kewlJ: My mother has read some of this forum. Probably more that I know. The only thing she has ever said to me about it is to ask why I continue to post here, which happens to be the same exact thing almost all of the decent people I have any association with ask me. And I am out if answers.
also kewlJ: I remain on this forum, for one reason only now....my own entertainment.
You could write a compelling narrative about it, but change the names of the parties to protect the innocent.
You know, like they did on Dragnet.
Maybe reintroduce the cops from Dragnet, Sgt. Joe Friday and officer Frank Smith.
Sure; have them craving each other but never consummating their desire due to hide bound religious beliefs.
Yes, skewer them on the horns of a dilemma.
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What, Me Worry?
“You have anything you want to tell me?” He asked me, looking curious.
“Yes. I used to mug people, rob stores, rob houses, and steal cars with my friends back home,” I confessed. Somehow, I felt I could talk to Dave about anything.
“I won’t tell anyone what you told me,” Dave said, and I believed him.
“When my mom found out, she went ballistic. She told me I’d better get a scholarship to boarding school or go to boot camp. Guess which one I chose?” I smiled at him.
“Boarding school?” Dave said, laughing.
“Yep,” I answered.
“How’d your mom find out?” Dave asked me.
“She began asking me where I got all this money I had had on me. I kept telling her that I found it on the ground. How many times does the same person find money on the floor? And she saw caught me driving a stolen car and confronted me and I had confessed I stole the car, and I ended up telling her that I didn’t find the money on the ground, but that I stole it,” I confessed to Dave.
“Wow.” Dave said.
“I know,” I replied to Dave.
Dave said, “Look at this: In this dorm, an ex-crack addict, and an ex-robber. “He smiled. For some reason, Dave’s funny imposition was contagious, and I found myself in a very humorous mood. I grinned broadly. I was in a good mood.
“You know, it is getting late,” I said.
“I’m feeling a little tired myself,” Dave concurred.
We changed into our nightclothes and I turned off our light. Dave and I told each other goodnight and we both climbed into our beds.
As I lay in bed, I reminisced about something. You know, today was not my first taste of racism. I had my first taste of racism when I was six years old. And surprisingly, it was not the White people who were racist towards me. It was other Black people. Many people believe that Black people are safe from racism from other Black people, that Black people aren’t racist towards other Black people, but that was not the case in my situation.
I was in Elementary School, trying to play with other Black kids who had Milk Chocolate skin colors and Dark Chocolate skin colors. The MC looked like the outside of Twix Bars, and the DC looked like Hershey’s Special Dark. I asked if I could play with them, and they told me no.
“Why not?” I asked.
“Because, you are too light too play with us. You are not very brown,” one girl told me.
A boy told me, “If you were browner like us, you could play with us.”
So because I was a “caramel”, they didn’t want to play with me. If I were a Brownie (Twix Bar) or a Blackie (Special Dark), I would have been able to play with them. I decided I didn’t like the Brownies and the Blackies. They treated me badly because I was too light to play with them.
But for some reason, the Whities let me play with them (You should know what a “Whitie” was). They didn’t show me racism, and I liked them a lot. The Reddies (Red-Skinners, like my mom’s color), Mixies (People who were both Black and White), the Spanies (Hispanics), Asianies (You should know what an Asianie was too), and the other Goldies (people with my skin color) also always let me play with them. I once went home to my mother and said, “I don’t like Brownies and Blackies!” They are so mean! They never let me play with them!”
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Mammie couldn't sleep: it wasn't the sound of rats in the walls, it was that old conundrum, that hoary chestnut which had tormented her since her Advanced Calculus class.
Sweat poured down her wrinkled brow; gulps of Fireball barely deadened her manic brain.
As was oft her wont she drifted into herself, oblivious to the world, her mind operating like a super computer, seeking the answer to the one question which has tormented her: Do any odd perfect numbers exist?
to be continued...or not
What, Me Worry?
First, we determine who's asking the question.
---> The Faith of Christopher Hitchens: The Restless Soul of the World's Most Notorious Atheist.
https://anagram-solver.net/Aswasofth...r?partial=true
Then, the answer.
Means that 22020 = (-1 + 19^2 *61) ---> 222 = 1/1961, and, so, there wouldn't be the Great Garnabby stuff, in particular the TOE, were there any odd perfect numerals. Now would there? Ha.
Last edited by Gottlob; Yesterday at 02:33 AM.
Garnabby + OppsIdidItAgain + ThomasClines (or TomasHClines) + The Grim Reaper + LMR + OneHitWonder (or 1HitWonder) + Bill Yung ---> GOTTLOB/1 = Praise to God!
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Seriously, though, there has to be something very deep going on with the universe, in the form of a TOE, itself, for the numerals to thus work out, with no odd perfect numerals.
I mean, there's no reason that such, or other, shouldn't exist, but, they just don't, which is on the just-is level of the TOE. Same as no extraterrestrial life, no ghosts, no bigfoot, and, so on. (On the level that the digits, and, then, numerals, that we work with are merely part of a much larger set of that is unavailable to us.)
And, oh, there was also a 72 above, as July 2. Ha.
Last edited by Gottlob; Yesterday at 10:08 AM.
Garnabby + OppsIdidItAgain + ThomasClines (or TomasHClines) + The Grim Reaper + LMR + OneHitWonder (or 1HitWonder) + Bill Yung ---> GOTTLOB/1 = Praise to God!
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