The person who submitted the winning cafe name, Carol's Country Cafe, was Sheridan, who also had the most entries at 22. Just goes to show that if you endeavor to persevere, you too could win a cup of coffee. She will have this place of honor in this newsletter all to herself, while we, THE LOSERS, must share space.
A.C. S, Allison, Amand D, Anthony, Bobbie S, Brenda, Burt, Carleen, Carol, Charlie, Crissy, Curtis, Darlene, D.H., DWC, Dwight, Eli, George, James, J.K., John G, Johnny J, Joni, Judy, Larry, Linda, Mindy, Rachel, Raymond, Ron S, Sharon E, Sharon V, Sherra. As you can see, that is 33 losers and one winner, out of 104 slips of paper in the jar. A few folks just neglected to put their own name on the slip with their submission, probably as a precaution against getting their name put in a Government Database somewhere. The government won't look at this newsletter in hard copy or online, because they can't tell any better than you can exactly which portions of this missive might actually have some truth woven into the fabric, and which, if any, are products of Gemini Mans imagination. What we have, in spook speak, is Plausible Deniability. Remember that. There will be a test down the line sometime.
I was told, again, that Sheridan is in Oklahoma, again. She never says whether she's winning or losing. I had a talk with the Governor awhile back, and proposed to him that if Sheridan would just say she is losing, whether or not it be true, we could maybe start proceedings to annex Oklahoma into the state of Texas, and name it Sherambler County, Texas. Her losses, if any, would stay in Texas, and so would her winnings, if she'll stay the hell out of New Mexico and Louisianna.
I mentioned to Crissy the mispelling of one of the vegetables on the chalk board and she looked at it, took out her telephone which obviously has a dictionary, no luck, looked in the freezer for the package it came out of, no luck, sooo crissy, you spell it brokolee, with two e's. Take my word for it. You know everything in here is gospel.
Gemini Man
copyright 2010
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Sunday, October 31, 2010
Saturday, October 30, 2010
TRUE ???? # 22
The Rendon Cafe now has a new AKA.(Also Known As). Cops tend to call that an Alias, but as we are all, nearly all, mostly, practically, somewhat law abiding citizens, we are just also known as "Carol's Country Cafe." The citizens in question submitted 104 names for the cafe. As you all (at least the 4 of you who read this newsletter) know, The Committee to choose the name was comprised of Sally, Rex, and Robert. Robert, being the only Committee member in attendance was forced to choose the name by himself, as the other two members could not make it to the meeting to help choose the name. Failure to attend that meeting would normally have dire consequences, but consideration is given to the reason for the absence. Both Committee members had excellent, very good, absolutely acceptable, perfectly adequate excuses for missing that meeting.
Rex, as you all know, is a renowned ichthyologist who, on the night in question, had a burning need to know for sure if Alligator Gar could swim from the Gulf of Mexico up the Trinity River all the way to Fort Worth. If I had known he needed this information I could have saved him a long arduous trip, and told him "Yes, they can swim that far, and do quite frequently." Rex didn't know I know about Gar, so while Robert was choosing a cafe name, Rex was somewhere around Huntsville with his Ouchita Jon boat being pushed smartly along by a 9.9 Mercury outboard, dodging stumps and slapping mosquitoes. Rex is excused.
Sally had to wash her hair. Sally is excused.
Gemini Man
copyright 2010
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
TRUE ???? HEAD SHED # 5
This is an OFFICIAL invitation from the staff and customers of The Rendon Cafe to the crew at The Head Shed, Sharon/Michelle/Alice, Doctor Blanca/Vera, and Chica/Flo, to come to the cafe and put your names and ideas for a cafe name into the pot to help us pick a name. The OFFICIAL name (the one on the papers) will remain The Rendon Cafe in perpetuity, but we can pick one we can pronounce. The Committee will meet at the cafe on Thursday, October 28, 2010, at 5:00p.m. to decide on a name. You do NOT have to be present for your selection to win, but you have to be in the cafe to put your name in the jar before that date.
Inside the Head Shed, there is a sign warning customers to beware of pickpockets and loose women. There is some discussion about who is what. Chica/Flo swears that Sharon/Michelle/Alice is a loose woman, but Sharon/Michelle/Alice swears she is a pickpocket. Doctor Blanca/Vera doesn't believe in swearing, so I find it hard to believe she could be a loose woman. She could, on the other hand, very well be a pickpocket. Chica/Flo has said she wasNOT a loose woman, but she has NOT said she was NOT a pickpocket. That leaves three women with not a loose woman among them, but conceivably all three of them could be pickpockets. To test out this theory, I put 6 quarters in my left front pocket, 6 quarters in my right front pocket, and 6 quarters in my right rear pocket, with my billfold in my left rear pocket with two thirty dollar bills in it. I tried sashaying but couldn't figure out how to do it, so I strolled around in the Head Shed for about an hour, then went outside to check my pockets. Left front pocket=empty. Right front pocket=empty. Right rear pocket=empty. Left rear pocket=billfold still there. Checked inside=one forty five dollar bill-one fifteen dollar bill. And eighteen quarters. I had exactly the same amount of money that I started with. Some of it had been exchanged, but for the correct amount. The quarters had all been moved to a different location, but were all still there. I can come to but one conclusion. NO money missing=NO PICKPOCKETS. That can only mean that ALL the ladies, bless them, are LOOSE WOMEN.
Gemini Man
copyright 2010
http://www.geminiauthor.blogspot.com---to read ALL the TRUE's, Head Shed and Cafe, as well as some other things.
Inside the Head Shed, there is a sign warning customers to beware of pickpockets and loose women. There is some discussion about who is what. Chica/Flo swears that Sharon/Michelle/Alice is a loose woman, but Sharon/Michelle/Alice swears she is a pickpocket. Doctor Blanca/Vera doesn't believe in swearing, so I find it hard to believe she could be a loose woman. She could, on the other hand, very well be a pickpocket. Chica/Flo has said she wasNOT a loose woman, but she has NOT said she was NOT a pickpocket. That leaves three women with not a loose woman among them, but conceivably all three of them could be pickpockets. To test out this theory, I put 6 quarters in my left front pocket, 6 quarters in my right front pocket, and 6 quarters in my right rear pocket, with my billfold in my left rear pocket with two thirty dollar bills in it. I tried sashaying but couldn't figure out how to do it, so I strolled around in the Head Shed for about an hour, then went outside to check my pockets. Left front pocket=empty. Right front pocket=empty. Right rear pocket=empty. Left rear pocket=billfold still there. Checked inside=one forty five dollar bill-one fifteen dollar bill. And eighteen quarters. I had exactly the same amount of money that I started with. Some of it had been exchanged, but for the correct amount. The quarters had all been moved to a different location, but were all still there. I can come to but one conclusion. NO money missing=NO PICKPOCKETS. That can only mean that ALL the ladies, bless them, are LOOSE WOMEN.
Gemini Man
copyright 2010
http://www.geminiauthor.blogspot.com---to read ALL the TRUE's, Head Shed and Cafe, as well as some other things.
TRUE ???? # 21
Carol is in the process of fixing up the cafe now that it is hers. She just put a couple of booths in the back room, for which she conscripted the labor from whomever was likely looking and available. Of course Carol would not ask anyone to do anything she wouldn't do herself, so she was at the helm of James, Jim, Chester, Pat and Chrissy. She was of course in the back where the whip would be most effective.
Chester was commiserating recently about needing a cycle buddy and the name "Curtis" was mentioned. When asked by Chester to participate, Curtis said he needed more than two wheels. For the life of me I cannot figure out why anyone would need more than two wheels, but there is evidently quite a large body of people who feel two wheels are not enough. Despite Chester and me telling him exactly where the "Training Wheels 'R Us" was located, Curtis opted to stay off motorcycles until he is old enough to learn how to balance himself. He feels perfectly safe on a three wheel tractor racing 100 miles an hour over broken terrain chasing grasshoppers. He can eat a sunny side up egg but not ride a bike. If he'd use a motorcycle, he'd actually catch some of those grasshoppers.
I ordered a B.O.B. sandwich with onion, and it came out of the kitchen looking like a sandwich wearing a purple bowler hat. Bermuda onion, you know.
This morning, Tue. 10-19-10, Jay met Sheridan at her car to help her out of the car and into the cafe. Chivalry was Jays motive, but Sheridan told him she was capable of getting out of her car and into the cafe on her own. That's not at all like Sheridan. Then when she got inside, she came up to my table and asked if I had already eaten, which I had. She handed me this jar of salsa (which she makes and is as good as any you'll find anywhere) and said I could use it tomorrow. She seemed a little out of sorts, so I didn't mention that it was a baby food jar rather than the pint jar she usually hands me. I was sitting too far away from her to eavesdrop properly, and ya'll know what happens when I don't have all the facts at my disposal. There is a new game in the gambling world, and I fear Sheridan has fallen under its spell. It has caused many persons to be slightly "out of sorts" after having played this game. Unbeknownst to most folks, this game can only be won by 4 people in the whole world, because it has "fluctuating" rules. Heed this warning and stay away from the game BINGAPSLETTE21. The effects are not long lasting, so Sheridan is most likely her usual self as I write this. Come to think of it, that could be the reason Curtis stays off motorcycles.
The Committee will meet to make their decision Thu 10-28-10 if they can agree on that date and a time.
Gemini Man
copyright 2010
Chester was commiserating recently about needing a cycle buddy and the name "Curtis" was mentioned. When asked by Chester to participate, Curtis said he needed more than two wheels. For the life of me I cannot figure out why anyone would need more than two wheels, but there is evidently quite a large body of people who feel two wheels are not enough. Despite Chester and me telling him exactly where the "Training Wheels 'R Us" was located, Curtis opted to stay off motorcycles until he is old enough to learn how to balance himself. He feels perfectly safe on a three wheel tractor racing 100 miles an hour over broken terrain chasing grasshoppers. He can eat a sunny side up egg but not ride a bike. If he'd use a motorcycle, he'd actually catch some of those grasshoppers.
I ordered a B.O.B. sandwich with onion, and it came out of the kitchen looking like a sandwich wearing a purple bowler hat. Bermuda onion, you know.
This morning, Tue. 10-19-10, Jay met Sheridan at her car to help her out of the car and into the cafe. Chivalry was Jays motive, but Sheridan told him she was capable of getting out of her car and into the cafe on her own. That's not at all like Sheridan. Then when she got inside, she came up to my table and asked if I had already eaten, which I had. She handed me this jar of salsa (which she makes and is as good as any you'll find anywhere) and said I could use it tomorrow. She seemed a little out of sorts, so I didn't mention that it was a baby food jar rather than the pint jar she usually hands me. I was sitting too far away from her to eavesdrop properly, and ya'll know what happens when I don't have all the facts at my disposal. There is a new game in the gambling world, and I fear Sheridan has fallen under its spell. It has caused many persons to be slightly "out of sorts" after having played this game. Unbeknownst to most folks, this game can only be won by 4 people in the whole world, because it has "fluctuating" rules. Heed this warning and stay away from the game BINGAPSLETTE21. The effects are not long lasting, so Sheridan is most likely her usual self as I write this. Come to think of it, that could be the reason Curtis stays off motorcycles.
The Committee will meet to make their decision Thu 10-28-10 if they can agree on that date and a time.
Gemini Man
copyright 2010
Monday, October 11, 2010
TRUE ???? # 20
The Beasley Report has been re-classified from SECRET down to CONFIDENTIAL, due to the capture and subsequent torture of Codename Mrs.Beasley. Beasley has been re-assigned to less physical duties until further notice. The following is the re-classified text of your last message:
The members of the faction Head Shed are planning a coup against the CAFE, with complete takeover planned to take place before Christmas. The coup itself is to take place before the Christmas holidays so as not to interfere with families good cheer. The recent meetings of the Wild Bunch have alarmed Sharon/Michelle/Alice, and the Head Shed members have decided a preemptive strike is their best hope for a satisfactory final conclusion of this hostile takeover.
Armament and/or defenses for either side are not clear at this point. Further communications will be released as they become available.
End Beasley Report
About a hundred years ago, a lady named Barbara introduced Carol and James. I don't know which of them she knew first, but anyway she got them together. Of course Carol is going to say "Wait a minute. I'm not anywhere near 100 years old, and Barbara would probably agree. Don't know about James, though. Anyway, Barbara and Tracy/Tracie/Traci/Tracey/ came into the cafe to say howdy, but they said "Hello. Glad to meet you" instead. That's o.k.. Any friend of James and Carol are friends of mine and Lindas.
Tracy/Tracie/Traci/Tracey wondered aloud if the scarecrow in the back room was perhaps a drunk taking a siesta. We did not want to tell her that Carol had beat that dummy senseless and forced it into the back room so it would stop scaring customers. Curtis even did a double take and asked if the dummy was full of straw. I said: "Nah. It's full of grasshoppers." Curtis had been contemplating chewing tobacco, while actually chewing tobacco, and discovered he could not contemplate chewing tobacco and a dummy full of grasshoppers at the same time. I believe Curtis has sworn off chewing tobacco.
Carol said Good Morning to everyone the other morning, and got no response. She muttered something about "chopped liver" and Linda told Carol "I don't think anyone heard you say good morning." Carol, remembering that the majority of us are deaf as a post, put some volume into her next good morning, and if Sheridan or Sharon want to bet on a sure thing they could probably bet that Carol was heard all the way to the Head Shed.
Jose was sporting a beat up, scratched up, skinned up, bruised up leg. He didn't say what happened, but here's what I figger. Jose spends all his time playing with horses or at the cafe. Since he's never at the cafe long enough for a lengthy conversation, I'm guessing that one of them horse critters bit him, or threw him off, or fell on him, or just laid down on him for the hell of it. A horse laying on your leg can produce those skinned up places, especially if, after laying there for awhile, he decides to get up, as horses are wont to do. This cowboy has some experience along those lines, so here's my recommendation if that's what beat up Jose's leg. Adjust your stirrup leathers out so they are long enough for you to put your feet in the stirrups and do the splits. That way, if the horse starts down, you can do the splits and your feet won't be under any part of him. If you are not as agile as you once were and can't do the splits anymore, another way would be to sit in the saddle, pull your feet up and tuck them in behind the cantle so you won't have no legs hanging down for the horse to lay on. I will admit that is a VERY uncomfortable way to sit in a saddle, and NOT one I would recommend. The last thing possible is also the VERY LAST thing to try, and ONLY THEN in the dead of night, no light coming from anywhere, not even the moon. Then before mounting, yell four or five times at the top of your voice to see if anyone is within hearing. If it's all clear at this point, try riding side saddle.
I asked Carol the other day when I had pancakes and bacon, why, instead of my bacon being flat as a board and crisp as a potato chip, it was all curled up like it was hiding. She said I got the Tail end of the bacon. The Wild Bunch made me sit in the corner this morning, so I'm beginning to wonder if I'm being told something, in a not so subtle way.
R.I.P.
Warlock's Sirius Warrior
Sept. 26-1997 to Oct. 4-2010
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Gemini Man
copyright 2010
The members of the faction Head Shed are planning a coup against the CAFE, with complete takeover planned to take place before Christmas. The coup itself is to take place before the Christmas holidays so as not to interfere with families good cheer. The recent meetings of the Wild Bunch have alarmed Sharon/Michelle/Alice, and the Head Shed members have decided a preemptive strike is their best hope for a satisfactory final conclusion of this hostile takeover.
Armament and/or defenses for either side are not clear at this point. Further communications will be released as they become available.
End Beasley Report
About a hundred years ago, a lady named Barbara introduced Carol and James. I don't know which of them she knew first, but anyway she got them together. Of course Carol is going to say "Wait a minute. I'm not anywhere near 100 years old, and Barbara would probably agree. Don't know about James, though. Anyway, Barbara and Tracy/Tracie/Traci/Tracey/ came into the cafe to say howdy, but they said "Hello. Glad to meet you" instead. That's o.k.. Any friend of James and Carol are friends of mine and Lindas.
Tracy/Tracie/Traci/Tracey wondered aloud if the scarecrow in the back room was perhaps a drunk taking a siesta. We did not want to tell her that Carol had beat that dummy senseless and forced it into the back room so it would stop scaring customers. Curtis even did a double take and asked if the dummy was full of straw. I said: "Nah. It's full of grasshoppers." Curtis had been contemplating chewing tobacco, while actually chewing tobacco, and discovered he could not contemplate chewing tobacco and a dummy full of grasshoppers at the same time. I believe Curtis has sworn off chewing tobacco.
Carol said Good Morning to everyone the other morning, and got no response. She muttered something about "chopped liver" and Linda told Carol "I don't think anyone heard you say good morning." Carol, remembering that the majority of us are deaf as a post, put some volume into her next good morning, and if Sheridan or Sharon want to bet on a sure thing they could probably bet that Carol was heard all the way to the Head Shed.
Jose was sporting a beat up, scratched up, skinned up, bruised up leg. He didn't say what happened, but here's what I figger. Jose spends all his time playing with horses or at the cafe. Since he's never at the cafe long enough for a lengthy conversation, I'm guessing that one of them horse critters bit him, or threw him off, or fell on him, or just laid down on him for the hell of it. A horse laying on your leg can produce those skinned up places, especially if, after laying there for awhile, he decides to get up, as horses are wont to do. This cowboy has some experience along those lines, so here's my recommendation if that's what beat up Jose's leg. Adjust your stirrup leathers out so they are long enough for you to put your feet in the stirrups and do the splits. That way, if the horse starts down, you can do the splits and your feet won't be under any part of him. If you are not as agile as you once were and can't do the splits anymore, another way would be to sit in the saddle, pull your feet up and tuck them in behind the cantle so you won't have no legs hanging down for the horse to lay on. I will admit that is a VERY uncomfortable way to sit in a saddle, and NOT one I would recommend. The last thing possible is also the VERY LAST thing to try, and ONLY THEN in the dead of night, no light coming from anywhere, not even the moon. Then before mounting, yell four or five times at the top of your voice to see if anyone is within hearing. If it's all clear at this point, try riding side saddle.
I asked Carol the other day when I had pancakes and bacon, why, instead of my bacon being flat as a board and crisp as a potato chip, it was all curled up like it was hiding. She said I got the Tail end of the bacon. The Wild Bunch made me sit in the corner this morning, so I'm beginning to wonder if I'm being told something, in a not so subtle way.
R.I.P.
Warlock's Sirius Warrior
Sept. 26-1997 to Oct. 4-2010
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Gemini Man
copyright 2010
TRUE ???? HEAD SHED # 4
Chica/Flo told me some time ago that Sharon/Michelle/Alice was a loose woman. Sharon/Michelle/Alice denied that vehemently. As a graduate of OGCNSFTAOHR (see Head Shed # 1) she is adept at the use of knives, razors,scissors ,hatchets, axes, tomahawks,scythes,machetes,and more recently, firearms. She is known as "No B???? Alice" ONLY because she has no b????, NOT because she is a wuss. She is uptight as a banjo string, so I guess "loose woman" wouldn't fit. That black eye she has now is another story for another time.
Chica/Flo has some pictures on Facebook that show off her "Foxy" look, so I am hesitant to ask her how her class is going in Pornograpy school. She keeps saying "Stenography school", so if that's her story, I'll back her up. This paper is, after all, TRUE. (See disclaimer in Head Shed # 1)
Blanca/Vera has learned that you learn a lot more by being quiet and listening a lot. Based on the number of words Blanca/Vera has said to me, she must have a PHD in listening. If she will let me know, I'll start referring to her with her title. DOCTOR Blanca/Vera. If she doesn't have her Doctorate yet, I'll still call her Doctor Blanca/Vera until her BA turns into a PHD. She might even think about a career in the FBI, CIA,SMERSH, NSA, UNCLE, or even the BS of A.
A spy, Codename: Mrs. Beasley, was captured and forced to talk. She had information about The Head Shed planned coup against Rendon Cafe.(formerly Big Country Cafe) The patrons and staff of the cafe have not as yet learned of the coup, as the information they received was classified SECRET, and all of them had only CONFIDENTIAL clearance. The copy of that report that was given to you is all the cafe has, at this time. That status could change anytime.
This is to inform you that the Head Shed is invited to participate in the cafe naming contest. The OFFICIAL name, on the papers, will remain Rendon Cafe, but patrons and staff can name it anything they want to call it. The Head Shed crew can pick names they would like it to be and submit them just as anyone else would. Paper and pen are furnished at the cafe, and you must be at the cafe to put your name, and cafe name, in the pot. A committee, appointed by me, will choose a name from all those entered, and the lucky entrant will receive a 100% absolutely free cup of coffee, soft drink, or tea. Your choice.
Online Readers Must be in the cafe to put in your name,but need not be present to win. TIES will be decided by Gemini Man
Gemini Man
copyright 2010
Chica/Flo has some pictures on Facebook that show off her "Foxy" look, so I am hesitant to ask her how her class is going in Pornograpy school. She keeps saying "Stenography school", so if that's her story, I'll back her up. This paper is, after all, TRUE. (See disclaimer in Head Shed # 1)
Blanca/Vera has learned that you learn a lot more by being quiet and listening a lot. Based on the number of words Blanca/Vera has said to me, she must have a PHD in listening. If she will let me know, I'll start referring to her with her title. DOCTOR Blanca/Vera. If she doesn't have her Doctorate yet, I'll still call her Doctor Blanca/Vera until her BA turns into a PHD. She might even think about a career in the FBI, CIA,SMERSH, NSA, UNCLE, or even the BS of A.
A spy, Codename: Mrs. Beasley, was captured and forced to talk. She had information about The Head Shed planned coup against Rendon Cafe.(formerly Big Country Cafe) The patrons and staff of the cafe have not as yet learned of the coup, as the information they received was classified SECRET, and all of them had only CONFIDENTIAL clearance. The copy of that report that was given to you is all the cafe has, at this time. That status could change anytime.
This is to inform you that the Head Shed is invited to participate in the cafe naming contest. The OFFICIAL name, on the papers, will remain Rendon Cafe, but patrons and staff can name it anything they want to call it. The Head Shed crew can pick names they would like it to be and submit them just as anyone else would. Paper and pen are furnished at the cafe, and you must be at the cafe to put your name, and cafe name, in the pot. A committee, appointed by me, will choose a name from all those entered, and the lucky entrant will receive a 100% absolutely free cup of coffee, soft drink, or tea. Your choice.
Online Readers Must be in the cafe to put in your name,but need not be present to win. TIES will be decided by Gemini Man
Gemini Man
copyright 2010
Friday, October 8, 2010
True ???? # 19
SECRET
REPORT OF: MRS. BEASLEY
This document is classified SECRET. Readers of this paper have a classification of: CONFIDENTIAL, so portions of this document have been expunged. Two other people besides myself have SECRET (and above) clearances, but if they read the complete document and then talked, they would have to be killed, so they have decided to read ONLY this CONFIDENTIAL version.
The _______ of ________________ are planning _______________________, with ______________________ planned ____________________ _____________. _____________________ _________________ the __________________ so as _________________ with _______________ cheer . The recent ________ of the __________ have ______________________________, and the __________
____________ decided __________________ is their _________ for ____________________ conclusion _______________.___________________ for ___________________ at this point. Further ______________________ as they ______________.
End Beasley Report
There is some positive feedback about a "cafe naming contest", so although the "official (on the paperwork)" name will remain The Rendon Cafe on the papers, we, as more than "just casual customers", can call it anything we want, that some of us agree on. Mrs. Reid/Reed said I cannot sit on the judging committee, but she forgot to say that I cannot APPOINT that committee. I decided that a committee of 21 would be just right. Upon reflection, though, if the committee is that large, that would only leave "transient" customers to put forth names. SOOo. Since we are a "limited in number" group, a committee of three (3) will be appointed to decide which name from the thousands that will be submitted will be the UNOFFICIAL name of the cafe and win for the submitter the "ABSOLUTELY 100% FREE cup of COFFEE".
Carol told me (or she WOULD HAVE if I had asked) that you do NOT have to be present to win, and any and everybody, committee members and all, CAN submit a name for the judging, which will be done when we get some names. A post it note pad will be in the rack with the newsletters for you to put the name for the cafe, and your name on, or else Carol won't know who to give the coffee to. I really don't care if you want to use the "Democratic" method of submitting, which is often, just remembering that if you submit a thousand names, you might be selected to COUNT the names. A box will be provided to drop the submissions into, and the committee, which will henceforth be known as The Committee, will determine which name wins. I suppose it is not out of the realm of possibility that Committee members might be "bought", as is our Congress, if you have a strong enough desire for a certain name, and enough money.
Online readers of this NL can submit a name, but ONLY in the cafe.
Gemini Man copyright 2010
Sunday, October 3, 2010
TRUE ???? # 18
When Linda and I went to the cafe for dinner Friday evening, the sign on the door for the cafe open/close hours read 6:00 p.m. for closing, and we thought it should have been 8:00 p.m.. When I asked Chrissy why they were going to close early, she said the sign should be 8:00 p.m..She had made that sign only that afternoon, and there was a whole string of 6's. Chrissy had gone to the twilight zone and was just writing 6's up the kazoo, temporarily forgetting where to make an 8 instead of a 6. She fixed the sign, they stayed open until 8:00, and I had a bowl of catfish for dinner. It looked and tasted just like Chili, but I figure if I keep saying it was catfish, my stomach won't be able to tell the difference, and cholesterol be damned.
I don't know what caused it, but Sat. morning Raymond said: "One person in here likes me," and raised his hand expecting to see at least 3 hands up, counting his. Toby got really interested in something on her plate, and Chrissy started looking around for coffee cups to fill. Don't worry, Raymond, the reason I did not raise my hand was only because I had a cup of coffee in one hand and a fork or something in the other. I'm nearly sure that probably almost nearly half of the 5 % of customers who can practically hear some of what is said probably didn't hear you.
There was a meeting of the Wild Bunch Sat. morning. I heard absolutely nothing of what was said, so any conjecture I might make would be totally baseless, even if it was true. As the ranks of the Wild Bunch thinned as members finished breakfast, the group was pared down to the Spit & Whittle club. Since Carol got rid of the spittoons and banned spitting on the floor, the meetings of the S&W club are largely uneventful. Even boring. For that reason, I have had to add to my staff. A full time SPY, codename: Mrs Beasely will henceforth be in attendance at the cafe.
On Sun. morning, a mysterious Mr.X, handed Carol a long stemmed rose. I know this to be TRUE because I saw him hand it to her. James was not in attendance, so I will just call the stranger "JACK".
Donna was long faced cause her dart team got trounced 9 to zip. I must remember to ask Curtis if he is a tee-totaler, and if not he maybe could be hired to lead the opposing dart team astray with copious amounts of John Barleycorn JUST BEFORE a match with Donnas team. Cheating, you say? NAH! Cheating would be to hire Sharon and Sheridan and Darlene to get blitzed and play for the OTHER team. Carol would probably get in on that, except she'd rather shoot than throw darts.
Gemini Man
copyright 2010
I don't know what caused it, but Sat. morning Raymond said: "One person in here likes me," and raised his hand expecting to see at least 3 hands up, counting his. Toby got really interested in something on her plate, and Chrissy started looking around for coffee cups to fill. Don't worry, Raymond, the reason I did not raise my hand was only because I had a cup of coffee in one hand and a fork or something in the other. I'm nearly sure that probably almost nearly half of the 5 % of customers who can practically hear some of what is said probably didn't hear you.
There was a meeting of the Wild Bunch Sat. morning. I heard absolutely nothing of what was said, so any conjecture I might make would be totally baseless, even if it was true. As the ranks of the Wild Bunch thinned as members finished breakfast, the group was pared down to the Spit & Whittle club. Since Carol got rid of the spittoons and banned spitting on the floor, the meetings of the S&W club are largely uneventful. Even boring. For that reason, I have had to add to my staff. A full time SPY, codename: Mrs Beasely will henceforth be in attendance at the cafe.
On Sun. morning, a mysterious Mr.X, handed Carol a long stemmed rose. I know this to be TRUE because I saw him hand it to her. James was not in attendance, so I will just call the stranger "JACK".
Donna was long faced cause her dart team got trounced 9 to zip. I must remember to ask Curtis if he is a tee-totaler, and if not he maybe could be hired to lead the opposing dart team astray with copious amounts of John Barleycorn JUST BEFORE a match with Donnas team. Cheating, you say? NAH! Cheating would be to hire Sharon and Sheridan and Darlene to get blitzed and play for the OTHER team. Carol would probably get in on that, except she'd rather shoot than throw darts.
Gemini Man
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