Skunky, I understand that turning away from the dark side has been hard for you. I know being raised in the Country Club Estates, being enrolled in private schools since kindergarten, and basically never needing a safety net because your daddy gave you one himself, it's hard to really relate to people who have faced terrible obstacles. That's why I'm going to ignore your little free cheese comment, because I know your heart is in the right place. I am thankful for the time you spent working at Charity, and am glad you are spending your Sunday planning the pin the tail on the donkey activity for the party. I'm grateful you've seen the light.![]()
FYI 'lady of the people', my butt was always clothed in hand me downs and Sears Roebuck couture growing up. We lived in a state of modesty imposed by my mom, and that is why we could afford to live in a nice neighborhood. Dad (or 'daddy' as a father is apparently dubbed if he earns more than the minimum wage) drove a 1976 Malibu classic until 1992 and then drove a chevy S-10 pickup that was manual and had an AM radio. I have lived in way more modest digs than you since then and you can't deny it. Was I lucky growing up? You bet. But I still think the 'dark side' has a good point in encouraging adults to get off their rumps and weave their own safety nets rather than offering a guilded piece of crap devised by the government.
And one more thing-the only reason I went to private school was because, as you know, mom was old school Catholic (and Democrat until the day she died) so Catholic schools it was. Dad would have loved me going to the public school but he didn't want to endure lectures on my soul dwelling in Purgatory or worse if I didn't receive my education at Our Lady of whatever.
Now if you will excuse me, this ass has to go plan a donkey pinning.:roll:
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