It is a good thing Julien is not likely to come to our house. We don't ever get rid of anything, on the theory that "it might come in handy some time." Whenever we do get rid of something, within a week a need for it arises.
What did you expect ? A quick search finds that the selfsame Julien is a Senior Evaluation Officer. You and yours are being well and truly evaluated --- and he just got there. You, especially, are a goner. Just because he doesn't say much other than an earnest, "I do understand," and smile in that practiced DOS way, doesn't mean there won't be late night transmissions to Foggy Bottom about purported crimes against humanity. Just happened to turn up, did he ? I've seen the movie.
I am Julien. I rejoiced in secret when our basement flooded, because it ruined a dozen boxes of spouse's archaic paper files from jobs he held thirty years ago which he refused to throw away.
After due consideration, I propose a degree of difficulty be added to the Week 41 Invitational. I mean, within a matter of seconds, even I came up with a new Kazakh term of endearment, which roughly translates to: "You are almost as lovely as my mother's pilaf." So --- I suggest not only must entrants tickle two royal funny bones with new words and definitions, but the traced enclosures for the letters selected must look in outline or silhouette like one of the following:
It is a good thing Julien is not likely to come to our house. We don't ever get rid of anything, on the theory that "it might come in handy some time." Whenever we do get rid of something, within a week a need for it arises.
What did you expect ? A quick search finds that the selfsame Julien is a Senior Evaluation Officer. You and yours are being well and truly evaluated --- and he just got there. You, especially, are a goner. Just because he doesn't say much other than an earnest, "I do understand," and smile in that practiced DOS way, doesn't mean there won't be late night transmissions to Foggy Bottom about purported crimes against humanity. Just happened to turn up, did he ? I've seen the movie.
My personal dysfunction is that I am Julien, and my sister is you. She is only sometimes grateful.
I am Julien. I rejoiced in secret when our basement flooded, because it ruined a dozen boxes of spouse's archaic paper files from jobs he held thirty years ago which he refused to throw away.
After due consideration, I propose a degree of difficulty be added to the Week 41 Invitational. I mean, within a matter of seconds, even I came up with a new Kazakh term of endearment, which roughly translates to: "You are almost as lovely as my mother's pilaf." So --- I suggest not only must entrants tickle two royal funny bones with new words and definitions, but the traced enclosures for the letters selected must look in outline or silhouette like one of the following:
* A 1960 Edsel
* The Dalai Lama
* The USS Gerald R. Ford (or Gerald R. Ford)
* Jude the Obscure (concept okay)
* Lauren Boebert's breasts
* A notorious toadstool-like appendage