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A few weeks back, I purchased a painfully bright, used-as-a-clean-up-rag-in-the-Chernobyl-sarcophagus loud dress shirt.  I unleashed it on an unsuspecting public today.  And here it is:
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The vignetting really brings out the hideous in the shirt.  The shirt’s brightness extends into the UV spectrum and can probably blind bees, possibly causing Hive Collapse Syndrome.  The party went well otherwise and the hosts could return the lights to a normal level after I changed into something less gut-wrenching.

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I like to sing.  Sometimes this has worked in my favor while other times it has not.  Teejay Green, Val Green and I went out to dinner at La Fontana in Hatboro and after having chicken that made Gunnery Sgt. Hartman seem tender we walked back to my car and I was singing the opening few bars of Rhapsody in Blue, which has that pimp clarinet glissando in the beginning.  I was getting louder and louder until I rounded the corner of the restaurant and ran into a member of the wait crew who I’m sure though I was drunk as I figured I may as well sing louder.  On the way out, to prove that I may be an idiot, but at least a popular idiot, Teejay and I sang Petula Clark’s “Downtown” at the top of our lungs as we left the restaurant and raced through Hatboro.

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I like to sing.  Sometimes this has worked in my favor while other times it has not.  Teejay Green, Val Green and I went out to dinner at La Fontana in Hatboro and after having chicken that made Gunnery Sgt. Hartman seem tender we walked back to my car and I was singing the opening few bars of Rhapsody in Blue, which has that pimp clarinet glissando in the beginning.  I was getting louder and louder until I rounded the corner of the restaurant and ran into a member of the wait crew who I’m sure though I was drunk as I figured I may as well sing louder.  On the way out, to prove that I may be an idiot, but at least a popular idiot, Teejay and I sang Petula Clark’s “Downtown” at the top of our lungs as we left the restaurant and raced through Hatboro.

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After the Camporee, Teejay Green, Valerie Green and I got together for gravity ribs at the Churchville Inn.  It was 6:58 and I needed to be there by 7 PM, so needless to say, I was early.  I got a table and while waiting dicked around with my new IR thermometer shooting various things around my room and discovered that while my normal drink at home with 3 small ice cubes is 38°F on average, a full glass of ice yields soda closer to 33°F.  Anyway, while waiting, I listened to the conversation at the table next to me that had apparently just learned that Dumbledore was gay when the kid piped up and said “Next we’ll find our that Harry’s a damn Jew.”

Remember, start your kids down the road of life-long projectionism with an early dose of anti-Semitism….