Judges' Thread

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[Mudboy Slim]

"Muddy Waters, "Got My Mojo Workin'"

Gotta love Ol' Muddy...MUD

[Mudboy Slim]

"...when I said "stab in the back" I was referring to me taunting you to post a top ten list, honey."

Sorry fer my over-sensitivity, but a few times in the last coupla weeks my sarcasm was mistook fer vindictiveness and I just wanted to make sure I nipped it in the bud if you thought the same.

FReegards...MUD

[FreeTheHostages]

Sorry

Nah, my post was totally unclear! I type too fast . . .

[FreeTheHostages]

I'm thinking of more awards: Most Vowels in a Post; Most Inside-Baseball References, etc. My only regret is that more people didn't win.

[Landru]

"What'cha scair't of, Ol' Man?!!"

My health, why of course.

Lots of STDs can be caught on the Internet, eh?

...y'know; "Socially Transmitted Diseases"? ;^)

[paulklenk]

It was fun playing your game; thanks for organizing it and congratulations to all who played. Next weekend, let's play "Follow the Fudge as it Makes its Way from your Kitchen Dis-Pos-Al into the Sea, the Sea, the beautiful Sea."

(Note to self: Never eat anything bigger than your head.)

As an expression of my gratitude, I'm giving you a preview of a wonderful story from this morning's New York Times:

Dear Diary:

It was a rainy Saturday afternoon and I was cleaning the moisture off my glasses as the doors of the uptown No. 1 train opened at 23rd Street. A white-haired man barreled in, talking fairly loudly into a cellphone. I thought nothing of it for about two seconds until I realized we were underground, and he was talking into a cellphone. I took another look and saw that what he held to his ear wasn't a cellphone, but a banana.

He was telling the person on the other end of the banana that he was going to marry that person's daughter, bring her flowers and sing her love songs.

He hummed a note or two, hung up, dialed the banana and reached someone in Italy. I know this because he said: "Hello? Oh, Italy? Come stai?" I don't know what the two parties discussed after that because he continued speaking in what seemed to me to be Italian. When they were done, he redialed, reaching Germany ("Guten tag!") followed by Spain.

By the time he contacted Florida, every eye in the car was fixed on him and his banana, and most were filled with tears from laughing so hard.

As the man left the train at 66th Street, the young man standing to my left wiped his eyes.

"He had the stem of the banana in his ear," he said. "I always thought that was the part you talked into."

(submitted by Michelle Gillan)

[Mudboy Slim]

LOL...if it is said to have happened Manhattan, I'm hesitant to disbelieve its veracity.

FReegards...MUD

[dubyagee]

Lovely story. Now let me tell you mine, just because I feel like bearing my soul.

Last week, my husband and I deposited a check off a Wells Fargo bank into our account. The bank put a five day hold on it, and returned a check I had written because the Wells Fargo bank was in California.

This morning, seeing that the check was still on hold, I called my bank. The lady kept telling me about a five day hold, and I kept telling her it was Wells Fargo for pete's sake and it had been 6 days!

She put me on hold for a few minutes, came back on line and told me that they would release the check immediately and credit the returned check charge back to my account. I'm not a weepy person, but I began to cry. I tried to figure out why I was crying, and then it came to me...Someone had done the right thing for a change!!! It happens so little these days, it just caught me off guard.

Don't know why I'm sharing, but I liked your story and hope you like mine, you silly one, you. ; * )

[paulklenk]

Good one; thanks for sharing.

[FreeTheHostages]

Nice stories. Thanks. When I rode the IRT No. 1 while I lived in Manhattan for two years I never did acquire any such charming stories. I did grind my heals into the shoes of men if they touched me inappropriately even as I loudly declared their lasvicious conduct. It never really bothered me -- their conduct so much -- as that they tried to get away with it secretly, thinking that I as (then!) a cute young girl would be embarassed and not say anything if their hand squeezed me in the wrong place. So I made a point of loudly, brashly, and pointedly embarassing them even as I took my physical revenge. In my mind, I was saying: expect this of us young women, we won't be quite about this stuff.

Even then, I suppose, I was a prosecutor in the making. When I think of the IRT, I think of that important life lesson for me: there's nothing more annoying for me than a man underestimating a woman's grit and boldness and nothing more gratifying than showing them quite pointedly that women made in New England are tough as nails.

Probably the most "fun" (and I'm serious, I had fun with this stuff) I ever had was when I went by myself to one of those old revival movie theatres on the West End. It was pretty crowded but not packed, and this guy chose to sit right next to me. I figured, at the time, that maybe he knew that more people would come and the extra seats in the row would be needed for them. But I prepared myself psychologically to swing into action. As they dimmed the lights, he put my hand on my knee.

I stood up and screamed and said this man, a complete stranger, was trying to molest me!! (Which really, he had just begun to do -- you almost feel sorry for him, no?) I yelled: "Stop the movie!! Stop the movie!!" Lots of chivalrous guys, God Bless them, came toward my seat. The guy began to get up and move away, but the movie stopped and the lights came on before he could get to the door. And there was this football player type following him swiftly, wheeled him around by the shoulder, and barrelled: "I OUGHT TO SMASH YOUR @#@#$# HEAD IN!"

The molestor look terrified. I was very happy. God Bless New York City: a fine place for a young woman to learn her way in the world. And God Bless chivalrous guys, too. Oh, you guys are probably horrified: you're like -- that's not a sweet story!! Hee hee. Well, it is to me. :)

[harpo11]

FreeTheHostages, merci beaucoup....for your generous thoughts and warm encouragement. The contest was really a lot of spontaneously delicious fun!

[FreeTheHostages]

spontaneously delicious fun

Yes, wasn't it? And you all were such good sports, too. Fun: as ever, methinks, in a project undertake with Mudboy Slim! ('Course our current problem is we haven't yet been able to persuade the winner to trust us with his snailmail address! Who can blame him, the way we've been behaving!)

[FoxGirl]

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