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Yeah, that's all on me - the dementia was strong with this one yesterday, like I didn't realize that I had my pants on inside out until mid-afternoon.

Do we have an extradition agreement with Serbia?

Yeah, that's my fault, I'm having massive brain farts today, Plus I'm even more confused because Joshua Goldberg/ Moonmetropolis and Joshua Moon (Null is easier).

The Viagra calls, the Cialis calls, starting Fridays, right after lunch. Usually, they were looking for samples, and although there was sometimes a bit of salt, most were polite if we couldn't accommodate them. One, however, called looking for an actual prescription. How refreshing! I get his name and birthdate to pull him up on the computer so that I can send a request to his provider. Lo and behold! He's nowhere to be found. I ask which provider he usually sees, and he tells me that he used to see Dr. X, who retired a few months ago. Dr X gave him Viagra for years, he says, but he's out, and doesn't have any refills. I'm sorry, I tell him. The providers can't just write a prescription for a patient they've never seen before and for whom they have no records (dude is in his 70's. Viagra is probably not the only thing he needs a script for.) If you'd like to establish with one of them, we have an NP and a physician who are currently taking new patients. I can set you up with an appointment. He hems and haws, but finally agrees. Bear in mind, this is a Friday afternoon, probably around 2 - 2:30. The office closes at 5. I check the computer, and find an available appointment on the following Thursday. (He's actually pretty lucky, because a new patient visit requires a longer block of time, and it can sometimes be a wait of a few weeks or a month before we can book one.) I offer him the appointment and he goes through the roof. "I can't get one today? This is an emergency!" There follows a five minute (I timed him) diatribe about the state of health care in America, especially as it relates to his personal life and convenience, my rudeness and stupidity because I won't comply with his request and give him a prescription (sorry, sir, I have the wrong initials after my name) or badger one of the providers into doing it (sorry, sir, they need to see you first), and how we're all just about money. Then he ends with "There's going to be a lot of disappointed ladies out there because of you! I hope you're happy!" I still don't know if he had delusions of grandeur, or if he was the guy who was responsible for the chlamydia outbreak at the retirement village.

It's possible, but I don't know if he would have had time - his Twitter got yeeted again.

@katt_goddessNVM. I thought you were talking about somebody else. Regardless, I haven't seen either of them (again, granted I'm not there for politics) - and the FBI request in OP's screen shot was made in 2022, so I doubt it's about hewhomustnotbenamed.

For somebody with such contempt for the Farms, you seem to comb it pretty thoroughly.

I haven't seen him, because God knows he's too set in his ways to use a unique screen name (or at least, one that I couldn't figure out), but then again, I'm mostly in the Beauty Parlor or the legal threads.

I'm glad Pepperidge Farms remembers, because I don't.

Nutella sucks.

Dude, pet rocks worked as a business plan, and you can't tell me that they didn't start out as a joke.

Blueberry muffins - yay jiffy mix!

If it's really good, you can feel all your sinuses.

The fuschia is nice.

Look, sometimes a cigar is just a cigar.

Oh, thanks. Now you've given me an earworm. 🎶High on a hill lived a lonely butthole yodelady yodelady yoheehoo🎶 If you hear a knock on your door tonight, it's me, come to beat you with a rolled up newspaper.

Somewhere out there, a sailboat is looking for that.

Y'know, I was wondering the same thing. My dad had red-green color blindness, and he used to say that both colors were shades of grayish beige.

It makes me think of Vigo in the second Ghostbusters movie.

Coffee is always worth celebrating.🎉☕

I loved it, but I had to quit in nursing school because it messed with my short term memory for a day or two after. Couldn't smoke on Saturday night then go to clinical on Monday expecting to be sharp.

🥂🎂🥂

From my Bottomless Bookcase of Bad Movies. Come on over - I'll supply the popcorn 🍿

I saw this at 1 am my time (while I was out having a hotflash smoke), so it was too late for a movie, but I think tonight's memorial viewing will be A Bucket of Blood and The Terror.

https://www.npr.org/2024/05/12/521916134/roger-corman-the-b-movie-legend-who-launched-a-list-careers-dies-at-98