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Also, when some #MAGAidiot complains that Trump's new policies are impacting them, don't blame Trump. Ask the idiot "Isn't this is what you voted for?"

I wonder how well these would work over today's VOIP lines. AT&T and my local phone company don't sell wired lines any more in my area. All I could get is a VOIP line.

An ADA lawyer would be filing an accommodation lawsuit for each unit. It'd cost the landlord $40K/unit on average.

"Straight boys are so clueless when someone is flirting with them."

7 second pause.

Blink Blink. Stammer. "Ummm."

Before Medicare, I paid $1500 for a mid-tier Kaiser plan. It had a $6000 annual deductible which I kept in a tax deductible Health Savings Account. For the most part, I paid for routine stuff like vaccinations, yearly checkup and bloodwork, meds like statins, and a bid discount on stuff from their pharmacy. With Medicare, I pay $185 to the US Government and $199 to Kaiser for their Advantage plan.

I always thought it was named after Maynard G. Krebs. [you rang]

I wonder to this day what happened to mom's Lladro figurines and the Royal Dalton tea cups. I'm sure my sister got Nana's sterling and Mom's plate. It's really sad that the Danish modern furniture had to go before she moved up here but she was happy with IKEA and CostPlus replacements.

I got her pots, which was all that mattered to me. There's something symmetrical in making Boeff Bourguignon in the same pot you learned to make beef stew at age 14.

Someone here said this cartoon is typical of pre-adolescent brains. A friend who's the local "Jewish mother" of her block had the kids next door visiting her kids for a play date. She asked them if they wanted some cheese for a snack.

"I want goat cheese" said the 6yo boy.

The older 8yo was a little more polite "Do you have any brie?"

True story and so perfect I had to add it to a fanfic I was writing.

Back in the mid-80s, when I got an email from HR about the Christmas Party at the local office, I sent a reply to the district HR manager complaining that not everyone in the company celebrated Christmas. Later that day, another email came out announcing the Holiday Party. So glad I had a hand in educating HR.

That's a Haggen Daas bar of unknown provenance. NOT a popsicle.

Why did the dinosaur cross the road? Because they didn't have chickens back then.

I'd love for some enterprising IRS auditor to find out what churches she appeared in, then send each of them an audit notice letter. They've lost their IRS tax exemption.