Guten Morgen, Little Green Man
Yo
I got my stitches out. Plus, I got linked to by lablogs.com. Thus rendering everything else said heretofore irrelevant.
Way to embarass yourself before not just the L.A. blogger community, but the entire blogosphere.
Yes, sometimes I do that. Byvaet. I have a question for you. I believe I am an important person at florist school, but sometimes I hear a voice in my head that others don't hear. It tells me that people are being nice to me just because they want something. While I am liked by most people who know me, I do not like being made fun of, and sometimes I think I would like the work of a forest ranger instead of my chosen lifework of that of a florist. There seems to be a fullness in my head or nose most of the time. Sometimes I sneak into the cloakroom at florist school when I am sure no one is watching. I am so strongly attracted by the personal articles of others, such as shoes, gloves, etc., that I want to handle or steal them, though I have no use for them. I feel as if I have done something wrong or evil. I make sure and turn on the lights in the cloakroom, because I can't go into a dark room alone even in my own home. When I leave the cloakroom, I check several times to make sure I have turned the lights off. Sometimes, I feel like just giving up, but then I think how absolutely wonderful it would be to do the work of a librarian. I would glady settle with just doing a librarian. Especially one of those swingin' liberal librarians at Central.
Draw a house please.
I'm not that good with pitchers, but, OK...
How's this? That's supposed to be a clown.
Does it say Gacy on the door?
Of course not. This is a nice house. Say, Little Green Man, I've got an IQ test, courtesy of USENET.
Hey, you're paying me for the time, so, just go ahead.
Q: Without using a calculator - You are driving a bus from London to Milford Haven in Wales. In London, 17 people get on the bus. In Reading, six people get off the bus and nine people get on. In Swindon, two people get off and four get on. In Cardiff, 11 people get off and 16 people get on. In Swansea, three people get off and five people get on. In Carmathen, six people get off and three get on. You then arrive at Milford Haven. Now, what was the name of the bus driver?
I give up.
A: Oh, for Heaven's sake... It was you!
But, that makes no sense. I have never once driven a bus. While I have seen bus drivers, and I have frequently been haunted by thoughts that I would like the work of a bus driver, I have never once driven a bus. Furthermore, in your question, who exactly is "you"? We now know that you can't have been referring to me, aka Little Green Man. Thus, you must have been referring to someone else reading this. Now, since this page will be read many times by many people, only a small percentage of whom are qualified and/or licensed to operate a bus, I feel that your question is deeply flawed. Were those reading this expected to be driving multiple busses, perhaps within a short time space of each other? I have difficulty believing that those numbers would stay the same even with just a small number of busses. Perhaps this is a British thing, this synchronized bus driving and a-mounting, akin to train spotting. Have you ever considered the hobby of train spotting?
Is it OK if I postdate the check a couple days?
No.