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Let’s play.

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You don’t have to, but you should.

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Aside from every phone number of every place I have ever lived?

This:

Abou Ben Adhem

BY LEIGH HUNT

Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!)

Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace,

And saw, within the moonlight in his room, 

Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom, 

An angel writing in a book of gold:— 

Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, 

And to the presence in the room he said, 

“What writest thou?”—The vision raised its head, 

And with a look made of all sweet accord, 

Answered, “The names of those who love the Lord.” 

“And is mine one?” said Abou. “Nay, not so,” 

Replied the angel. Abou spoke more low, 

But cheerly still; and said, “I pray thee, then, 

Write me as one that loves his fellow men.” 

The angel wrote, and vanished. The next night 

It came again with a great wakening light, 

And showed the names whom love of God had blest, 

And lo! Ben Adhem’s name led all the rest.

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If you know me, you know I’m one of the least religious people you’re ever apt to meet, but my late mother was forced to memorize that poem as a child and recited it ad nauseam during my formative years. Why it has remained firmly implanted in my brain I have no idea… but there it is. Uselessly taking up space.

So how about you? What useless thing are you storing in your grey matter…

Products you don’t need, except for Mark.

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I have a shelf full of cookbooks I never use. Some are low calorie, some are comfort food, some are Italian, some are French. None of them however, are from Sing Sing.

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With all due respect to Goose, I think I’ll pass.

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Do I need to play Bingo with various shaped feces?

I do not. Nope. Not ever.

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If someone gave me this? I would probably do just the opposite and lob it at their head.

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Now where was this when I was young? Talk about missed opportunities. Damn.

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And finally, something for Mark, aka Swinged Cat, aka Madtown Migrant, aka Mark My Words…. who, for some unfathomable reason likes to eat this canned abomination. Throw them with abandon my friend. Personally, I’d rather eat the dice.

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Let’s play.

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Not everyone will be able to participate in this game, but you can always stick around to read the comments.

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1976 Plymouth Fury. She wasn’t pretty…

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But she was a behemoth with a powerful V-8.

I was 16, dating a much older man who drove me and my girlfriends around whenever we wanted to drink and get loud. Looking back, it wasn’t exactly kosher…. but not much of my teenage years was.

We had the radio cranked up, flying down some long deserted country road we’d never travelled before. My guy was driving dangerously fast, not that we realized it at the time… and then poof. The road disappeared from under us as we crested a hill we didn’t know was there.

Airborne? You betcha. We landed with a thud, broke the frame of the car and were damned lucky we lived to tell the tale.

I saw the speedometer reach 115+ … so I’m counting it.

How about you?

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Let’s play…. The Star Wars edition.

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Grab your geek cap and meet me on Dagobah.

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(Yes, I see the misspelling. It hurts my brain but I’m playing anyway. )

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Well, if I only had one…. I could do worse.

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Lying to Obi Wan would be fruitless. He’d know you were full of crap before you even opened your mouth.

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That might be a bridge too far.

And now….

A little Star Wars humor, just because I can.

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Star Wars and Game of Thrones?

Be still my heart.

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Maybe getting old won’t be so bad after all…

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Things I like today.

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The drought is still turning our lawn into sandpaper and killing every living thing I’ve planted… so right now? I’m liking these.

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Though I’ll have to switch ‘something green’ to ‘something brown’. I’ve got plenty of those.

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A duck popping spaceship? I like! Sign me up.

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Lord Dudley Mountcatten? I always like him… though the man cave leather club chairs didn’t like his claws.. at all.

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Oh yes, that’s a tee shirt I definitely like.

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Keith.

If you don’t like him now, no worries. He’ll wait until you do.

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Let’s play.

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Because you can’t think of a good enough excuse not to.

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I’ll start and you guess.

1- I am the danger.

2- Valar Morghulis.

3- We were on a break.

4. – I like my money right where I can see it… hanging in my closet

5. – Let’s be careful out there.

6. – Buy land, cause God ain’t making any more of it.

Your turn.

Guess… then give me one of your own.

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Let’s play.

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Admit it. You have nothing better to do right now…

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Seeing that our yard/property is covered in flowers instead of vegetables and the pear tree, apple trees, and blueberry bushes aren’t ready to harvest yet ….

I’m going to have to go with woodchuck.

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Kidding!

( But with all the fruit I feed them, they’d probably be sweet. )

So what’s on your dinner table tonight?

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Just in case you were wondering.

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This first news flash is for my male readers.

Hang on men, help is on the way.

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It’s funny, but the first place my mind went with this was wondering if it’s run by the good people at Butterball who provide us with the how to cook a turkey hotline at Thanksgiving. If so, I hope the operators don’t confuse the two. Asking the masturbation experts what to do with the giblets could positively ruin the holiday.

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I must be seriously out of touch with what’s new and trending because naked pickle ball never crossed my mind when planning fun summer activities this year.

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