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A thoughtful day thrifting with the thrifting queen, Momma.
If we were to take our enemies to bed as lovers…would that not be an easier route than the current way of thinking? If seems the white male republican party has thought of this concept many years ago. Perhaps, even back into biblically cracker days.
If our sworn arch rival and nemesis lay there beneath the sweat, the promises and the climax…there would be no need for chemical warfare, bombings and/or conflicts in nations that end with SIA.
It would just be you and your lover turned hater…sounds similar to a Joan Jett song, I hate myself for loving you. But it just might work. No one would be physically harmed and the better lover would come out (no pun intended) victorious.
A dropped phone, a dropped call and/or an easily disposable no link to anyone buy at your own risk cell phone flushed down the commode:
Young Frankenstein (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Where does the conversation end? Who answers the call when the phone is swimming in a cesspool of human waste? Does anyone answer? And, how do we know?
I lost my phone last night to a greater calling…the swosh of ye’ ole ancient toilet locked behind ye’ ole bookcase. Something out of Young Frankenstein but indeed this commode: This number one in the number two business crapper is kitty cornered in an ancient house behind books such as:
Tale of Two Cities, Bullfinch’s Mythology, the Life and Times of JFK and an LP ‘Ella Fitzgerald sings Broadway’
As I watched my contacts, to which I pledge no allegiance for I am anti-social, as I pondered over the remorse of littering my world with more techno retro garbage and as the whole shitty incident lay itself before me…
My only thought?
Who gives a shit? What if I don’t answer ever again? Who will answer for me? Is there a cellphone, iphone and or MeMeMe phone God out there to take the call?
Does our higher power have an answering service for us when we are no longer available and exactly how much does it cost?
Ella Sings Broadway (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
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