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Its about an event in tulsa, called tulsa tough, an area in the bicycle race with a slope called cry baby hill. Folks in the area hate this statue, myself its damned fugly. And why is he only wearing green underwear? Shouldn't he (if it is a he) be wearing a bicycler outfit? The boots, what can I say,
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Gay Bob's Big Boy? No, way, y'all are a town of young, gay cobblers? Put a fat rodeo belt buckle on him and maybe I'll turn. I'm going to walk around your town looking just like that and thank everyone for the statue. Why the crying? Isn't it Holy Virgin statues that cry? Why is young gay Bob's Big Boy crying like a Holy Virgin statue?
And, finally, that statue has a doo-doo on its head.
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Neighbor lady called Kindle to reset her reader remotely. When I asked her why, her answer was literally all vowels. "A... eeh... I... ooh... uuhhh." The reset deleted all her saved information including usernames, passwords, login information, and telephone numbers. Her Kindle is useless because she cannot remember her account information. I still don't know if she understands what happened. Seems real simple to me.
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I hate computers. I hate computers and doing favors for old people who can't remember their goddamn passwords and create new emails with similar addresses thinking they can access emails they can't access because they forgot their passwords and then forget the passwords for the new emails.
Write down your goddamn passwords, old people! You are not mad at the telephone IT person because you do not speak the same dialect of Hindi. You are mad at the telephone IT person because you fucked up and would rather wear your soiled adult diaper on the outside and blame it on the Alzheimer's you don't have than take blame for... being... a... goddamn... moron!
And when you realize you fucked up in front of me, do not further insult me by getting racial at the IT guy who isn't even on the phone anymore.
And never... but goddamn never show up at my door with the IT guy on your cell phone, demanding I talk to the guy.
If you don't understand, say so. Zero love for your anger and frustration. All my love for you asking for help.
You know who you are. It's your old people friends and old people neighbors, too. Warn them. Whoever does it again is going to find a turd in their CPAP.
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I did a thing to help Buddy Robert. Every goddamn setting on my computer has gone back to default! Like, maybe 8-10 years of fine tuning and every goddamn setting on my computer has gone back to default!!!
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Trying to hold on tho the teeth I have left. Tough though since the radiation killed my jawbone. Got 6 grand tied up in dentist and gum specialist just this summer. Yeah fuck cancer.
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I wasn't a kid when they welded me back together, they are not screws. Screws have threads. Also I had them removed.
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Screws in your back as a kid that turned you into a sodium powered tracker?Last edited by Gingerbeard; 09-02-2024, 07:52 PM.
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Kinda like the crystal radios I built as a kid? Na, there tracking devices!
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Have you seen them, they are not screws! I have the so called screws they put in my back, I call them hollow ring shank nails!
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No, no. Screws. Nails would be barbaric, pre-industrial revolution.
I am convinced a copper wire strung between his posts in an appropriate matrix will pick up the national alert frequency. Gonna haveta keep his skull when he dies. Gonna be a great party trick!

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