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No apologies -- really?

No apologies -- really?

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What is wrong with you people?


The time for apologies is over -- and who would believe them?


@Arkturos said
What is wrong with you people?
๐ŸซขSorry.๐Ÿ‘


@Great-Big-Stees said
๐ŸซขSorry.๐Ÿ‘
I forgive you sir.


@Ghost-of-a-Duke said
I forgive you sir.
Phew. Thanx.๐Ÿ‘


@Great-Big-Stees said
๐ŸซขSorry.๐Ÿ‘
Thank you, Stees.


@Arkturos said
Thank you, Stees.
No probs.๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ˜›


@Arkturos said
What is wrong with you people?
For one, my aching sacroiliac has acted up again ๐Ÿ˜ข


@Earl-of-Trumps said
For one, my aching sacroiliac has acted up again ๐Ÿ˜ข
Oh, sorry to learn about that. I seem to remember that you had some other health challenge a couple of years ago. Glad that you are still here, and my commiserations about certain pernicious characters who seem to be proudly so.


No point trying to guilt-trip people who never feel guilt.


@Arkturos said
No point trying to guilt-trip people who never feel guilt.
once upon a time
i saw a really foul dude on the television
he wanted folks to kowtow and bend the knee
nothing he wanted more
than abject apology
he bullied and whined
and stomped his feet in frustration
his hair woulda flamed
if not sprayed liberally with retardant
i wondered briefly
if there was a lesson to be learned
and then i realized i know everything
about everybody
and i have no need to look within
like ole st nick, i have a bag of treats
the one i haven't got
is full of apologies


In times of tribulation
when the world seems lost and fickle,
I make myself a sandwich,
find comfort in some pickle.

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@Ghost-of-a-Duke said
In times of tribulation
when the world seems lost and fickle,
I make myself a sandwich,
find comfort in some pickle.
This is SO..... you.

No, really!




(It was the pickle that sealed the deal.)

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@Suzianne said
This is SO..... you.

No, really!




(It was the pickle that sealed the deal.)
Pickle has indeed become my trademark.


When I find myself in tummy rumble
Mother Branston comes to me
Spreading chunks of pickle
Lettuce be

And in my hour of munchies
There’s a sticky jar in front of me
I use a clean utensil
Lettuce be

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