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Recent Posts:
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Rent’s Due
My Grandpa Riga had dementia and stayed in a nursing home. He had an equally senile room mate. The family of the man came every month and gave him $20 for a little spending money. Every month he was always broke. This went on for a while until finally they filed a complaint and began
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Try and Try Again
My great Uncle Jerry Riga was a pilot in WW2. He was not a very good pilot as he was shot down twice by the Germans. He said flying was fun, you got a lot of girls, and it was not very hard [compared to the infantry – no walking]. Now, getting into the flying
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Your Bad
Once, my Aunt Rita and Uncle Jimmy Cucinotta took the family on a vacation. The night before they left, he packed the car, got gas, and made all the arrangements. He told my aunt, You have one job tomorrow. Please go to the the bank and get the money. In those days, there were no
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Cars really can fly
When I was about 10 years old, I stayed over my friend Jimmy H’s house. In the middle of the night, his dad woke us up and stated we have to go right now and he could not leave us home alone. We arrived at a sharp curve on Devil’s Backbone Road. His older brother,
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Bitters Bar & Grill
When I turned 30 and had a few work years under my belt, I realized things were not turning out as planned. My friend John H. and I came up with a novel idea. We would open a pub called Bitters Bar and Grill and let people come in and bitch about the injustice of
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High Ink Priority
A former co-worker named Justin was complaining about barely making ends meet. He stated I can’t feed my kids with how little they pay me here! Later, I asked him what he was doing this coming up weekend, he said he was getting a sleeve. A sleeve? What’s that? Oh. A tattoo from your wrist