In article , "Doug Kanter" wrote:

"Don White" wrote in message
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Christopher Robin wrote in message



Why don't they use beepers or some other electronic device?

Don....Don...Don....when will you learn? Like most other newcomers, these
Islamic people wanna be real Americans. That means you get to make as much
noise as your want (because it's "freedom of expression"), as much garbage
as you want, matter of fact, as much of ANYTHING as you want, regardless of
how it affects your neighbors. It's our god-given right to start our
lawnmowers at 7:00 AM, or warm the car up for an hour. In May.


I used to have African neighbors that ran around buck-nekkid a lot and always
had the windows (even in the dead of Houston's summer heat!) and blinds open.
It made life really interesting especially when they started yelling in their
native language which tends to be loud and very animated even in normal
conversation.

The oldest son is a resident doctor that is going to be a heart-surgeon.
The next son played football for Navy and had an academic scholarship as well.
The youngest daughter is in high school and has goals to be a neuro-surgeon.
Another son is in Baylor up in Waco right now, he wants to be a businessman.
And the wild one (oldest daughter) whom daddy caught in the sack with her
boyfriend once upon a time and chased her around the block nekkid
has caught religious fervor (Christian) and is actually considering being a
nun.

The parents are both nurses. The mother looked pretty good nekkid.
Gramma wasn't too hot though but she was a lot of fun. She used
to go through the neighborhood with a large butcher knife early in the
morning and slice open people's garbage bags and recycle soda cans.
She always tied them back shut. The police keep getting lots of phone
calls from freaked out neighbors. I used to drive her to the recycle center.
And she would purchase cloth from a cloth store to make dresses and clothes.
Folks used to stare at us a lot. She was 250 lbs (at least) and coal black
and always glistening with sweat. She wore home made TuTu like dresses
with unimaginable colors and patterns. She always wore a turban of sorts.
And she would lift her skirt and sort of dance/run/flitter from one place to
another. She was very fluid and delicate for a woman of her scale. Oh yeah
she dusted herself and her very large bosom (size 52 by my estimate) with
home made "heart remedy". When people stared she used to grab my arm
and proudly say "This is my fiancé! We are getting married soon!" and kiss my
cheek.

Gramma went back to Ghana and I actually miss the old gal. I never liked the
father too much. He was a *******. But he certainly deserves some credit for
the fine children that he raised.

LOL... no joke.

Life in America.....