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Archives: November 2014
DAILY LIMERICK 11/1/2014:
Mini cable grid reviews are
quite useful--for har-dee-har-har!
One flick's was bit tough trusting!
Comedy, "gut-busting"...
rating, somehow, just one star?

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SLAPPIN' AND YAPPIN' 11/1/2014:
Happy Extra Cheezy All Saints' Day!...

Yeah, not the most exciting holiday, but you do get to gain an hour of sleep tonight...

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SUNDAY DAILY LIMERICK 11/2/2014:
A Chinese nymph set fire for thrills!
Was saved by hunk fireman named Bill!
Pulled her from Death's throes,
and whipped out his hose...
Walked her through his "Chinese fire drill"!

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SLAPPIN' AND YAPPIN' 11/2/2014:
Don't forget-what happens on Halloween, stay on Halloween... Oh, and enjoy today's Traditional Limerick (aka "Non-News Limerick"), as we somehow filed a newsy one yesterday so... Happy Cheezy Sunday/End of Daylight Savings Time!...

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SUNDAY STORY TIME 11/2/2014:
A SPECIAL, TOUCHING SECTION APPEARING SUNDAYS ONLY
(Touching in some manner, anyway)

TODAY'S EDITION: Coming off Halloween and Smacked by Setting the Clocks Back...
...Plus general life turmoil gets you...no edition today...

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DAILY LIMERICK 11/3/2014:
Old saying 'bout Las Vegas scene,
now coopted by Shill Machine,
too, brings sin reprieve
for All Hallow's Eve--
what happens on 'Ween, stays on 'Ween!

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SLAPPIN' AND YAPPIN' 11/3/2014:
...And The Countdown is on!

Huh? No, shut up about Christmas until at least Thanksgiving. We're talking about The Countdown to Election Day, aka When the Political Commercials and Robo-Calls Go Away...

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DAILY LIMERICK 11/4/2014:
My! Note the date--Countdown is on!
'Til Day joy and peace shine upon!
To Yule? Keep that checked, men!
I mean post-election--
mud-sling ads and robo-calls gone!

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SLAPPIN' AND YAPPIN' 11/4/2014:
This may or may not be the end of our search for the best metaphor/simile analogy for Facebook--

It's like the refrigerator. We keep opening it up, staring into it, even spacing out, somehow expecting something to appear of value, although we know not exactly what, even if we just looked 15 minutes ago and, alas, the content hasn't changed...

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DAILY LIMERICK 11/5/2014:
Hard finding BK around town!
And Icee machine's always down!
Rings, nuggets are slop! There's
no mustard on Whopper...
I think Burger King's been decrowned!

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SLAPPIN' AND YAPPIN' 11/5/2014:
Today, I'm reviewing pumpkin soup.

Full disclosure--my ex-wife made it once, with accompanying to-do. As a journalist, this doesn't skew my take on the stuff. I did, in fact, find it tasty. But it also tasted just like split pea soup to me, or at least my ex's did. I had it another time and it tasted quite different from split pea, but that batch used more pumpkin pie-like spices and... That's my point here.

Pumpkin is not the tastiest thing around. And saying that might be interpreted as blasphemous, with pumpkin-flavored everything this time of year.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. It's seasonal, usually local, thus all hipster-friendly. But calling a spade a spade, or a squash a squash... Pumpkin's pie is nice at year's end, but I'll eat most any pie put in front of me, truth be told.

So I'm giving pumpkin soup one thumb up. The other's not down, just not up. In fact, it's in my lap...but that's a story for another day...or not...

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DAILY LIMERICK 11/6/2014:
"Social" Networking's realm? Ego greedy! The
sites for posts, not reads--'case name's misleading ya'!
In fact, "Social's" not fitting!
Watching tags, check-ins, Twittings...
The best term for them is, "Selfie Media"!

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SLAPPIN' AND YAPPIN' 11/6/2014:
When regrettable events occur affecting an entire nation--say, attacks upon the country or the death of a politician/dignitary--it is common practice to fly the nation's flag at half-mast for a period.

We think a twist on this practice is in order, for those instances when important events occur, or important people pass, not quite on the level of attacks on nation or deaths of politicians... Okay, case in point--

When our Chief Limericist dies, we hope people around the world wear their pants zippers at half-mast...

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DAILY LIMERICK 11/7/2014:
Toyota's new marketing dance
tabs pop culture tie-in... "Wide stance"?
Big Question this begs--
Shill with Larry Craig?
The congressman of troubled pants?

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SLAPPIN' AND YAPPIN' 11/7/2014:
Is it possible for cowboys to have a shootout at Low Noon?

Just wondering, because they're always at High Noon.

You know, perhaps in cases where one or more of the duelers play dirty?

For that matter, what about Mid Noon? That might be, say... Ah, well. Always tackling the tough questions...

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DAILY LIMERICK 11/8/2014:
There once was a fellow named Reed,
who greased his John Thomas for speed!
Pulled out smooth and dainty
but, full speed, hit tainty
and where Sun Don't Shine shot his seed!

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SLAPPIN' AND YAPPIN' 11/8/2014:
To paraphrase Charles Dickens--

"It was the best of times, it was...a time he had to take on a roommate"...

Happy Extra Cheezy Saturday!...

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SUNDAY DAILY LIMERICK 11/9/2014:
New watch football trend, I find lame,
Twit/post--fan armchair QB flames!
At home on your couch,
alone, hand on pouch...
That's "socially" watching the game?

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SLAPPIN' AND YAPPIN' 11/9/2014:
Give a man a fish, and he eats for a night.

Give a man a crack at a babe who can really rock fishnets, and he'll learn to fish so he can land that dish...

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SUNDAY STORY TIME 11/9/2014:
A SPECIAL, TOUCHING SECTION APPEARING SUNDAYS ONLY
(Touching in some manner, anyway)

TODAY'S EDITION: Keeping up with the...Muskrats
I've written in this feature, on multiple occasions, about my penchant toward fireplaces. How my father instilled the yen in my for hanging by a warm hearth during the chillier months, how fires were the original TVs. I've even hit around today's topic by expounding on the satisfaction of gathering up and hauling wood from the country, family home to my Chicago condo, the feeling of earning one's cozy warmth for the evening.

I've never paid for firewood. Well, I've bought boxes of those Duraflame-type logs for times I'm caught without a stash in the city. They're far more economical than the vastly overpriced, wimply bundles for sale at various urban establishments. My family home sits on five acres of wooded land, so my dad always gathered up what nature gave, via trees falling down and such. There was only one year when my dad actually had to buy firewood.

Mostly living in Chicago without a car, this has entailed making use of a friend's pickup truck to haul down firewood a few times per year--and conserving that as best I can. (My father, amid the abundance, started fires far earlier for the evening and fed them at will.)

With the death of my parents over the past two years, this firewood gravy train is coming to an end for me. A pile of split and seasoned wood remains by the country home. A huge pile, enough to keep fires o' plenty roaring while I'm still straightening estate affairs into this coming winter. There will also be plenty left in addition to that, but I'll only be able to store so much in my city digs. What's left will go to my brother-in-law or simply be left for the next residents.

Then I'll be buying my firewood, likely for the rest of my life.

I'm enjoying the long goodbye to my family home. Well, perhaps "enjoying" isn't the best word, but for psychological and emotional reasons, I'm doing my best to savor and remember the home and its surroundings. Indulging the fireplace, reveling in the peace and quiet, keeping tabs on the wildlife.

Recently, I spent a good part of an afternoon hauling firewood from the Pile O' Plenty to the firewood slats/holders just outside the home's door, nearest the fireplace. Stockpiling what I estimate to be enough for my remaining time here. I can always haul more around, but eventually that'll mean negotiating the wheelbarrow through snow and such, so I'm trying to burrow in for the winter.

Not unlike the other residents around the home. Birds coming and going, chipmunks and squirrels gathering nuts... I've felt more like the muskrats that anything, at least while stockpiling firewood. Curiously, my winter prep has dovetailed with the muskrats doing their fall thing.

Taking a cue from falling temperatures and shrinking sunlight hours, every fall the muskrats can be seen swimming all about the nearby pond, carrying wood and sticks and such in their mouths to build their winter huts. For most of the year, you don't notice the muskrats much, at least without going out of your way.

I'm the type of guy who couldn't care less about keeping up with the Joneses, as they say. And I don't even feel right merely KNOWING who the damn Kardashians are, much less have any interest in "keeping up" with them.

But I was enveloped in an aura of peace and serenity, a feeling that all is right in the world, as I labored in Keeping up with the Muskrats...

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DAILY LIMERICK 11/10/2014:
Of cheap-price joints, Walmart's King Kong!
Now marketing...healthcare for song?
Some meats/produce grey, for,
you get what you pay for!
Healthcare? What could poss'bly go wrong?

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SLAPPIN' AND YAPPIN' 11/10/2014:
Writer's Block is one of the many complications that can arise from having a dysfunctional relationship with one's muse...

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DAILY LIMERICK 11/11/2014:
S'pose once was quaint--plays "gender-bending"!
Now? More are than not's way it's trending!
Want show really out there?
Craft characters with dare--
to old fashioned sex roles be tending!

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SLAPPIN' AND YAPPIN' 11/11/2014:
A girls shouldn't be named Britney unless she's blonde.

Okay, maybe it doesn't matter if it's spelled "Brittany."

But if it's "Britni," there oughta be a law...

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DAILY LIMERICK 11/12/2014:
'Round Thanksgiving table, I'll jump in
to pie! But, indulge harvest grumpin'...
Must be spices savored,
'cause boring's the flavor
of ev'rything, seems, now gone pumpkin!

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SLAPPIN' AND YAPPIN' 11/12/2014:
Indian cuisine has a one of a kind special feature. For me, anyway, and I'm guessing among other Westerners.

Of the digestive nature.

This isn't necessarily "bad." It doesn't make me sick or cause extra trips to the bathroom. I just tend to wake up the next day still partially full, as if my body's having difficulties digesting spices and such it's not used to digesting.

You'd think this would occur with other non-Western foods. But it hasn't for Thai, or Chinese. For that matter, I haven't noticed this affect from Moroccan or Peruvian or Filipino or... Yes, truly unique among Indian offerings.

Nonetheless, I love Indian food and will continue eating it. Strangely, even eating it now at least once per week, it hasn't changed my body's digestive hesitance.

This opens up a whole can of...biryani, or something. Do Thai people have trouble, say, only digesting Argentinian food? What foods throw Indian digestive systems a curveball?

Could it be that...even Indians have trouble digesting Indian food?...

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DAILY LIMERICK 11/13/2014:
Got it--bass for treble replaced;
and your mom said, "Don't make a case
'bout bein' a fatty."
But please pardon that we
ask you--shut up about "the bass"!

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SLAPPIN' AND YAPPIN' 11/13/2014:
We're a little disturbed by guys who call it "strange." Even worse, "cooter."

Talking about... You know. It.

Somehow, the female It has naming problems, whereas the male It somehow attracts goofy, catchy names. "Johnson," "tool," "Willie"... On and on.

In fact, we're not comfortable with most any name for the female It. So rather than scoring "snatch" or "trim" or the oh so clinical "vagina," we say, "Making sweet love."

Despite the giggle inducing quality of "whisker biscuit"...

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DAILY LIMERICK 11/14/2014:
When pol/dignitary has passed,
and nation at large grieves, aghast,
we lower the flag!
When death has ME bagged
folks' zippers will fly at half-mast!

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SLAPPIN' AND YAPPIN' 11/14/2014:
Laws allowing only "hands-free" phone use behind the wheel are to make us all safer.

Bwa haw haw ha!

And that chuckle doesn't even take into account that nobody obeys these laws.

Nobody. Seriously.

What about these folks who gesture constantly while yapping like ASL interpreters?

They're out there. Making your commute more...interesting...y

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DAILY LIMERICK 11/15/2014:
A super fine model named Mia,
at shoot, guzzled so much sangria,
got nude! All straight guys
in room got a rise--
why, even the herbs on the Chia!

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SLAPPIN' AND YAPPIN' 11/15/2014:
So there's this commercial for Schick razors, set in a laundromat, where a woman seated up on a washer tosses an article of clothing at a guy and... Okay, admittedly, we're dirty thinkers.

But the article of clothing in question look a lot like panties and it causes this splash, which would mean... Well, c'mon, just try telling us that what we think's going on there isn't...

Happy Extra Cheezy Saturday!...

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SUNDAY DAILY LIMERICK 11/16/2014:
The nature of football--dudes maimed--
brings rub! Major sports' fewest games
means few weeks in, team lags,
whole season quick sandbagged!
Why watch Dead Bears Walking? How lame!

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SLAPPIN' AND YAPPIN' 11/16/2014:
Traditionally, it comes from things like... Oh, leaves changing color and falling from trees in autumn, or birds returing in the spring.

Now, unfortunately... Well, Facebook, perhaps the largest company in history with an unworkable business model, is blowing zillions on an ad campaign for its Messenger app, trumpeting what amounts to a glorified texting option, butchering a classic song in the process.

Of course.

A modern phenom to usher in that timeless feeling that, somehow, all is right with the universe...

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SUNDAY STORY TIME 11/16/2014:
A SPECIAL, TOUCHING SECTION APPEARING SUNDAYS ONLY
(Touching in some manner, anyway)

TODAY'S EDITION: On the Seventh Day...
...Rest is called for. Not that we ever take off a day, but we're taking off this week and calling it holy or some such shit...

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DAILY LIMERICK 11/17/2014:
Like all things Nerd, comics I cheer! Go
for likes, Archie, MAD! Am unclear, though,
on what's so exciting
'bout bad plots-capes-tights thing..
Nerds, sorry, don't get superheroes!

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SLAPPIN' AND YAPPIN' 11/17/2014:
Whoa. Merely scanning the news make it obvious that Obama's got a real problem with the Egyptian goddess of magic and life!...

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DAILY LIMERICK 11/18/2014:
Again, again... Just stand and look
for something of interest? To cook?
By hour, or by minute,
naught changes within it...
Not talking 'bout fridge--but Facebook!

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SLAPPIN' AND YAPPIN' 11/18/2014:
Is there such thing as a roommate removal service?

Something somewhere between, say, animal control and a hit man?...

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DAILY LIMERICK 11/19/2014:
Love Indian food! One of best!
Fulfills old pun, with stomach test!
The tum gets confused
o'er spices infused...
I don't just digress--I digest!

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SLAPPIN' AND YAPPIN' 11/19/2014:
I coulda been a contender.

See, I had been taking on all sorts of odd gigs, from the Great Recession onward. And just before I landed my first regular job in many moons, I had an offer, to join another guy and form a competitive team.

In the local scene of competitive eating. A realm of insane feats, sure, but the suburban pizza challenge outlined as my first prize contest seemed well within my abilities. Then came the regular gig and... Well.

Should've just left it at, "I coulda been a contender," perhaps...

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DAILY LIMERICK 11/20/2014:
Dickens paraphrased, life now mine,
looking back, "'Twas the best of times..."
(Yet for capping phrase,
this 'biguous phase..,)
"...was a roommates-needed cash bind"!

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SLAPPIN' AND YAPPIN' 11/20/2014:
Okay, we'll save you all the trouble and admit this is wildly inappropriate even before saying it--

Wow! The quality of dame Bill Cosby's harassing has really went down the tubes...

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DAILY LIMERICK 11/21/2014:
All over news, Obama... Got this
right? 'Cause for war, this is the oddest!
Cash, forces...bombs? Lobbed 'em!
He's got some huge problem
with an...ancient Egyptian goddess?

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SLAPPIN' AND YAPPIN' 11/21/2014:
So Disney's doing yet another "Cinderella" remake.

That tale's becoming the Shakespeare of foot fetish erotica...

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DAILY LIMERICK 11/22/2014:
Runway watchers merely sat, gawked!
Model stripped--just at heels, hat balked!
The steamy occasion,
plus fact she was Asian,
made it more properly "cat wok"!

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SLAPPIN' AND YAPPIN' 11/22/2014:
When you're confused about a certain social activity, because it's been a while, trying to discern just what the hell's going on in the head of the other party, as it relates to what certain things used to mean and such... You could call it a form of "carbon dating"...

Happy Extra Cheezy Saturday!...

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SUNDAY DAILY LIMERICK 11/23/2014:
Give man fish? Eats for night--kind treat!
Teach to fish? Eats whole life--kind feat!
But teach him to get
babe who rocks fish-nets
and his life's an all-you-can-eat!

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SLAPPIN' AND YAPPIN' 11/23/2014:
The world "penalize"?

Why say "pen-a-lies" when you can say "penile-ize"?

And as a verb, why "pen-a-lies" someone when you can "penile-ize" her...or him, if that's your thing.

Although I guess that depends a lot on the individual in question.

Eat my words, babe!

He he. Okay, enough of this...

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SUNDAY STORY TIME 11/23/2014:
A SPECIAL, TOUCHING SECTION APPEARING SUNDAYS ONLY
(Touching in some manner, anyway)

TODAY'S EDITION: My Father's Stories
My father, who passed away in March, led an extraordinary life.

While he was raised well and never wanted for life's basic necessities, his parents lived on the poor side of the social strata, growing a huge garden and raising chickens to supplement a truck driver's wages. Neither received what we today call a high school education.

Dad rose above these beginnings to pursue his dream of flight, becoming a Navy fighter pilot and Vietnam veteran before embarking on a career as a commercial pilot and brilliant investor. His Naval career let him see much of the world, living for stints in countries such as Japan and the Philippines. Born in 1941, he experienced the turbulent 1960s as a young adult.

He was also a Renaissance man, doing, quite well, anything he set his mind to. I've inherited some excellent paintings of his, ate some of the best pizza I ever have from his quest for the "perfect pizza crust" and he even designed our family home, all despite the fact that he only completed two years of college.

Far more so than my father, I didn't want for life's necessities growing up. But his succcess and Renaissance qualities presented me a conundrum in finding my own identity.

Not long after Dad's death, my cousin reminded me that my father had offered my sister and I free pilot lessons as older children. Neither of us took the offer and, being reminded of this, I felt a bit guilty, as if I slighted him somehow with that. My cousin is still amazed--he did in fact become a private and Army pilot.

This all reminded me that, as I child, I wanted nothing to do with becoming a pilot, on any level. In fact, when friends would act impressed by my father ("Your dad actually flies planes?"), I'd shirk it off, perhaps even change the subject. Strangely, I acted this way because my father also impressed me. In fact, he's always been my hero on many levels.

See, my father had it a lot easier in one specific American Dream--that of building a better life than one's parents and, thus, a better life for one's children than one's own childhood. I say this not to slight Dad in any way, but this American Dream for him meant shooting beyond a relatively poor upbringing whereas, for me, this entailed attempting to "best" an amazing man. I always felt I'd be extremely lucky to even "tie" him when I grew up!

Father, however, was of course human. So his Renaissance qualities didn't extend to everything. One area he did not excel in was writing--or anything related. (He was actually a horrible speller, which the rest of the family often kidded him about, largely because he didn't give many avenues for easy potshots.) I believe he was even self-conscious of this shortcoming, even a bit jealous of my abilities in that realm. It seemed that on the rare occasions I worked with him in that capacity, writing a letter for him or, once, penning a short story about a Navy pilot, he was quick to criticize my work.

Yes, he was human. But he was also extra proud of me for my writing skills and achievements. Both of my parents fully encouraged me, even goaded me, into a writing profession, although I was more than willing to oblige. In fact, as my journalism career swirled into the toilet with the rise of the Internet and the Great Recession, it seemed to hurt Dad perhaps even more than it did me.

See, writing was my one, niche way that I could achieve the dream of outdoing my parents.

My dad told me many fascinating stories about his life. Stories that he never put in writing for the ages. So it makes perfect sense, and is perhaps even Fate, that I start writing them, in this space and other venues.

These tales have had a profound affect on my own life. Meaning they are also my stories. That's the nature of good stories-they can also become anyone's, everyone's. Although they primarily are Dad's, they're also far more than just My Father's Stories...

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DAILY LIMERICK 11/24/2014:
Pop Culture waves its Magic Wand!
Name late of new parents be fond
is the tag of "Britney"!
I say, if good fit be.
all "Britneys," by law, should be blonde!

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SLAPPIN' AND YAPPIN' 11/24/2014:
One can have a past that's so hideously checkered, it in fact becomes plaid!...

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DAILY LIMERICK 11/25/2014:
We writers face multiple grues!
For one, Writer's Block brings us blues!
When livin' you're eekin',
and such grues turn frequent,
you have a dysfunctional muse!

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SLAPPIN' AND YAPPIN' 11/25/2014:
Read for the first time a reference to this coming Thursday as "Black Thursday."

It's official. Satan worship is the new black...

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DAILY LIMERICK 11/26/2014:
When the Great Recession had rendered
me hard up for work, offer tendered
was eating for money!
Then job came through... Funny,
but I coulda been a contender!

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SLAPPIN' AND YAPPIN' 11/26/2014:
Recently, late at night, after work shifts, having to drive out of town ASAP, hungry as all hell, after, as they say, "one of those days/nights," I hit a McDonald's drive-through, bought a couple value burgers with fries and drink, quickly hit the highway, multi-tasking away, munched some fries, got into the proper lane, unwrapped a burger and... This was a new one.

See, the, um, toppings were screwed up. Oh, there were ample pickles and onions, pleasant amount of ketchup and mustard but... Not sure this qualifies as "topping," but there was no burger.

Starving a nut, I ate the burgerless burger anyway, between nibbles on fries, then unwrapped the other one. The McD's workers couldn't have missed a freakin' burger on BOTH, I figured, but... They did.

In such a case, you have little choice but to take the screwin'. What, turn around, get off the highway, drive all the way back to correct the order? When you already can't wait to just get the hell home, settle in and sleep? For burgers that came to $4 plus tax?

When I was a pup, I remember having many laughs over a friend's incident when he ordered a burger "hold the mayo," which prompted a mishearing worked to question him--"Meat? Meat? You don't want meat?"

Now, the general rules of ordering food dictate that, before leaving with your carryout, you double-check the bag to make sure the items ordered/payed for are all present. So do I now have to add checking for the actual burgers to the ritual?...

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DAILY LIMERICK 11/27/2014:
Thanksgiving! For white meat, most beg--
consid'ring rest of bird the dregs!
But as with girls, quirk be
the same for my turkey...
Could take or leave breasts--I'm 'bout legs!

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SLAPPIN' AND YAPPIN' 11/27/2014:
Happy Extra Cheezy Thanksgiving...

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DAILY LIMERICK 11/28/2014:
Disney's "Cinderella"? New take's near!
'Nother version of tale now makes clear
perpetual updates
ensure the work now rates
foot fetish erotica's Shakespeare!

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SLAPPIN' AND YAPPIN' 11/28/2014:
To any Satanists reading and celebrating the abomination... Happy "Black Friday"...

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DAILY LIMERICK 11/29/2014:
So Santa's Elves? Each sleaze or flooz!
Wild sex e'en marks clothing they choose!
Pleasured muscle spasms
from constant orgasms?
That's why they wear curly toed shoes!

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SLAPPIN' AND YAPPIN' 11/29/2014:
There's a new phenomenon now that we'll call "Twitter paranoia."

Unlike regular paranoia, the person suffering from this disorder thinks he/she is being followed, but actually WANTS to be followed.

Just like run-of-the-mill paranoia, however, the sufferer is delusional. Folks may be clicking on "follow" for them, but these "followers" are really just interested in sounding off themselves, paying no attention to what others are saying, as with all of selfie media...

Happy Extra Cheezy Saturday!...

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SUNDAY DAILY LIMERICK 11/30/2014:
Is there type of business, some brand,
for "roommate removal," that can
shake Renter Who Will Not Leave?
Something 'tween, I believe,
An'mal Control and hit man?

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SLAPPIN' AND YAPPIN' 11/30/2014:
Chief Limericist checking in, here.

Slapper Yapper Grasshoppers know that I've been driving back and forth, between my city home and the family country home I inherited with my father's death, for almost nine months now. Dealing with the estate, preparing the family digs for sale, etc. Real pain in the ass.

It's been many moons since I drove this much, having become a carless urban dweller in the interim. Why, the last time I listened to traditional radio even near as much as I am now, it was before the fall of the Radio Gods, on the heels of the Slow Death of Print Journalism, with the Rise of the Internet, uncertainty in advertisign and... Sorry, the subject prompts me to digress.

Anyway, the last time I was a traditional radio listener, the likes of Chicago legends Steve Dahl and Jonathon Brandmeier ruled the airwaves.

But today... Hmm. There salaries have been chopped, but both Dahl and Brandmeier are back on the airwaves.

Funny how that works...

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SUNDAY STORY TIME 11/30/2014:
A SPECIAL, TOUCHING SECTION APPEARING SUNDAYS ONLY
(Touching in some manner, anyway)

TODAY'S EDITION: We're Off Today/This Week, Decking the Halls!
Yup. After Thanksgiving. The time to start those decorations and tunes, as God intended it... Perhaps we'll festively check-in here next week...