The dreadful occupancy permit moustache lingers on…
Over four hundred years ago, Gutenberg perfected the moveable type press, causing book publishing to explode. Today they are at risk of joining rotary telephones and Betamax on the scrap heap of forgotten technology. Will books disappear or are there a few chapters left to read?
Some guy just walked in and asked where the bathroom was, and then went into the women’s. He came out and I told him he should read the sign next time. Ha ha ha, he said. I really had to go. So, you selling books here? No, I’m providing bathroom services for idiots. I’ve already served you, now get the #@$& out.
“My name is Oleg Thimchyshin. I am writing you a letter with a small request.
Please, if possible, send me gifts, such as: markers, shirts, caps, candy, balloons, child's play, etc.
My address is…..”
In my country, we are so poor that a pedophile cannot even buy his own supplies.
Kelly Hughes
Kelly Hughes
…..I have about six boxes of medical books from the ’60s. Who should I contact about doing something about them?
Me: Um, your garbage man?
Selling the house after 15 years…
“Hi. I wanted to drop off some music again for you to listen to and see if you wanted to book our band. I’m hoping you’re in a little bit better mood than you were last time.”
And that’s supposed to put me in a better mood? I had my fill of passive-aggressive punch at Christmas thanks.
I looked up the old dude from his day job website.
“I have been a therapist for 45 years … counselling burned out, over worked, under empowered and extremely distressed people.”
I guess he was trying a tactic on me. Too bad he lacks experience with the over-empowered. I might book his band of merry old jazz cats anyway. I feel like I’m in a bit of a better mood.
Kelly Hughes
Her: Hey, is your restaurant closed?
Me: Yes it is. I’m very sorry.
Her: How’s the food at The Garrick?
Me: They have a restaurant?