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Porno theater or no porno theater, that is quality time there.
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Porno theater or no porno theater, that is quality time there.
What about kids who leave their parents in a running car while they run in to do a quick errand?
honestly though, I wouldn't leave the car running unless I was just dropping something off somewhere, but if I had to run in to a store or something like that, I'd shut off the engine (and partially open the windows if it's warm out).
honestly though, I wouldn't leave the car running unless I was just dropping something off somewhere, but if I had to run in to a store or something like that, I'd shut off the engine (and partially open the windows if it's warm out).
I'm waiting to see what happens when an insurance man reads this. . . .
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I appreciate your efforts at provoking thought. Which is the real value of humor generally. . . .
Since you mentioned "porno theater" to remind me that some folks don't exactly move in my routine. . . . I guess that my case is a proof of what considered choices made consistently across many years can do to the inner nature a man can have.
I really don't remember some things in my experience very well, but your comment brought up one time. In Manila, there was one porno theater. . . . the movie was "Candy" or something like that. Mostly out-of-focus stuff. Some people I knew saw me there, even talked to me later about seeing me there. Their kid was one of the girls in those "Bomba" movies, and they wanted me to marry their kid. I remember going with my missionary companion around to all the hot massage parlors in Manila's swankest district, around Luneta Park, and passing the time sitting on the veranda looking out on the street. From later times, I remember having young girls rush out of their squatter shack homes in see-through undies to take a bath at the street pump just because a 'Cano was wandering around there trying to talk to people, and they hoped I'd just fall in love and take them to the States or somewhere else. Lots of women on public transit, buses, jeepneys just unashamedly nursing their babes in the tropic heat with no inclination to cover things up. Masses of people living in bamboo huts on stilts in insufferable heat that just made clothes a nuisance. Somehow, I was just became past being very much affected by all this.
I was nineteen with fairly adequate male hormones, but I had a lot of other stuff on my mind. I had been on a spree before I went on that LDS mission. Between a pair of parents that somehow managed to present a paradox of worldviews, I was free and unsupervised and out on my own. I didn't want to go on that mission. I fought it. One night I went to a summer party up at Alta with my girlfriend and two of her friends. On the way down the canyon my brakes failed. . . . I went off the road, into the mountain, and actually right up it about thirty feet and then flipped over and fell back onto the road, on the wheels, and bounced around for a few seconds. Nobody got hurt, some poor insurance man paid for the car which was all bent out of shape. The cops hauled us all home, except I went to my girlfriends' place. The next day she took me home, where I found a letter from my dad telling me I was a wildass idiot without sense enough to check my brakes. He told me to count my fingers, my toes, and look at my face in a mirror and just thank God I was still in one piece. Well, he was an atheist. With some good sense.
By the time the incredible event actually made contact with my thinking, I froze up as a "driver" and really could not get behind a wheel again. My dad told me I owed God and Society at least a a few good years, and besides if I didn't get off on a mission I would continue to be a threat to decent drivers on the public roads, and if I could not see the justness of their cause, the government was obligated to otherwise regard their safety and grant them relief by sending me to Viet Nam. But the Army rejected me for the cumulative effects of running cross country in bad gym shoes, the Air Force rejected me for having absolutely no depth perception, and even my girlfriend got religious and started believing in God and telling me just to go away. . . . specifically, "on a mission".
The poor Mission President who interviewed me when I arrived was just dealing with excommunicating some of his Elders and sending them home when I arrived, and for whatever reason my interview did not go well. I could see the horror in in his face as he saw plainly what I was. For a while he put me under the boot of his most dedicated zealot with instructions to break me down to conforming to the rules, but it didn't work. The breaking point was when we were giving a lesson to a single young man, maybe thirty or something like that, who was clearly "unusual" in that he proudly showed us his wings, complete with arm-straps, and told us he could fly. They were beautiful wings, perfectly shaped and made of bamboo and tightly wrapped in plastic sheeting. And he was a scarecrow sort of physique, I figured any breeze would float him even without his wings. But, unfortunately, his English wasn't good enough for him to get through his lesson, so my valiant companion insisted on making him pray a Mormon prayer, I think his reasoning was that if we could just teach him to pray "right" the English and the Gospel would soon follow. But the poor fellow didn't even understand those instructions, and he stood up and said the "Lord's Prayer" perfectly from memory, in English.
My Zealot companion jumped to his feet shouting "That's NOT RIGHT!!! YOU DID IT WRONG!!!!!" and began again to instruct him how to do it. I just couldn't take it any more. The poor fellow was completely dismayed that his guests were not pleased with the best he. . . and Jesus. . . . could do. . . . . So I spoke up, and thanked him for the prayer and said he did it perfect, and smiled. My companion, my overlord senior, was furious, but he gave up the lesson. On the way home he lectured me on how Juniors should never contradict Seniors, and I again erred in saying it's not about his leadership, it's about being decent. He went to the President and bawled that I was incorrigible.
So the Pres gave up on me, and made me the companion of his other rebellious Elders, which is how I ended up seeing a lot of the very worst there was going on. Which is how I followed my "Senior" into that porno theater, and encountered the parents of that kid who was a porno actress who wanted a way to the States. All I really remember of those days was sitting on that veranda overlooking the Park while my companion got a nice massage from girls who were owned by the local mob, and reading Section One of the D&C, "Mormon Scripture" about how God viewed the human condition and why somebody needed to try to get us to change for the better.
I considered, with all I'd been through, I was in no positon to say we don't need to make that change. And started to pursue life, hour by hour, day by day, month by month and year by year, to just do differently. . . . and you know what, I really have no inclination to repeat those wild times.
And you know what, there's really no place I want to go where I can't take my kids.
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So besides being cute or funny, and good for a laugh, what do you do for this topic?
I confess to being a rather fictional tease, and I intend to make it fun, at least for some.
So I'll reduce the story to it's actual point, hopefully comprehensible for unused intellects: there is an underlying reason why I don't need to be concerned about taking my kids where I go.
But that's just boring, straight out. And while what I churned it all out to be obviously bored you too much to induce you to actually read it with interest, I thought it was cute to make up an incredibly "credible" reason why someone who is just too uninteresting for words would hate authority and believe in God anyway, would have a "past" beyond credible speculation as the founding reason for just being satisfied with living an everyday decent life.
But that's just not even funny. Nope. I stick by my story. It's all true, in every detail.
"Kids in the Cooker" really isn't too far from "LDS Kids Sent on Missions to Get Reckless Drivers Off of Dad's Insurance Bill".
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so wanna hear how i met your mother
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The-Joker said:
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You must spread some Reputation around before giving it to babe again.
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ok, since the air seems to have come out of this discussion, I'd like to steer it in a different direction
/pun alert
seriously, though, this was proposed in an opinion piece in the latest issue of JAMA - - seems pretty controversial to me
https://news.yahoo.com/parents-lose-custody-super-obese-kids-200342454.html
and related to that last point, I guess a number of fast-food chains have promised to offer healthier choices in their kids menu - that's certainly a step in the right direction!
https://www.latimes.com/business/la-fi-restaurants-kids-20110713,0,7303319.story
ok, since the air seems to have come out of this discussion, I'd like to steer it in a different direction
/pun alert
seriously, though, this was proposed in an opinion piece in the latest issue of JAMA - - seems pretty controversial to me
https://news.yahoo.com/parents-lose-custody-super-obese-kids-200342454.html
here's a link to the original article: https://jama.ama-assn.org/content/306/2/206.short
and related to that last point, I guess a number of fast-food chains have promised to offer healthier choices in their kids menu - that's certainly a step in the right direction!
https://www.latimes.com/business/la-fi-restaurants-kids-20110713,0,7303319.story
Again, it depends imo. If she ran into the grocery store, then that's crazy. If she ran into 7-11 where she could see the car the entire time, then it's different.
I don't know what the big deal is.
I went on a family vacation to Florida for Christmas and we left our 8 year old home, alone.
He was fine. He got into a little mischief, but he also helped catch some guys that were robbing homes in the neighborhood. Kids are resilient like that. What really made me laugh was when we got home he had set up the tree, did the laundry, and bought milk and eggs for us when we got back. Crazy kid.
I went on a family vacation to Florida for Christmas and we left our 8 year old home, alone.
He was fine. He got into a little mischief, but he also helped catch some guys that were robbing homes in the neighborhood. Kids are resilient like that. What really made me laugh was when we got home he had set up the tree, did the laundry, and bought milk and eggs for us when we got back. Crazy kid.
Sounds like an excellent plot for movie. We just need some good bumbling villians and a soundtrack.
I have a few ideas that could supply those needs.
Well yeah that and she probably shouldn't have parked in the handicap space.
*OFF TOPIC*
A couple months ago my sister and I took my mom to Red Iquana. We drove my mom's car which has a handicap tag. My mom was in a wheelchair. We parked in the handicqap space and went to eat. When we came out someone in their monster truck decided to park in the non-space next to the handicap spot. So now we couldn't get my mom back in the car. We had to pull the car out and block the lane in the lot in order to load her then get her wheel chair in the trunk.
Anyway, on occasion actual disabled people use the handicap spaces, and actually need them to be able to get where they're going.
This lady not only uses the space when she doesn't need to, she leaves a kid in the car to boot. Can't say I feel sorry for hewr one bit. Her kid, on the other hand...
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Wish I would have been left alone at 8 years old. I wouldn't have had to lock the door just to watch, "Bachelor Party."