For a few months I’ve been lucky to get 5 hrs of sleep a night sleep due to sinus/hormonal problems.
All the while Mr. “I’m over-weight, don’t exercise and smoke"(though he’s getting better with that) is sleeping like a baby!
Sex? NO! Gimmee some freakin’ shut-eye
Twerp did you say sinus/hormonal problems leave you too tired for sex? If you had sex at least once a day you would sleep like a baby and your husband wouldn’t be so fat.
“WASHINGTON (AFP) Before the Terminator, the US military is recruiting the Operator, a top notch battlefield surgeon.”
It’s 2025 and you are an old rich American vacationing in Mexico and your over-weight smoking husband clutches his chest and screams, “OH, my heart,” and falls to the ground, still clutching his $25 Corona in his right hand.
He opens his eyes to see the US made Surgical Robot who has saved his life. Sound freaky? No, not really. Old rich Americans will feel more comfortable leaving our homeland if we know US made Surgical Robots are available in our rooms.
Bar: Your fat husband was in the Marines, ergo he got his ass kicked into shape early in life. It helps later on.
I’m glad to read that the battlefield medic robot has a human brain making decisions by remote control.
The FREE drugs for the “POOR” just makes all the real people’s drugs cost more.
Excuse me, I didn’t mean to say OCM is not real people.
OK OCM, you’re not real people, you win.
OK, OCM, you’re FREE DRUGS don’t make those that do pay costs go up, you win.
And when those fur trapping Canadians get discounted American drugs that just means real Americans are paying the R & D costs and those Canadians are getting a FREE ride. But not as free as you OCM.
A Chihuahua? BWAH HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA. OH NO, It’s the man eating, guard chihuahua! BWAH HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA.
A guard Chihuahua…
I hope that the Feminist Action League dosn’t hear about this. If it could be trained to go after someone’s nuts, A woman could carry it around in her purse, then stuff it down the front of a guy’s pants. No more scissors…
This news is very disturbing…
Note to Vilmar:
You have to understand that as employees of the USPS, we have a duty to retreat when threatened by chihuahuas.
This is for the chihuahua’s safety. Otherwise, we might go ‘postal’ on the yappy little piece of sh...er...poor little doggy.
Gotta go. Gotta scrape the chihuahua off my boots for tomorrow.
I was with a hospital-based home care program at the VA Hospital. Got to see a lot of redneck dogs. (One of our staff was chased by an old sow one time—she about got him, too.)
I do not trust dogs unless the master is there with them. One little tiny fucker came up wagging his tail, snuck around behind me, and bit me on the ankle. It’s not good procedure to kill your client’s dog.
I still laugh about one of our more “sensitive” nurses. She visited this boondocks family when they were slaughtering cows. As she drove up a pack of hounds was pulling and tugging at a cows head.
Visiting the terminally sick in their own environment is not a job for weenies.
I do not trust dogs unless the master is there with them.
That’s exactly when the dogs are most dangerous. See, according to the ‘master’…
“My dog doesn’t bite...”
“My unleashed dog is under my control...”
“Spray my dog and you’ll have to spray me...”
Spray you? Gladly!