The guy's making a meal with a device in his mouth to keep him from talking as she watches and smiles...and she's convinced him that it will all help with his apnea. This is not progress.
So I get an email from a friend who moved out of the area a few years ago. Ron and I worked on that non-profit together. The guy was in his early 80s with a knee brace, and still climbed ladders to paint other people's houses...tough old bastard often put me to shame. He's 85+ now. Ron likes to send emails...lots and lots of emails. Today I get one with the title "Bamboos Having Sex." Bamboos??? What the heck is this, some weird nature thing I've never heard of before. So I open it up and see this: Spoiler: Coputaling monkies Bamboo sex!!! I'm still laughing.
Uhh.. I meant to say 'cracked' pipe. I could probably fix it with super glue. Hmmm. First I confess I don't know any cusswords. The you pretend not to know what a crack pipe is. My spidey sense tells me someone is lying big time. Since I'm kind of infallible and perfect, it must be you, John. Sorry, that's just the way it falls out.
I'm trying to figure out exactly what that guy has in his mouth while making a meal in the late afternoon that's supposed to prevent his apnea when he goes to bed that night. And you're right...I rarely know what I'm talking about. If I took the time to get better informed, I'd have less time to talk. I gots priorities.
Returning to to subject to the subject of the chosen rodents, I wonder how many of this guy's family attended his bun mitzvah. And it's okay not know what you're talking about. It's not the case with moi, of course, since I know most things, but I understand there are lesser mortals out there.
To all of you who despise Justin Bieber, please respect him. I think he saved my life. I had been in a coma for months after a serious car crash. The nurse came in one day and turned the radio to a station playing one of Justin's songs. I came out of my coma and walked across the room to turn the radio off.