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RDCanecutter

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  1. God forbid we get rammed again, calling this guy will be one of the first things I do. Also, he wasn't on a billboard or a phone book. Got his name from another lawyer I used to hang out with at the local pizza joint bar which was like a New Jersey train station hangout lovingly rehomed down the street. Very discrete place, you show respect, you meet some respectable business men, everybody takes care of everybody.
  2. Not much for what he accomplished. Maybe less than 1,500? He got his cut from the settlement so it's not like I had to pay it upfront. It wasn't just the extra money, it was a cease-and-desist on their condescension and drag-assin. They originally just wanted to fix our vehicle, because that's how you settle the hash of those dumb Alabama rednecks, but we got better than that plus some medical treatment down the line included. A friend of mine got rear-ended about a year later, I passed on the lawyer's name, he did the same for him.
  3. Did the praying team win?
  4. You overhear the dangdest things in those infusion cublicles. I fought ignorance for twenty years at lower-middle-class wages. Not even raising an eyebrow for free. Unless it's like a kid trying to stick a fork in an outlet. And even then, it'd have to be a nice kid.
  5. Did not know you could buy model railroad palm trees in 1/1 scale.
  6. Damn. It's almost cheaper for you to just eat the dollars.
  7. Reminds me when I found some baby's socks in the debris dropped in our yard from tornados.
  8. "The jab." Do they also refer to everybody as "mate" now?
  9. Hope to find out how pudgy little scoff-law drone pilot hands handle Workin All Day In The HOT SUN...
  10. I always get some insurance guys mad at me when I mention this, but last time somebody rammed into us, their insurance was low-balling and slow-crawling on us for months until I called in a lawyer to yell at them. Within about a week and a half we got way more money than they originally offered even after his fee.
  11. What I found, as someone who rebelled against the mincing cinnamon-roll Baptist sweetness I grew up in, is that when you know there's gonna be a prayer, jump in there and lead them in a real prayer. Don't let them start that saccharine "Oh Lord we just wanna say just thank you just bla bla just just just" mess. No. "Let us say the Lord's Prayer." Bam "Our Father, go." (I use my Command Voice, they all jump in, which covers up that I always mix up the last few lines.) Amen. Done, done done. Visiting minister barely had time to peek at a child's butt.
  12. True sometimes, but counterpoint: I am a Boomer and have always impulsively run my mouth, up to and including getting fired. It's the younger folk who seem flinchy and guarded. Probably because they never survived a belt whipping then surprised their Dad by slugging him in the nuts.
  13. "But I thought time and geological processes had stopped!"
  14. Yeah, if we'd just get the Global Warming we've been promised, I would relocate to New England and you couldn't pry me loose with a crowbar.
  15. I'd do that in Texas back when I'd fly in to work for a couple of months. The car rental people were nice to me as I'd bolt on weekends. I don't think they ever got used to me taking their vehicles to Laredo though.
  16. Oof. The best I got is when I drove a Geo Tracker up to Maine in the winter. During my NYC leg I invoked my Inner Albanian Taxi Driver, and it worked.
  17. And then you came out to her.
  18. Just signed up for a second Zoom Gaelic class, this time through the Aberdeen Gaelic Club. This one is in the evening in Scotland, so I'll be sitting in at a civilized 1:30 pm Central Time. 15 weeks for only about 100 bucks. I can't afford NOT to take it.
  19. For y'alls' amusement, I offer a few snapshots from the front lines of cancer/steroids/edema/covid recovery during snow time in the South. First off, I'm wearing a fucking home-made kilt. My legs swole up, and if I put the compression socks on, legs go down but balls blow up like a grapefruit. Then if I wear pants of course the nutsack gets raw from rubbing against fabric. So right before I actually started pumping blood from scraped Balzac, I grabbed a big-ass towel, cinched it up with a belt, and I can walk around the house not in pain or with Mrs. Canecutter helpfully letting me know my balls are swollen up. All hail Clan MacTowel. I don't have any reason to step outside, because we got a couple inches of snow. Contrary to myth, we do have a few snowplows here, but there's nowhere really to go. And you ever hear how a squirrel acts like it's his first day being a squirrel? Replace "squirrel" with "Alabama Driver," and you won't be far wrong. They are gradually cutting my steroids, about 5mg/week. I want to throw all the damn things in the creek and see if 3-eyed fish spawn there, but I understand the assignment so I stfu and comply. I finally figured out how to take better blood pressure readings on my remote monitoring system so the nice nurses quit suggesting I pop into the clinic to be held against my will while Flesh Eating Bacteria roam the halls. That's good. May all y'alls' cancer cells flop back and forth on the floor, and die.
  20. I wish y'all all boredom and positive results today.
  21. So sorta like Church of Christ, but they sway back and forth while mumble-singing over a piped-in Contemporary Worship track that sounds like a Mary Tyler Moore music outtake?
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