*tagline*
I heard that, loud and clear!
Very perceptive.
It is 74 here and might rain again. I’m going back to cleaning now.
It is 99 and won’t rain. No monsoons, yet. Another few days of scalding temps.
You do live in the desert, after all.
I remembered a joke but I don’t have time to type it so I will type just the punch line.
Sherlock: So Watson what did you observe?
Watson: Someone has taken our tent.
And I love it. I have to go outside periodically to warm up, even though the thermosstat is set at 84.
It’s just too cold in here, but if I raise the setting, I risk damaging the electronics. Not worth it to me! So I go out and stand on the patio for a while.
Oh, Thomas! You are so punny!
My a/c is set on 78, but it isn’t running right now. I’d open the windows, but it’s very humid outside and there’s no breeze.
Elen’s going to drive me to the Atkinsons’ to drop off some stray Envirothon materials, and then to get gas in the car. I’m done the current cleaning project; it’s possible I’ll do some more later, but not guaranteed ...
I have yet to get the gumption to do any housecleaning. I decided to make some BBQ pork sandwiches out of the leftover pork roast, so I tidied up the kitchen a little. I need to sweep and mop the floor in there, but...
And then there is the bedroom. Changing the sheets is a job for superwoman. I know that sounds weak. I need some help!
I will call the agency in a bit.
After many years, Joe managed to join his friends for their monthly hunting trip. Joe noticed they didn’t do much hunting, mostly sitting around the campfire and drinking beer. What Joe found odd was that various members of the group would suddenly say a number, like “19”, and everyone would laugh. Joe asked what was going on.
“It’s pretty simple,” Bob told him. “We’ve been hunting together a long time. We’ve told the same old stories and jokes around the campfire so often that we finally decided to number ‘em. Now, instead of telling the joke or the story, we just say the number. Everyone already knows the story, so they laugh.”
“Mind if I try?” Joe asked.
“Sure, go ahead.”
“12,” Joe declared. But there was no response. “What happened?” he asked.
“I don’t know.” Bob answered. “I guess some people just can’t tell a joke.”
I usually ask for help to change the sheets.
Cheated death again, and now Tom has a full tank of gas in the car. We’ll go to the library after lunch: I have reserve books in.
Yep...that looks like it could be here, alright!
LOL!
The Stig won’t help me. And even though the bed is elevated enough to allow flat bins underneath, it is still too low for me to change the sheets without a major amount of pain.
And since I spend so much time in bed, I’m VERY fussy about how it is made. I hope this new agency is more conscientious than the last one was.
I forgot what it was like to try to teach a child to drive! LOL! My sympathies!
Ahh... A night in a real bed.. A shower in a real shower... A generous size cup of coffee brewed to my specifications... And dry clothes to wear... (as opposed to damp clothes caused by a nefarious trickle of water sneaking into the tent, gravitating across the floor of same, and targeting my duffel... (and it was the only water that got in other than right around the door flaps because someone forgot to zip up the rain fly at that end...)
And having said all that, yes, I had a great time at Creation!
Will resume the comments later in the day as there is much running around to do yet to stow stuff away.
ROTFL! Now THAT speaks volumes!!
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