So when's this temporary top in. Still PF free. Still waiting. Still can't believe how wrong I can get it. I am a deer in the headlights.
Not so with Mr XJO Thursday. He has it all together. Our pragmatic and plucky Mongombolo. A high carbon footprint fellow - and proud of it. Of course, most members know his real identity
Mongombolo and Diva...Mrs Mongo. Dashing and debonair. (Sonny and Cher Bono in actuality).
'While the dow was scaling up over the last couple of weeks, the Dow Jones Transportation average peaked 11 trading days ago and then began its descent.
...the two are out of sync and that's bad, according to Dow Theory.
It looks very much like the transports are leading, the the DJIA is about to follow.' MONGOMBOLO
Mongo doesn't waste carbon on extra words. Direct and no nonsense. Happily married and whilst sharing breakfast with his Diva most mornings, he is known for just having the 'Snap and crackle'.... deeming the pop - superfluous.
Beauty Mongo, always worth a good, hard, thrusting look.
Scale 'n Clean
My six monthly dental clean today. I frequent a surgery run by an old school buddy. His nickname in the hallowed halls of Wesley College then, was - Stinky Saul... Known now to pass wind whilst molar extracting, Stinky is a wonderful dentist.
Today, as I lay back on the recliner, I was horrified when a locum.. Rita (known as Rita the Ripper) came in to do my scale and clean.
Grinning while boasting a thick Mexican accent she proclaimed, not asked...
'You don't mind me doing your scaling and cleaning today Mr Biggdaddy'?
'Do your worst sweet conchita', I flashed a dashing grin and boasted. 'I've survived dentists from the sixties. In those days, when the drill snagged, they broke it off and got another one. Nothing can hurt me so do your worst'.
Rita took that as a personal challenge and answered my 'player smile' with a predatorial leer.
She commenced the assault. Her assistant grimaced as she witnessed a deep penetration into the surrounding gums by Rita's router and a fine mist of blood arising from my cakehole. In my shoes, my toes curled...and cramped.
Rita be damned. A mere woman was not going to undo me. It was a personal challenge to me personally and the brotherhood of the superior sex.
I survived. Each rinse was as red as the last...and never actually cleared but Rita was beaten and a new respect showed in her bullyish leer.
She said, 'Do your teeth feel clean Mr Biggdaddy'?
I'm sure I felt a bit of shredded gum slipping around my gum. I straightened out the last cramped toe and replied.
'They have never felt cleaner. Where were you trained?'
'The English National Health Service. I am believing dental care may come under the medicare roof here also Mr Biggdaddy', she snickered as her ample hips jazzercised out the door.
Stinky came in at that juncture. 'Sorry about the locum Biggs. How was Rita?'/
'Not for the faint of heart Stinky, I think one of the steel posts is exposed on one of my molars. Upper left J I think.'
'Sorry Biggo, She was trained by the English National health. We're trying to retrain her. Not her fault really. The system allows about ten minutes for a filling. We have to fix a lot of bodgy stuff. Get ten people in a room. Choose five with the worst teeth, they'll either come from England or a place that still uses barbers for their dental work.'
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