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Originally posted by Cooleyvol
Word of Advice:
When I'm new to a community, I try to blend in and become accepted.
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Gee, oh gee... I only hope one day to be as cool and distinguished as some of you fellas. I try so hard to be witty and fit in, but I feel more like that little dog that bounces around the bulldog named Spike, that keeps going on with, "Hey Spike, wanna go beat up some cats Spike?" "Ya wanna go do.." such and such, etc. *sniff*
Oh well, perhaps one day, I will get to sit around in a smoking jacket with you gentlemen, sip Cabernet Sauvignon wine, and reminisce about the good ole days. The days when we had it tough. "When I was a lad, we used to live in a shoe box in the middle of the road, and to pay rent, we used to have to lick the road clean with our tongues... And when we got home, our father would slice us in two with a bread knife."