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Thursday, May 27, 2021

The shit I post on Facebook

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15 comments:

  1. #9 sooooo wrong, but I would watch it.

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  2. #1 True story. I was riding the bus to school in deepest, darkest L.A. around 1968 with Robert. Robert was a white boy not to be trifled with, but he took a liking to me. A big (BIG) black guy came over and got in Robert's face and demanded to know if he had said "Jack Shit". Kind of like "I hear you said Jack Shit, did you say Jack shit, motherfucker?"
    Robert jumped up in the guy's face and screamed "yeahIsaidJackshitmotherfuckerwhatthefuck areyougoingtodoaboutit?"
    Black dude backed off with the "I was jus' playin' man, it's cool".
    Just another day in L.A. in the 60's

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  3. #2. I worked with one of the ugliest, most repulsive woman I’ve ever seen. One day she announced that she was pregnant. I commented to the other shocked people in the office, “All we know about the father is he can’t make a fist”

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  4. #2. I worked with one of the ugliest, most repulsive woman I’ve ever seen. One day she announced that she was pregnant. I commented to the other shocked people in the office, “All we know about the father is he can’t make a fist”

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  5. #2:

    I've lost count of the number of times.
    Especially the ones with multiple children.

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  6. 18) I went to a Catholic School run by Irish nuns. Sister Angela used to call me "The Last Gasp". I was never quite sure what that meant. I do know that they only had to hit me one time in first grade and I grasped the entire behavior expectation concept and they never hit me again. My brother wasn't (and still isn't) quite that bright and he got the shit beat out of him all the time. It was hilarious.

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    1. From 1st through 5th grade I went to a small Catholic school, 1 class per grade, run by our local parish with Mexican nuns for teachers. They spoke mostly Spanish and at that time we spoke mostly our Cajun version of French so to say there was confusing situations daily is an understatement. They tried to require a Spanish language class but since our parents were paying for us to go to that school and they thought a French class was more important it was an optimal class. Somehow we all made it through the school years and graduated from a public high school.
      JD

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  7. #3 She can discuss her financial problems, or anything else with me.

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  8. #19 for the lunchroom win

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  9. #1 Ah, the '70s - when you could get a suit made by DuPont.

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  10. #20: Next step will be serial numbers on the lumber at Home Despot, not just the SKUs.

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