Posted 9.24.07
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-THIS WEEK’S LIST OF 8 DAX LIFE-ENHANCERS!-
DEAN’S RANT: Death As A Prank?
MONEY-MAKING: A ‘’Sure-Fire'’ Sports Bet?
HEALTH BOOSTERS: No Small Feat To Care For Your Feet!
MEDIA CRITIQUE: ‘’Go Ahead - Pull The Other Leg!'’
LIVE RICHLY: Would You Like To Become Famous?
PONDER THIS: Ladies: Quit That!
TASTY REPAST: Quenching Thirst On The Cheap!
DAX-YAX: Monkey Business With A Blonde!
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DEAN’S RANT: Death As A Prank?
It’s probably Philosophy 101 but at one time or another - perhaps, at MANY times or another - each of us has wondered aloud - or maybe, a bit more quietly - whilst contemplating the fuzz in our belly button . . . ‘’I wonder if ‘all of this’ is just a dream?'’
If someone IS nearby to hear that, and since they have, no doubt, just been considering something else a bit less ponderous, such as ‘’Shall I have a dead piece of swine flesh for dinner tonight - or maybe, a slice of dead bovine would excite my palate more . . . ‘’ -
- you may just have to expand on your statement and say something like, ‘’I mean, well, maybe I’m just having a dream about my existence and of course, yours, as well. Maybe, none of this is really real, you know what I mean? Have you ever thought like that?'’
‘’Not exactly . . . oh, wait a minute: You mean that you think that all of this which we see around us right now - and touch and feel - is not solid? This place where we are - the trees, the lake - that Amish guy with the team of 4 horses over there in the field? That it’s all just imaginary?
‘’You see me here and I see you there but maybe, that’s only because you THINK you see me and I THINK that I see you? That sort of thing? That we just have thoughts and those can be whatever we choose, so possibly, we choose to believe those thoughts that we conjure up are reality and as such, we actually MAKE them a reality in so doing? Yes, well I guess I HAVE had thoughts like that.'’
‘’Yes, I guess that you certainly have.'’
Thus, as Johnnie Carson used to say when setting up a sketch that required one to stretch their credulity a bit (and you know just how painful THAT can be!) . . . ‘’If you buy the premise - you buy the bit.'’
And so it goes now, to wit:
I was thinking recently how remarkable it is that we - and I do mean YOU, me and everyone else still taking in and exhaling air on a more or less regular basis - has literally escaped certain death many, many times during how ever long you or I (and those faceless others) have ‘’been here.'’
Think about the enormous odds against your ever having existed in the first place. Mom and dad were either messing around in the back seat of a Chevy one sultry summer eve, or perhaps, they were more strait-laced and did all the ‘’right stuff'’ FIRST and carefully studied ovulation schedules, optimum body temperatures and all that (and that would be MOM’S assignment, of course) and then, at just the opportune moment she informs dad that ‘’The time has come - so you’d better do likewise if we are going to produce our offspring.'’ Etc., etc.
And so it goes - or so it started: The real obstacle course that YOU were subjected to - and somehow emerged victorious FROM - began. All that swimming uphill and fighting like crazy to get some face time against all odds - and the millions of others who had the same idea as you. But somehow, you prevailed!
In time - about nine months, to be exact - you made the scene on this planet and ever since have been dodging bullets one way or another - and in many cases, have not even been aware of it:
Numerous times just because cause and effect came into play, you may have been either delayed by some minor thing - or had a chance to go somewhere a bit earlier than originally planned, and in either case, unknowingly averted a certain death. In a car, a bus, a train or maybe, just by not going to school that day when a couple dozen of your classmates were slaughtered by some deranged imbecile.
Or, you missed a plane that went down and killed all of the passengers - which sort of took away the sting of you having MISSED said plane, eh wot?!
Perhaps, you’re at a nice restaurant and starting to order, ‘’That spinach salad really sounds great - with the hot bacon dressing and all but . . . no . . . I’m trying to lose a bit of weight so I’d better not. Just give me the fruit platter, okay?'’
Everyone else that day who dines on the spinach contracts a nasty case of E.coli and becomes very ill. Two patrons of the restaurant eventually die. But not YOU!
And on and on. In your own life experiences you could cite dozens of times when, as you look back, you could honestly say, ‘’Man! I sure lucked out there, didn’t I?!'’
Conversely, all around you people have been perishing - every day of your own, healthy life. Some from horrible accidents. Others from illness. Some as the result of war, crime, natural disasters, and so forth. More likely, those about you whom you know personally have left this world rather calmly or at least, in a more normal fashion. Old age, heart attack, cancer - that sort of thing which does not surprise anyone - just causes a bit of a shock to those close to the deceased.
Naturally, there are jarring exceptions: SuEllen’s childhood friend who was killed in a boating accident. Her first fiancee who was killed in a ball of fire when landing his own plane. Several friends of my own who perished long before ‘’their time:'’
One young fellow hanged himself in his own garage when we were both just 19 . . . a year later a beautiful young woman who was so upset when I moved away from Sturgis slit her wrists (and we had known each other for only a couple weeks!) . . . another young man with whom I worked in Grand Rapids hitched a ride home one Saturday night with a fellow bar-hopper only to be permanently plastered against a big oak try when the convertible in which he was a passenger collided with it.
More recently, my best friend hereabouts, Floyd, who just observed his 95th birthday, lost his oldest son, Bill (just 57), when he drowned in Lake Champlain. There’s no ‘’good'’ aspect to that BUT, at least the tragedy did NOT occur in OUR lake - the very lake that Floyd built several decades ago after that very son, then in his teens, looked around the area of scrub land and ponds one day and said, ‘’Dad, you should build a nice big lake here.'’
And then, there’s . . . YOU! All those dead friends, relatives, celebrities you’ve ‘’known'’ all your life but of course, have never met. Soon, you realize that not dozens, not hundreds, not even thousands but rather, TENS of thousands of people whom you could name - if you had the time and a long enough piece of paper to list ‘em - have ‘’gone on before you.'’
And to WHERE they have ‘’gone on before you'’ is a wholly separate and somewhat intriguing discussion, in and of itself. Maybe, for another time.
But for now, let’s just stick to the ‘’premise AND the bit.'’ As you mull over some of the foregoing, has it occurred to you that no matter what, death is literally - not virtually (which provides for wiggle room) but literally, the ONLY event in your life that is NOT survivable? Consider some of the horrible things that may befall you during the course of your conscious existence here:
Accidents, wars, diseases, faulty foods, derelict medical practitioners, horrific personal relationships, bad marriages, reversals of financial fortune, life-threatening pursuits or habits, stupid activities - especially, but not limited to ‘’when you were young and foolish'’ and the myriad of other things you may have or may not have done that placed you in peril . . . yet somehow, you managed to survive.
Throughout my own life, whenever something really nasty has popped up before me - something I could not avoid - even though I had neither caused nor deserved its appearance - I have always been assuaged by the absolute FACT that, ‘’This too shall pass.'’ I believe that is a quotation from the Bible but it really makes no difference - its origin, that is, because it is simply a truism.
Anything and everything that befalls you as you journey through life - bad or good, of course - will disappear sooner or later or, at the very least be mitigated, and dealt with satisfactorily. True, it does seem that the bad stuff sticks better and stays around longer than the good stuff but nevertheless, you can always rest assured that no matter or whatever - it WILL go away with the passing of time.
That nasty food poisoning I contracted years ago whilst attending a state dinner in Karachi, Pakistan . . thought I would DAMN DIE for sure - but did not. An 11 hour overnight flight to London and a couple days at the St. James Infirmary and I was ‘’right as rain'’ - whatever the heck THAT is!
A burst appendix at age 11 . . . infected tonsils and a botched surgery at 14 . . . the death of my first child before she had a chance to arrive on this planet and see what ’tis all about - the death of my second child after he had just reached the age of 40 and damn well SHOULD have known enough of ‘’what it’s all about'’ to AVOID killer drugs . . .
. . . a bankruptcy at 21 causing me to lose hundreds of thousands of $$ in real estate that I had accumulated during the prior 5 years . . . one nasty marriage after another with wives that thought they saw greener grass on the other side of the fence and decided to go mow it . . . accidents, operations, ‘’money goes and fosters money woes'’ - whatever - I always knew that given time, everything would be ‘’fixed'’ and returned to whole or more than likely, significantly improved.
Often, tragedy begets success. Each time I’ve had a set-back in life, although I may not have realized it at the time, the event actually sparked a greater accomplishment - maybe, out of necessity, or fear of further failure - not sure - but ’tis a fact.
And, as we’ve pointed out to you many times in these pages, its a plain fact that each and every person on the planet who HAS managed to succeed in a big way has had, along the way, a series of set-backs or flat-out failures - some of them quite major.
Thomas Edison didn’t just go into a dark room one evening and turn on a light switch as you and I can do tonight. He had one failure after another when trying to invent the light bulb before, lo and behold, he could honestly say, as God before him (if you believe in such things) declared, ‘’Let there be light!'’ Hot damn and she-it!
Speaking of God, the late Mother Theresa, after her seminal epiphany whilst riding a train in 1946, never again, we are told, had even a lukewarm similar experience and she spent the balance of her life not totally ‘’believing'’ but nevertheless, caught up in the belief that she must ‘’do good for others.'’
I’d dare say that Colonel Sanders had to slay many a fowl before he had perfected his ‘’finger-lickin’-good 11 herbs and spices'’ recipe and geez, just how many times will it take for Britney Spears to get ready to go out before she remembers to put her undies ON - not take ‘em off?!
All of which brings us back (admittedly, via a rather circuitous routing) to my original thought that it would appear that you and I can, indeed, change, avoid, repair or recover from anything and everything that comes our way in this life except that one thing which the late poet Robert Frost addressed thusly,'’God, if you forgive me for my minor transgressions I’ve made in life - I will forgive you for the huge joke that you played on me.'’
In short, ther’s no way to ignore, avoid or side-step our own eventual demise.
UNLESS . . .
Maybe, it IS all a dream, Now in this instance, I’m not talking about where ‘’all of this around us'’ is just a figment of our imagination. No, let’s say that all of this that we see, feel and touch IS genuine. That right now, you ARE sitting there in your pajamas reading these words off the screen - wishing to hell and back that yours truly here would get to the punchline.
Okay. What if only the part about the ‘’known fact'’ of our individual earth-bound finality is only a dream? What if you wake up from that dream and say, ‘’Wow! Sure glad THAT is not true! What with every other nasty thing that confronts me daily - wouldn’t want to have to concern myself about bringing this life of mine to a conclusion one of these days.
‘’Nope . . . dropping dead is neither an option nor a fact. Wonder where I ever got such a dumb idea in the first place?'’
That may seem far-fetched, but have you ever had a dream that seemed so real that to this day, you’re not convinced that it WAS just a dream? When I was about seven - 60 years ago (Yikes!) - we had a daily routine at the Du Vall manse at 212 Grove Street in Sturgis, Michigan. My mother would arise at 6:00 A.M. and do whatever kitchen stuff she was of a mind to do.
At 7:00 she’d turn on the radio and the house was so small everyone could hear the 15 minute newscast from Kalamazoo. At 7:15, she would open the back door and let in my cat, Skeeter, a big black and white monster who would make a beeline for my bedroom. He’d crawl in bed with me - still damp and smelly from his night-time cattin’-around action, and I’d catch another 15 minutes of sleep until I had to get up and get ready for school.
One morning, when the radio started blaring, I awoke from a delicious dream in which I had just discovered an enormous mound of polished pennies in the gutter about a block north of where we lived. I was ecstatic and tried to fill my pockets, but then decided I’d need some sort of larger conveyance to capture and transport them all. I ran home, got my little green wagon (I have NEVER done anything the way others do - so, I had (in real life) painted my little red wagon - green!) and ran back to scoop up all those pennies.
I had just dropped the last handful onto the overflowing load when the dang radio woke me up. I could not believe that the fortune I had just seized was NOT real. I recall wandering around all day thinking that it MUST be genuine. I even went out to the garage to check my little green wagon to see if the booty was there. It was not. Look up the word ‘chagrin’ in your Funk & Wagnalls and you’ll see a picture of a little DFVD standing next to a Radio Flyer looking VERY dejected . . .
To this day - I can conjure up that wondrous sensation of ‘’new found wealth'’ that was mine for a spate back then. (Many years later, I actually named one of my companies, ‘New Found Wealth!’)
Methinks then, I shall face the concept of death in a similar fashion: It’s not real, but just something nasty that we all have decided is there . . . but it’s there not for you or for me . . . just for others. In short, it’s just a prank and ‘’we'’ are in on it. Tee-Hee!
Postscript: Right about now, YOU are probably thinking, ‘’Well Dean, sooner or later YOU are surely going to get a big surprise! To which I say, ‘’So are YOU, sport - so are you . . . ‘’
-Dean
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MONEY-MAKING: A ‘’Sure-Fire'’ Sports Bet?
Last year SuEllen and I were driving around on a wonderfully sunny, warm fall day in the country. We had the convertible top down and were serenely enjoying the reprise when two words from SuEllen broke my euphoria . . . ‘’GARAGE SALE!'’
Now, I have to tell you that I was brought up in the Midwest by very frugal parents, but they (as many in those days) would not frequent garage sales. I know that today, however, great deals can be found there and all types of people shop them, but I hadn’t quite, at that time in my life, been able to bring myself to stop at one.
However, SuEllen had her mind set on stopping so . . . we did. Although I didn’t find anything in particular that I wanted to buy that day, I did bring home the concept of what could become a profitable business venture - maybe for you!
The idea is to spend some time at garage sales, etc., scouting for any sports equipment, hockey sticks, basketballs, footballs, baseball and softball gloves, bats, etc. After accumulating a rather large stock of these items for a few dollars apiece, clean ‘em up and re-sell in a small shop (or online) with a catchy name such as ‘REBOUND SPORTS,’ ‘INSTANT REPLAY SPORTS EQUIPMENT,’ etc.
You will need to constnatly replenish your stock. You can do this yourself, but you could also have people drop off their old equipment and sell it on consignment. Before long you will have more equipment than you need.
It wouldn’t be a bad idea to advertise your store to churches, schools and other local groups that cater to children. They may be interested in purchasing sports equipment in a larger quantity.
But, why stop here? You could easily incorporate exercise equipment such as rowing machines, barbells, basketball hoops, stair-steppers, treadmills, stationary bicycles, even regular bicycles and tricycles, skateboards, roller skates, etc. which are sports equipment, too. Such items are practically given away at yard sales.
To purchase them new could cost hundreds of dollars and the purchaser may not even know if he/she will continue with the exercise they are in the mood for today. This person will be more inclined to buy it used from you at a fraction of the cost until they are sure that they will continue with the program.
A wealth of profits exists in simple garage sales if some entrepreneur collects sports equipment from individual garage sales and places the inventory into a one-stop business so that used equipment can be purchased without the customer having to go further than your shop.
Sports equipment used the second time around could be your most profitable business venture yet!
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HEALTH BOOSTERS: No Small Feat To Care For Your Feet!
Did you know that on average we each take about 10,000 steps every day and walk approximately 115,000 miles during our lifetime? Heck, I think I’ve already walked that many miles with Hameed or SuEllen throughout Europe, Asia, Chicago, Key West, Niagara Falls, Las Vegas and you name it. Seems like everybody I know just loves to walk whereas I feel that is why limousines, taxi cabs and convertibles were invented!
Every step taken exerts a greater force than your entire body weight on certain bones and muscles of your tootsies. When a person runs, the force is tripled! After years of such torture, it is not surprising that many older people have aching feet by the end of each day - especially if they happen to compound the problem with ill-fitting shoes. In fact, a recent Gallop poll claims that 62% of Americans consider foot pain normal.
Most foot problems can be avoided by just plain common sense: Washing them thoroughly in warm, soapy water on a regular basis. If you tend to shower rather than submerse in a tub, you may find it advantageous to add to your daily ritual a separate soaking of your feet in some hot water. Regular exercise, and massage to maintain proper circulation will also increase flexibility, reduce foot fatigue and help ward off disease which becomes more of a problem as one grows older. Especially the fungus variety.
If you have diabetes, be especially alert to any changes in your feet - to lesions that won’t heal, for example. Often, diabetics will suffer foot sores that are difficult to heal and they must be carefully ministered to by a medical professional to avoid more serious complications including, in some cases, amputation.
Not to scare you there, but had my mother not died when she did (at darn near 90!) of diabetes complications, we feel it likely that she would have suffered the pain and indignation OF amputation sooner or later - just as two other close family relatives had years before.
PUTTING YOUR BEST FOOT FORWARD
One final observation about those ugly looking things sticking out from the ends of your legs: At the end of a long hard day, after you’ve been DAXin’ the heck out of business and life in general, sit down, prop those doggies up on a soft surface somewhere, toss back a couple DAX Perfect Martinis and enjoy a well-earned rest. That’s what I’m going to do as soon as I finish this article . . . !
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MEDIA CRITIQUE: ‘’Go Ahead - Pull The Other Leg!'’
One minute comedian Drew Carey is doing little more than eating - a lot (and it SHOWS, Drew!) - the next minute, he’s got two network shows to host. You know of his being hired to replace Bob Barker on the venerable ‘’The Price Is Right!'’ but Carey is also hosting a summer show called, ‘’The Power Of ten.'’
The show’s concept is that of contestants trying to match as closely as possible the answers given to a variety of questions posed to a nationwide polled group of ‘’average citizens.'’ The queries are relatively far-reaching and cover just about any subject matter one can conjure. Seldom, on the occasions that I’ve seen the show, have my own answers come very close to those claimed to be accurate in the surveys.
One such really made me think that the entire show - at least, the Q & A during the polling process - are bogus, to wit:
Question: What percentage of Americans have shaken hands with a U.S. President?
The (show’s) answer: 10 percent. Think about that for a moment: We currently have around us - you and I - some 300+ million fellow citizens. Ten percent of that would be 30 million people. George W. Bush is only our 43rd U.S. President. Just taking the raw data - and not allowing for the vast changes that have taken place in our population figures in the last 231 years of our existence . . .
. . . that would mean that each of our top men would have had to press the flesh of some seven hundred thousand men, women and children! Do you believe that? If so, then perhaps that accounts for why many of our recent Presidents have been able to bamboozle the populace so easily . . .
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LIVE RICHLY: Would You Like To Become Famous?
Ever thought you’d like to see YOUR name emblazoned in the Guiness Book of World Records?!
Well, here’s how you can - guaranteed!
This past week a jewel-encrusted skull sold in London for $100 million - the highest amount ever paid for a living artist’s work.
Now, go to: http://www.4-ArtSake.com and select any unsold painting there that strikes your fancy. Next, ignore whatever little price you see posted for the piece - whether its a few hundred or several thousands of dollars.
Then, tell SuEllen that you’d like to buy that painting and send her your check for One hundred and ONE million dollars and . . . WHAMO! You will have set a new world record and all that wondrous fame and glory will be YOURS!
Meanwhile, you can also feel good about the money you spent: It will be totally donated to our favorite charity - the Headley/Du Vall Feline Rescue Mission of BLUE HERON POINTE.
As there are currently ‘’just'’ 3 cats in residence (Pinky, Big Red and Stubby-Butt - the tailess and starved one - whose original ‘’owner'’ I hope to someday meet in person, even though if I do, I will probably end up in jail as a result - and hopefully, there will never be any MORE like that) . . . each will live out however remaining years (of their originally allotted ‘’nine-lives'’) in ‘’pussy-perfect'’ comfort. Certainly, as well as the late Leona Helmsly’s DOG, to which she bequeathed $12 million when she died recently.
Pretty neat idea, eh wot?! Everybody benefits! Well, sport - get to it - first, visit that important website: http://www.4-ArtSake.com and whilst it’s loading up, get out that checkbook!
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PONDER THIS: Ladies: Quit That!
I caught just a bit of comedienne Margaret Cho’s shtick the other night on Comedy Central. I think she has consistently good material, but I have never liked her personally. No, ’tis NOT because she’s a lezzy - that does not bother me in the least. I really enjoy the likes of Paula Poundstone, Ellen Degeneres and even Rosie O’Donnell before she went nuts - just don’t like Cho - sorry!
But Cho did make a valid point: ‘’Girls, no matter how enlightened, loving or co-operative your man is - all men hate to shop! You may coerce him to go shopping with you but he really hates every minute of it. If you have a man who enjoys shopping - he’s gay! Face it: You’re living with another girl!'’
(A brief pause here: I mentioned the foregoing to SuEllen and she disagreed, citing several men she had known before I came along who ‘’liked to shop with her.'’ Hmmmmmm . . . ‘’I notice that you’re not living with them - but instead, with ME!!!'’)
But here’s MY topical query: Why do most all women insist that their husband, ‘’significant other'’ (geez, I HATE that stupid meaningless term!) or whomever - be forced to go shopping with them? Isn’t that, in fact, what their girl friends are for?
I mentioned all this to a friend of mine yesterday and he agreed. (That’s one reason why he IS a friend, of course!) But he also said, ‘’That’s just not right - when a woman makes me go shopping with her or do anything else that I really don’t want to do. After all, I never insist that she go with me and do what I want to do - like, go bar-hopping and chase girls!'’
My case is wholly rested . . .
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TASTY REPAST: Quenching Thirst On The Cheap!
Ventured up to East Lansing recently - by myself - SuEllen couldn’t get away, unfortunately - to have lunch with P.C. Hadn’t seen her since early summer when she, her kids and her fiancee came to BLUE HERON POINTE for the day.
I stopped along the way to purchase something to drink during the trip - got a bottle of white tea. Wanted the raspberry flavored variety but noticed it was loaded with aspertame - a substance I care not to consume.
Whilst driving I was thinking that a few ounces of an otherwise very inexpensive substance - tea - seemed rather pricey at $1.50 so when I returned home, I did some experimenting.
First, I went to one of our out-in-the-boondocks Amish grocery stores and bought a few bottles of flavoring - strawberry, red raspberry, black raspberry, orange, wintergreen and peppermint.
Next, I brewed several batches of decaffeinated green tea (can’t seem to find WHITE tea - whatever the heck THAT is!) I experimented with various of the flavors, as well as differing amounts of the same.
After all was said and done I much preferred a combination of a tablespoon of red raspberry and a teaspoon of orange flavorings mixed in a quart of distilled water into which I poured one cup of the brewed tea using three tea bags. I allowed the tea to steep for ten minutes or so after nuking it for 2 minutes and 20 seconds.
Poured over crushed ice the drink is terrific! One could add a sweetener (I did try for the heck of it - adding some Stevia) but I have weaned myself from sugar and no longer care for sweetened drinks or foods, for that matter.
I calculated the cost at about ten cents a bottle versus the buck-fifty mentioned earlier and henceforth, will take along a couple bottles of the concoction when travelling. I’ve already taken to loading up a thermos of it when we go out on the DAX-LIFE ‘’Yacht,'’
The best thing - aside from the $$-savings - which is ALWAYS great(!) - is that I know precisely what is in the drink, whereas with a prepared one that is purchased, it is often a big guessing game and you just KNOW there’s something lurking there - a chemical, a sugar substitute or whatever that is potentially harmful.
Incidentally, this time P.C. and I enjoyed a very good lunch at a place called BRAVO! - an Italian restaurant located on the north side of Lansing. There are also several other very excellent eateries there - all of which popped up about five years ago, only AFTER SuEllen and I moved away from the area! I guess they were just waiting for us to leave town . . .
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DAX-YAX: Monkey Business With A Blonde!
A blonde was driving to San Diego when she was flagged down by a man whose truck had broken down. He walked up to her car and asked whether she was headed for San Diego, by any chance. She said yes and asked if he wanted a lift.
‘’No, I need to stay here and fix my truck. But I’ve got two chimpanzees in the back there and they need to be taken to the San Diego zoo. They’re already a bit stressed and I don’t want to keep them on the road all day. If you could possibly take them to the zoo, I’ll give you $100.00.
The blonde said that she’d be happy to do that, so the two chimps were escorted to the back seat of her car, strapped in, and off they went.
Several hours later, with his vehicle repaired, the truck driver had reached the center of San Diego when suddenly, he spotted the blonde walking down the street and holding hands with the two chimpanzees, much to the amusement of a gathering crowd.
The trucker screeched to a halt and ran over to the blonde. ‘’What the hell are you doing here?'’ he demanded, ‘’I gave you $100 to take the chimpanzees to the zoo.'’
‘’Yes, I know you did,'’ replied the blonde, ‘’but we had money left over so now, we’re going to Sea World.'’
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‘’A PARTING THOUGHT:'’ I meant it when I said at the start of this week’s post: ‘’Whatever else you do, be sure that you return here bright ‘n’ early NEXT Monday for our fantastic reveal of ‘’How To Get {BIG} FREE Money - Starting NOW!'’ Best of all, it’s ‘’DAX-PRICED'’ . . . 100% FREE!'’
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