As y'all all know, I did my good citizenship deal a couple of weeks ago, and appeared for jury duty. Well, yesterday, The Bossier Parish Clerk of Court made good on their promise!
This is gonna come in handy. We're going to stinkin' Arkansas this weekend, and this might buy us enough gas to get to the border!
Good citizenship has its rewards.
this might buy us enough gas to get to the border! MOre like the city limits!
ReplyDelete9 days in transit for a check to go about 25 miles? Sounds like our gubbermint at work.
ReplyDeleteHarold.
ReplyDeleteU. Is. Reech. :)
ReplyDeleteStaci, I reckon I didn't cross it out good enough. Now the whole world knows.
ReplyDeleteWould you rather be known, from here on out, as Hal or Harry? :)
ReplyDeleteSmartass.
ReplyDeleteheh heh
ReplyDeleteStaci, I must admit that you let me down. I was fully expecting the Okie in you to come back with, "Well, then 'smartass' it is!"
ReplyDeleteYou're off your game...but September is on the way...I'm sure your form will return.
Psychiatrist: That's very interesting, Harold, and I think, very illuminating. There seems to be a definite pattern emerging. And, of course, this pattern, once isolated, can be coped with. Recognize the problem, and you are halfway on the road to its, uh, its solution. Uh, tell me, Harold, what do you do for fun? What activity gives you a different sense of enjoyment from the others? Uh, what do you find fulfilling? What gives you that... special satisfaction?
ReplyDeleteHarold: ...I go to funerals.
Harold. Heh.
That's funny, Norman.
ReplyDeleteArkansas will take it all at the border under the legal theory of jurisprudence impressia ad horkum.
ReplyDeleteHarold/Harry/Hal:
ReplyDeleteTakes one to know one! na na na na na!!!
Skunks, it's what we call bribing the border guards. There is never any trouble getting in. But, you always have to grease a palm around Bradley to get back in to the United States.
ReplyDeleteStaci June! (???) Just a guess.
Yer purty close, there.
ReplyDeleteWell, I see Blogger restored the posts but not the comments. Dang.
ReplyDeleteDANG is right!!!
ReplyDeleteNorman.
29 bones, eh? Kinda reminds me of those honkin' GoogleAd cheques I get twice a year.
ReplyDeleteMayor, you missed a dookie load of good comments on this one.
ReplyDeleteIn the Great Globber Shutdown Fiasco, comments were eaten like pie at an Injun Tent Revival.
Like I said before -- you fancy rich Parishes up nawth are all high -falutin'. My jury duty check didn't even cover parking fees.
ReplyDeleteGlad you got paid, Andy. As for the Google eatin' comments, I left one for the ages here but it's gone now. I went into great detail as I explained the meaning of life and all but the Google ate it, and now I done forgot it so you're left with this here little POS comment. Sorry.
ReplyDeleteWho's it made out to? I thought it was for you?
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