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Hello Califlady.......

We've now crossed International waters. How is tommorow, in Japan today.

 

[Cruisin]

Hey....new DISers!!!!


Glad you guys came over to visit.

Please feel free to hang out with us anytime

 

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[Cruisin]

Hey, where did our bed time story teller go to????

Where is Brer_Papa these days



Glad to see there are still people hanging around here.

 

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[KimRaye]

Originally posted by Cruisin'Kroezes
Hey, where did our bed time story teller go to????

Where is Brer_Papa these days

I was just thinking the same thing!

I hope he hasn't had a yodeling accident.

 

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[Brer_Papa]

No yodeling accident....workplace accident..

So, return to work on thursday 4/1 after quarterly review...walking tall & smelling good...

Snubbed again by the watercooler clique......who were unusually quiet and somber....my guess is their review sucked...

so...i high-fived myself in front of them....went to my office...Lisa, my assistant, popped her head in to say we were the buzz of the place...went back to her adjoining office...

so...i look at my schedule....all clear...all caught up....a potential for a quiet day....

well...now is a good time...so...i pull my twister game from my bottom drawer..spread the plastic sheet out...and start a practice drill in case twister makes a comeback...

i was doing well until i did a right foot blue...left foot green left hand yellow and lost my balance...

THUD!

I kissed the plastic! OUCH OUCH OUCH! uh oh...sharp pain..sharp pain...

i jump up and say "yikes"...i see a blue "pick up stick"...from the pile in my jacket pocket...had gone through my shirt...and my white shirt was turning red!

I unbutton a button and peek...uh oh...i had stabbed myself right through my.....hmmm....family board...rhymes with ripple...

by now, the blood is spreading across my shirt...and dripping off the end of my pick me up stick...

to be continued...

 

[Brer_Papa]

So....i run to the First Aid Cabinet lisa had installed a few years back....EMPTY!

memories of other mishaps flooded my melon....all i could think of now was..."COLD COMPRESS"...

well...I run into Lisa's office and start grabbing fistfuls of tissue.....i was surprised she wasn't surprised as she sat there shaking her head....

anyway..."COLD COMPRESS!"....so...with tissues galore...i run to the water cooler...flushing the snobs like they were quail in a cornfield and I was the beagle...except for old Sven...

aaaah...old Sven....a Swedish geezer who, I think, has no office as he is always at the watercooler...

and i do what i always do in the presence of old Sven...i stand and stare at him...dumstruck and transfixed...

you see...Sven...has a moustache...a white bushy moustache...BUT...he also has 2 bouquets of black nose hair...which fluctuates like wheat in a high wind when he talks....and he was talking...

"yo...( not you...he says yo)...Yo bleed yaw?"

"Yo bleed yaw?"

Yaw...i bleed...on my shirt...down the pick me up stick......onto his shsoes....and my....hmmm..."ripple"...was throbbing...but tranfixed was what I was...

"yo bleed yaw?"

Thankfully, Lisa broke the spell when she brought me my shoes and my car keys..and told me to haul butt to the ER...

to be continued...

 

[Brer_Papa]

Well anyways...I head to the ER....only making one stop on the way...Lisa called my cel to say the white socks i returned didn't match...she knows my laundry bad habits i guess...

so...i get to the ER...and fixed me up....they had to shave my...family board...rhymes with chest....and put on a huge bandage...about 10 inch by 10 inch...

I asked for a sling...they said i was alright enough to use my arm...but i said i wanted to cover up my bloody shirt....so they gave me one...

well... bloody and slinged.. i get back to the office where i was snubbed by the watercooler clique..still clucking sympathies to Sven...so called Lisa with my cel

she met me in front of the water cooler and we high-fived in front of them again..

put my twister game away...and decided to call it a day... and headed home..

to be continued...