Justification For MORE CLAMS! (in abpw)

In article <[email protected]>,
charlie b <[email protected]> wrote:
>J T wrote:
>>
>> What I wanna know is what about the clams? And I went to A.B.P.W.
>> and didn't see any clams there ether.
>
> I meant OYSTERS. You can never have too many OYSTERS!

Abalone!! We all know it took a lot of conch-ious effort to let him use
your tools -- you're generally so shellfish about them.

However, it seems to me that anyone, like your friend, running those kinds
of distances would have mussels. probaby of several varieties. <grin>

Sun, Jan 28, 2007, 10:40pm (EST-3) [email protected] (charlie=A0b)
says a buncha stuff I snipped, 'cause it had nothing to do with the
subject:

What I wanna know is what about the clams? And I went to A.B.P.W.
and didn't see any clams there ether.
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That's OK, clams don't keip that well anyway.



JOAT
Bugrit. Millennium hand AND shrimp.

J T wrote:
>
> What I wanna know is what about the clams? And I went to A.B.P.W.
> and didn't see any clams there ether.

I meant OYSTERS. You can never have too many OYSTERS!


> That's OK, clams don't keip that well anyway.

Now THAT'S punny!

charlie b

On Sun, 28 Jan 2007 22:40:43 -0800, charlie b <[email protected]>
wrote:

>Youngest showed up today around noon - looking like he had
>a mild sunburn.
>
>"You been to the beach in this weather?
>(cold - for California - and rainy) I asked.
>
>"No. Why?" he asked
>
>"You look like you got a bit more sun than you bargained for."
>I point out.
>
>"No, I just worked up a sweat running over here." he said
>nonchelontly sp?).
>
>"RAN!?" I asked incredulously
>
>"It's only 11 miles." he says over his shoulder on the way
>to the shop.
>
>"Someone chased you for 11 miles!?" I yell at him.
>
>"I'm getting ready for my first Half Marathon - 13.3
>miles. Been doing 8 or 10 mile runs just about every
>day for the last month." he explains.
>
>"You adopted and no one told me? Mountain biking,
>cyclo cross and 70 mile bike rides weren't enough
>for you so now it's marathons!?" I yell.
>
>We discussed his sanity for the next four hours
>we spent on his coffee table.

He's more sane than the paper clip specialist I had for an advisor in
grad school. Guy had a bad heart. Had a handicapped sticker because
of his bad heart. One of the few people other than the janitors that
had a key to the elevators on campus because of his bad heart. Has a
reserved parking space two feet from the door, in an area where even
the president of the university was forbidden to park, because of his
bad heart.

One day there was a snow storm. I managed to get to the classroom for
my 8 AM class, barely. He didn't show. Was worried that he had gone
out to shovel or something and had the Big One--went down to the
departmental office and asked the secretary if she had heard
anything--no. She tried to call him, got no answer. Asked the
chairman of the department if he had heard anything, no. Well, I'd
done all that I could reasonably do given that I didn't know where he
lived, so I went back to my cubicle and studied.

Had an 11:00 with the guy. Figured he'd be a no-show but went anyway.
There he was. I asked him if he was all right. He said that he was
and asked me why the concern. I told hm that we had missed him for
the 8:00 class. "Oh", he says. "My car wouldn't start, so I ran. It
was only seven miles".

>The glue up used 22 clamps - his new personal best.
>Now I have justification for MORE CLAMPS.
>
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> subject line)