Domestic (As in: Servant.) Goddesses?
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Originally Posted by Astro
....mamasans who train their servers to say would u like to buy a drink for the mamasan cause it's his birthday. that's after bringing your drink sio u can't just get up and leave.
How arrogant! Mamasans have a birthday every day! Even Pra Pu├╝m, God of Gods, has a birthdays only every Friday!...and I haven't had one in...several...years. (And don't intend to for several more years.)
Re: Domestic (As in: Servant.) Goddesses?
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Originally Posted by Edith
How arrogant! Mamasans have a birthday every day! Even Pra Pu├╝m, God of Gods, has a birthdays only every Friday!...and I haven't had one in...several...years. (And don't intend to for several more years.)
Ahh Edith, don't you know? You can't hide from the AARP! they will hunt you down and make you watch their commercials. They know....THEY KNOW!!!!!! :bigsmurf:
I shall not go quietly into that good night.
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Originally Posted by clawdaddy
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Originally Posted by Edith
How arrogant! Mamasans have a birthday every day! Even Pra Pu├╝m, God of Gods, has a birthdays only every Friday!...and I haven't had one in...several...years. (And don't intend to for several more years.)
Ahh Edith, don't you know? You can't hide from the AARP! they will hunt you down and make you watch their commercials. They know....THEY KNOW!!!!!! :bigsmurf:
And if you don't join at age 50?...you ought to see my mail!
they give your name & address to every retirement home & extended care facility,
wheel chair\zimmer frame\stick company,
Adult diaper manufacturer,
Ace bandage\snuggies\knee-warmer company, (Only knee warmer I'm interested in is a 98.6┬░ (Wee) Knee-warmer!)
Pharmaceutical company: selling 'poker-pills' (E.D. meds.) flatulence meds, anti-acids, prune juice, enemas & laxatives;
company manufacturing dentures, hearing-aids, stiffy-splints,
Lasik & cosmetic surgery--
And the unkindest cut of all: tombstones, cemetery plots, crematoriums & urns, niches & mausoleums.
I thought of having myself dipped (As in, wax. Not as in, "Well, I'll be dipped!").
Instead; I bought this mummy-drag and made arrangements with a taxidermist--Then it's off to the Antiquities Museum of Cairo!--
And before Pearl says it: "If the Museum ever throws a come-as-you-are-party, I'm ready--Without all the drag, stuffing, apple-in-the mouth (?), etc,"
but why scare the poop out of the poor kiddies?
I'm not into poop.
Otherwise; I'd donate my body to Disney World, Japan. I'd (still) be a hellova ride! They could even call me, The Beast of the East--But I'm afraid they might prefer God. (Zilla)
PS: Davey612;
Could we turn mamasan-tipping into a sport? Like cow-tipping?