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Originally Posted by ElDiabloJoe
Ya know, I worked with an attractive and pleasant young woman many years ago who brought in baked goods and set up a little "birthday" table to put them on to celebrate her own birthday. Always seemed odd she had to toot her own horn and that no one did it for her. Kinda gave off an "I have no friends who care" vibe. She didn't call her self "Mayor" either, I think she relied on others to give her nicknames of endearment, she didn't make them up for herself.
By the way, I'm selling my a C.D. (Compact Disc for all you Boomers) of all my garage-based band songs, please feel free to follow this link to buy one for yourself and another for a loved one. Plus, I'll be parked backed into a space on the square at Lake Sumter Landing with my trunk open this Friday night, selling my CD's that are piled up in there. Thanks!
Signed,
Admiral El Diablo.
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Well, I was going to bring cupcakes and set up a table, but I couldn’t get a permit from myself in time. As for the ‘Mayor’ title—it was either that or ‘Duke of Shuffleboard,’ and I didn’t want to get too political this close to pickleball season. But don’t worry—I’ve got plenty of friends, and at least half of them still talk to me after happy hour.
