get some conversation going on the HT.

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[midwestyankee]

so, I take the dogs out, and decide to walk down to the mailbox while the sun is being blocked by clouds and the wind is blowing.

Inside the mailbox there are 2 things: pizza coupons (like I need to eat more foods loaded with saturated fats) and a heating oil bill.

good thing for him the mailman's tip won't be based on the type of mail he delivers

But didn't he also deliver that letter from Ed McMahon telling that you'd won $30 million?

 

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[midwestyankee]

That fucker McMahon! I spent a whole evening waiting for him at the door back in Feb. 1983.

Well, at least you were prepared when it came time to wait for the billions to arrive when you sent $10 to Bill Gates.

 

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[midwestyankee]

what's this all about? I read another post last night with the same kind of thing mentioned.

It was a common email scam a few years back.

 

[midwestyankee]

Not sure that bumping this thread will have much impact...there's a flippin' echo around here tonight.

 

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[midwestyankee]

I was gonna log on around 11:30 last night, until I noticed that my wife or daughter had already shut down the computer. I didn't feel like going through the boot up procedure, so I turned on the late show instead.

HT is a little funny this way. Sometimes the posting pace resembles the Playground and at other times it's a ghost town. And then I'll be surprised to find a dozen or more threads have been updated in the middle of the night by our overseas colleagues and a few night owl types.

 

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[midwestyankee]

I know what you mean. There have been several times during my short time here that I have logged on for and hour or so, then at midnight decide to get some sleep instead, only to wake up in the morning and find that all the fun started at 12:05am.

Oh well.

That, my friend, is a metaphor for my life in one sentence.

 

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[bisexplicit]

I know what you mean. There have been several times during my short time here that I have logged on for and hour or so, then at midnight decide to get some sleep instead, only to wake up in the morning and find that all the fun started at 12:05am.

Oh well.

Its whenever I'm not around. Thats how it works. Just wait 'til I go offline, and you'll know everyone will be having a party then.

 

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[bisexplicit]

Yup, and it would be easier for us if you posted your log-in/log-out schedule in advance.

Damn you all.

And guess what everyone? I'm actually working on a story. Who would've thought.

 

[silverwhisper]

took you long enough...



ed

 

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[silverwhisper]

did somebody say something?

ed

 

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[silverwhisper]

again?!

that boy's gotta learn to lay off the beans...

ed

 

[midwestyankee]

again?!

that boy's gotta learn to lay off the beans...

ed

Maybe he's trying to renounce the yankees and is in training to join Red Sox Nation?

 

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[Eilan]

Which leads me to: I have to write a fucking report this morning, so I got to go. I'll be back later though.

A fucking report? Your job must be interesting.