Thanks! Those 5 pages do tell a tale.

Boy, I think my John stories were pretty good if people are confusing the facts in mine for the real John stories.

There were never any twins. Damn! But I don’t think John had any either, least not that I read.

Don’t forget “Da funk”

also being cheap, a pos car, a celebrity sighting, and one of john’s buddies doing somethig embarassing or smelly.

Plus lots of body fluids

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Those are three very congruent concepts.

i reckon that would involve twins, liquor and missing clothing

I’d like to hear John’s definition of a “mayonnaise sandwich”.

Isn’t English the best language? Same words…different meanings.

i didnt know that you werent supposed to eat the red ribbon on the bologna until about 8th grade when a friend told me ;) i had almost the same experience in 18 hr marathon road trips! only 3 of us though

during the great depression the birth rates in the US and in effected european countries dropped about 15%.
The US population is already “graying” and we are just at replacement birth rate.
if we enter a real depression the long term consequences for seniors and people dependent on entitlement programs have a little problem. we could see a noticeable population contraction. in turn this means that housing will not recover as supply will continue to be greater then demand, even if you start to level entire nieghborhhods.

Those were some good times.

problem solved

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coming to a neighborhood near you ( in 2 to 4 years)

The houses are passed down from generation to generation, it’s very hard to find anything there.”

absolutely nothing available in all of Tuscany. one can only hope for economic apocalypse to free up inventory

On extended road trips in a white Volkswagon Van, Mom would make a stack of bologna and mayonnaise sandwiches and put them back in the plastic bread sack, sealed with a twist tie.

We wouldn’t even stop for lunch while driving and she would pull out that sandwich stack and start passing them back. If you were unfortunate enough to be pushed into the hole at the back of the van often 3-4 people would have touched your sandwich before it got to you.

More often then not, the bologna would be missing and all you got was a “mayonnaise” sandwich.

With all the threat you can muster, you angrily spit, “DON’T try and feed me a mayonnaise sandwich”.

Good choice. Also check out “Unweaving the Rainbow” if you like that one.