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Dan R

Dan R

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Poop, i mispelled HARTY!

Surprise, Surprize! :rolleyes:

You misspelled misspelled too but hey who's counting anyway. (writes down 478,986 in book).

 

I thought Hary was what you call her monthly. That would be APRIL FOOL on you ------- :lol: ....... :( I'm 5,000 miles away.... April Fool on me doesn't matter what time of month it is. :angry: GUZ!!!!!! quit stalling.

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Trigg

Trigg

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Trigg: I've got one word for you - Swiffer

Works as well as a mop, and is easier to use.

The little lady might be very happy to hear about this American invention.

plus, it could save you a little wear and tear on the noggin!! :)

But I'm getting to like the mop of nine tails-sooooo much

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John & Hai Yan

John & Hai Yan

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Me thinks thinking is what keeps getting you into trouble.

 

Boba and Meixiang

Yup, and I'm trying to quit it. Many would say i'm having great success in that endevour!

Trigg-This one's for you :blink:

 

Subject: Thinkers anonomous

 

It started out innocently enough.

 

I began to think at parties now and then -- just to loosen up.

Inevitably, though, one thought led to another, and soon I was more

than just a social thinker.

 

I began to think alone -- "to relax," I told myself -- but I knew it

wasn't true. Thinking became more and more important to me, and

finally, I was thinking all the time.

 

That was when things began to sour at home.

 

One evening I turned off the TV and asked my wife about the meaning

of life. She spent the night at her mother's.

 

I began to think on the job. I knew that thinking and employment

don't mix, but I couldn't stop myself. I began to avoid friends at

lunchtime so I could read Thoreau and Kafka. I would return to the

office dizzied and confused, asking, "What is it exactly we are

doing here?"

 

One day the boss called me in. He said, "Listen, I like you, and it

hurts me to say this, but your thinking has become a real problem.

If you don't stop thinking on the job, you'll have to find another

job."

 

This gave me a lot to think about. I came home early after my

conversation with the boss.

 

"Honey," I confessed, "I've been thinking . . . ."

 

"I know you've been thinking," she said, "and I want a divorce!"

 

"But, Honey, surely it's not that serious."

 

"It is serious," she said, lower lip aquiver. "You think as much as

a college professor, and college professors don't make any money.

So if you keep on thinking, we won't have any money!"

 

"That's a faulty syllogism," I said impatiently.

 

She exploded in tears of rage and frustration, but I was in no mood

to deal with the emotional drama. "I'm going to the library," I

snarled as I stomped out the door.

 

I headed for the library, in the mood for some Nietzsche. I roared

into the parking lot with NPR on the radio and ran up to the big

glass doors. They didn't open. The library was closed.

 

To this day, I believe that a Higher Power was looking out for me

that night. Leaning on the unfeeling glass, whimpering for

Zarathustra, a poster caught my eye.

 

"Friend, is heavy thinking ruining your life?" it asked. You

probably recognize that line. It comes from the standard Thinkers

Anonymous poster. Which is why I am what I am today: a recovering

thinker. I never miss a TA meeting.

 

At each meeting we watch a non-educational video; last week it was

"Porky's." Then we share experiences about how we avoided thinking

since the last meeting.

 

I still have my job and things are a lot better at home. Life just

seemed . . . easier, somehow, as soon as I stopped thinking. I

think the road to recovery is nearly complete for me.

 

Today I registered to vote as a Republican . .

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