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Tundra # 11
Holy cow! I had no idea they were “that” smart. To be honest, I think Allan might have even told me this information about Sam once before, but I was too busy ignoring him. “Go all Cliff,” on me. My brother Jason (I have three brothers with normal American names, Joe, Jason, and Jake, and I get stuck with the weirdo name—as a kid I used to endlessly wish that my name were John) used to periodically do a dead on Cliff impersonation; it had many variations but it always began the same way: “Now you take your average North Atlantic Ocean sperm whale for example, Normy … “ Sperm whales made me giggle in first grade, and now, these many years later, nothing has changed.— March 31, 2010 6:36 a.m.
Tundra # 11
I'm with you, sister.— March 30, 2010 2:02 p.m.
Tundra # 11
The same thing happened to me once, MsGrant. A girlfriend was talking to me, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk. I just said, "Uh huh," or "Really?" once in awhile and that appeased her. Eventually I passed out, and she just kept on talking. I was drunk though, and she had had a super giant coffee from Starbucks. Yin and yang.— March 29, 2010 10:14 p.m.
Tundra # 11
He's attractive, but, believe me, he's a jerk. I'll post another picture of him later as he's trying to bite me, but he ends up only damaging my beer can instead, the insensitive clod!— March 29, 2010 10:07 p.m.
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Thanks, nan. That cartoon just kills me.— March 29, 2010 2:29 p.m.
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I guess you can only post images when you post a blog. Anyway, it's the, "What we say to dogs/cats and what they hear," cartoon. Maybe I'll post it with the next Tundra.— March 28, 2010 9:11 p.m.
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All this dog/cat talk reminds me of my favorite Gary Larson cartoon. — March 28, 2010 9:04 p.m.
Tundra # 11
Thank you, AG (very funny stuff, by the way, I laughed out loud). Nothing against you or the rest of the fairer sex, but keep it short for crying out loud!— March 28, 2010 8:44 p.m.
Tundra # 11
Thanks, CF.— March 28, 2010 6:57 p.m.
Update Little Falls 3/26/2010
Hey, John, I read "all" your blogs in one sitting last night; they're fascinating! Tell you the truth, though, the quotes from the "Wall Street Journal"? Yeah, not so much. A little on the boring side, if you asked me. But I don't feel I have the whole story regarding the Sun Cafe and Judy. You're going to have to fill me in if you want to maintain my interest. You worked at the Sun Cafe for 14 years as its dishwasher. Got it. But when did Judy begin working there? How old is Judy? How old are you? Have you two ever actually dated or are you just holding out hope your unrequited love for her will one day be realized? Let me know.— March 26, 2010 5:49 p.m.