Hey, Mark, my Reader is not bringing up any posts. This is what pioneers must have felt like in winter, helpless. So if I miss a post, don’t be angry with me.
Doesn’t it sound good? My go-to New Yawker is a fake Reuben. Hot pastrami, melted provolone cheese, hot sauerkraut, spicy mustard, pumpernickel. Yuuuuuuuuum. There’s a sandwich shop here by the name of the Brooklyn Pickle that serves it perfectly, and when I smile my oh-boy smile and say please, they give me a whole side cup of kosher dill slices to go with it.
Seventeen was the first thing that came to mind. Remember that Janis Ian song? “I learned the truth at 17, that love was meant for beauty queens…” she’s looking for love. Poor pet has some spinach between her teeth. I hope she found a love who was kind enough to delicately point out the bit of salad btw her teeth.
LOL. I used to get confused if it was “and those of us with brownish faces lacking in the social graces” was actually “those of us with ravished faces.” WHY DIDN’T the photographer tell her about the spinach??
I Don't Get It 
Me, feeling mean, Kerbey:
First-ever University class of one …
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One cannot help but be mean when one expects certain things.
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The runners-up were canines.
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!! But their coats were lustrous.
Hey, Mark, my Reader is not bringing up any posts. This is what pioneers must have felt like in winter, helpless. So if I miss a post, don’t be angry with me.
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Lustrous coats! That’s my pet comment so far.
That Reader thing stinks, Kerbey, because I have been Pulitzer quality of late.
Petey Pulitzer, the guy who makes the hot pastrami on pumpernickel down on the corner …
By the way, to make sure I don’t miss you when my Reader acts up, I click on your name when you comment to me, just to be safe. 😉
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Ahhhh. Right now I’d rather have that pastrami than a Pulitzer Prize.
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Doesn’t it sound good? My go-to New Yawker is a fake Reuben. Hot pastrami, melted provolone cheese, hot sauerkraut, spicy mustard, pumpernickel. Yuuuuuuuuum. There’s a sandwich shop here by the name of the Brooklyn Pickle that serves it perfectly, and when I smile my oh-boy smile and say please, they give me a whole side cup of kosher dill slices to go with it.
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(coveting, coveting)
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You guys are mean. I am sure she is uber talented and her mama loves her. I bet that is a real satin cape.
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It’s just the bangs that threw me off. I’m sure that’s it.
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Not the tiny little tooth gap?
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We can be honest here, right?
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Of course. The teeth was only part of “problem”, wasn’t it?
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Well, we all have less than flattering photos. And I was never queen, so clearly I don’t know what it takes. We will let her keep her crown.
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what’s not to get, Kerbey? She’s queen of her University. And that’s that.
Plus, you must admit those glasses are the cat’s meow.
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Yes, they are.
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Nah. she probably was very well-liked and had a great time.
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🙂
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It was an all men’s school.
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Man, you ARE tough!
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Seventeen was the first thing that came to mind. Remember that Janis Ian song? “I learned the truth at 17, that love was meant for beauty queens…” she’s looking for love. Poor pet has some spinach between her teeth. I hope she found a love who was kind enough to delicately point out the bit of salad btw her teeth.
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LOL. I used to get confused if it was “and those of us with brownish faces lacking in the social graces” was actually “those of us with ravished faces.” WHY DIDN’T the photographer tell her about the spinach??
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I am speechless Kerbey I honestly think you may have found Dame Edna at the very beginning of her persona and career. http://wilsonsalmanac.blogspot.com/uploaded_images/humphries_edna-735556.jpg
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Good call.
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