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Originally posted by RealityBites
Not Bob, you're not answering the question. 
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I have no clue about Survivor. Perhaps Less or paigow or barely can enlighten you.
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Originally posted by RealityBites
Yup. Just popped in to see what was going on. And I think I posted maybe 6 months ago or some time around then. I've had a whopping 50 posts since this board started.
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Translation: "I have a life now, loser"
Well, I don't. Anyway, I just got back from a quick trip to the First National of Podunkville ("Not Bob, we have a free calendar for you if you maintain a balance of $250,000 in your .03 % money market account"), and I have a few observations.
- If I owned a Bentley, I'd be pissed that Chrysler 300s look so much like them. There was a black 300 parked next to a Bentley at the bank (AoN, I bet that Bentley boy gets more than a calendar from those bastards, but I digress), and they looked remarkably similar to me.
- Why is it that we bump into people that we don't want to see, and don't bump into people we want to see? Walking out of the bank, I just had a 15 minute conversation with a former colleague about crop rotation (I think. It could have been soil conservation. Or the news about the recent death of Lawrence Welk's accordian player.) Meanwhile, I never see the hot receptionist from my old firm who was hired as a "marketing consultant" by a firm next door to the bank. Life is Not Fair.
- I saw a billboard advertising something that a man in mid-life crisis might like to buy, and it said "Impress the Mermaids." Who knew that Prufrock was in advertising?
- Uh, that's all. I told you that I was shallow.
