Otmer's View of the Economy

[Otmer]

Originally Posted by Trab

The first few were pretty funny.

You remind me of my daughter that I sent to massage therapy school - she still rubs me the wrong way!

If ya don't like it - don't read it.

Bro. Ott

Still got a lot of "greens" and I like 'em - they match my teeth since I can't afford toothpaste!

[Trab]

Originally Posted by Otmer

You remind me of my daughter.

If ya don't like it - don't read it.

Man... I feel sorry for your daughter!

I gotta read it to know if I like it or not!

[Lisa Ruby]

Originally Posted by Otmer

I just let the stereo play through one speaker

You should try sending some of these in to Reader's Digest.

[usmjam]

Originally Posted by Lisa Ruby

You should try sending some of these in to Reader's Digest.

Heh, do it while you still can. The economy is so bad, even Reader’s Digest Filed for Chapter 11 a couple of month's ago, no joke.

Originally Posted by Otmer

You remind me of my daughter that I sent to massage therapy school - she still rubs me the wrong way!...snip

But speaking of Reader's Digest getting rubbed the wrong way (how's that for a smooth segue? cough): I work in an office and one time was halfway through a meeting with a magazine subscription salesman. We were making copies of some catalogs which included Reader's Digest & other publications he's trying to sell us. He then starts to mention his wife, children, and how he ain't gay, of all things. I was puzzled, but let him continue. It was only when I glanced down that I understood his reason for imparting this personal information: The table leg against which I had been rubbing my itchy foot wasn't a table leg at all!

[Otmer]

Originally Posted by usmjam

Heh, do it while you still can. The economy is so bad, even Reader’s Digest Filed for Chapter 11 a couple of month's ago, no joke.

But speaking of Reader's Digest getting rubbed the wrong way (how's that for a smooth segue? cough): I work in an office and one time was halfway through a meeting with a magazine subscription salesman. We were making copies of some catalogs which included Reader's Digest & other publications he's trying to sell us. He then starts to mention his wife, children, and how he ain't gay, of all things. I was puzzled, but let him continue. It was only when I glanced down that I understood his reason for imparting this personal information: The table leg against which I had been rubbing my itchy foot wasn't a table leg at all!

ROFL - couldn't leave you another green