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You should give them a flash of your transfiguration, that'll lay 'em out long enough to fill your plate.
Posted on July 4, 2005 7:44 AM
Allen,
It's all a matter of timing. Growing up in the South, I learned at an early age how to beat the Baptists to the fried chicken on Sunday at the local restaurants. It still takes practice, practice, practice to compete effectively.
Posted on July 5, 2005 8:45 AM
All you have to do is point out the window and say "Look, there's Jesus!!!"
When they turn back around, you've got you're food and you can say "Oh, he's my friend from Mexico."
Posted on July 5, 2005 4:45 PM
If they weren't well dressed, you could just knock them down?
Posted on July 5, 2005 4:46 PM
Sodium Penathol Man,
I was going to suggest to him to wear his "ASK ME ABOUT MY A.I.D.S." T-Shirt, but your idea is better. Which reminds me, there's a panhandler on the west coast that has the best hustle I've ever seen. He tells people he needs spare change for his meds because he keeps hearing "those voices in my head."
Posted on July 5, 2005 5:11 PM
Dude, I know exactly how you feel.
Posted on July 5, 2005 10:30 PM
"All you have to do is point out the window and say "Look, there's Jesus!!!"
When they turn back around, you've got you're food and you can say "Oh, he's my friend from Mexico."
LMAO, "truth" you need your own TV show, like Timothy X on cable access channel 8. :)
Posted on July 6, 2005 10:17 AM
Thank you, Lilly. You always have my back. As far as the TV show goes, I don't think I'm ready for prime-time. Of course, if you and Steve decided to join me, it could be interesting. Once the FCC got done with us, nobody would even remember Janet's nipple jewelry.
Posted on July 7, 2005 10:03 AM