Clinton Robert Labombard 
 
[2006 June 4]
With the exception of Mel I don't like talking on the phone, including listenning to my mom. I never have anything to say anyway. On the other hand, my mom can talk for hours.
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It's too bad you need phone service for DSL, otherwise we'd ditch the phone line, use DSL and a couple of cheap cell phones with prepaid service. Luckily (in case anyone in the US would like to know) we made a change of service with ATT. I had them strip the service down: no extra charge for in case I need someone to come here and fix my single phone cord in case of lightning or a nuclear blast or something, no long distance service whatsoever --local area only, and metered service. $14 a month is what I think it came out to. That's opposed to the $45 per month we were being charged. Add the lowest DSL plan they offered and we're still saving about $10 per month. And we get to download movies now! Wee!!
 
 
 
M.A. Labombard 
 
[2006 June 4]
'Chocolatey' or 'chocolaty' --according to the current dictionaries both are correct. Oh well. I think the English language is a grammatic mess anyway, something for non-intellectual academia nuts to get stirred up about, especially on internet forums where the net-nazis roam.
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In case anyone gives a flip, I've done a guest strip for Apathy Unlimited. I did it when I was extremely intoxicated and barely remembered doing it.

In further news, I've washed one of our cats, and he's doing fine.
 
 
[Transcript] - Rudy is holding the hand Izzy is holding the cell phone in and Izzy says to her mom, "If you want I'll call back when I get home, okay?"

Iggy grabs the cell and yells, "Hello?.. Hello?.. GOODBYE!!!" And he presses the disconnect button. Soon the phone rings and Rudy yells, "Don' answer!!"

The cat is watching a bird perched on the open window sill. When he has an opening he leaps! And misses! And lands outside the house.

Rudy continues, "Let da wall phone ring!!"

Izzy asks, "Why?"

"Don wanna be boddered by her."

"She was talking to ME, not you!"

"She geds you all ubset, den I gotta deal w'you being ubset."

"What am I supposed to do?"

"Leddit go."

"You know she'll call back!"

"Don answer da phone. Blame me ib'ya want."

"You know she'll do something spiteful!"

"Leddit go! We'll deal widdit layder."

"I don't want to be stuck having to explain this!"

"Take da phone off de hook!"
 
 
       
 

 
Why Sprint Sucks
That damn bird. Just out of reach of my stomach's steely grip he sat... safe in a blanket of smug thicker than LA smog and smellier than smeg. I was coiled like an overwound clock and my muscles shivered like a plate of jello in San Francisco.
 
His smugness spread through the air like a grease stain on a new dress, like blood through a well-combed mullet --then he blinked...
 
In midtown there's a rusty joint called 'Harry's Eats & Bordello' that serves the tenderest, juiciest whole chicken you could ever put in your mouth. And cheap whores. Harry himself is the one who came up with such vital souces of protein and he makes a killing off it. His kids are something.. dangerous, if you ask me. I've overheard them more than once talking about offing the guy and renaming the place, making a franchise and all that.

Incidentally, did you know feathers are an important source of calcium in any bird-eater's diet? Yeah, I thought you'd like to know that. Hollow bones are another of those important sources. Mmm... bones... crunchy, tasty, and nutritious. And blood! And meat!

>^^<  nee!