Pat and Trite the Obvious Sisters, are selling off slightly used Xmas gift rejects. Xmas gift rejects. They call them "Regurgitates". Socks, sweaters, Bibles, pets — you name it and they probably have it, at least one of each and every. Sale ends Friday but they didn't say in which month. Bring your own disinfectant.
Pat and Trite the Obvious Sisters want you to know that you are not alone, even if you deserve to be. They are always watching, and taking notes.
Pat and Trite the Obvious Sisters, are starting a new suburban lawn care service. They'll come by, critique your spread, and tell you what to do. $7500 for each 30 minute session, by appointment. Repeat customers welcome, if any. No whining.
Pat and Trite the Obvious Sisters, are holding a non-denominational service for all interested parties in the name of the "Totally Average Non-Religious Deity of Ordinary Normal Good Folks Like Us". Pretty much says it all right there. Come one, come all, and enjoy the post-silent-meditation potluck. Bring what you can, but they already have more salads than anyone can look at without gagging, so how about something meaty? A voluntary $10 love offering will be collected at the door ($20 if you don't bring food, because everyone else will be and you're not that special, are you?) too, and we have to be realistic about this, people.
Pat and Trite the Obvious Sisters have a Neighborhood Watch which will be scanning the vicinity from the community observation tower, looking for dry or unclean bird baths, among other things. Help us, people! We need to bring our area up to national standards!
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Me? Not much like them, at all.
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so says eff: sporadic spurts of grade eff distraction
definitions: outdoor terms
fiyh: dave's little guide to ultralight backpacking stoves
boyb: dave's little guide to backpacks
snorpy bits: nibbling away at your sanity
last seen receding: missives from a certain mobile homer
noseyjoe: purposefully poking my proboscis into technicals
