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Hello my fellow Politiores Troglodytes. This Blog is a collection of Posts, Poems, & Short Stories that I write on a daily basis. If you find it entertaining, informative, and controversial, then I have done my job properly. Thank goodness too, because Karma has been on my case of late. I'm supposed to bring fifty people into the fold or I'll have to give back the part of Einstein's brain I inherited. No, I'm not one of the Scientists who got a piece of his brain when he died. Karma said, "Eat this knowledge. It'll make you smarter!" The bargain I made with Karma was, if I could change fifty people into Politiores Populos, I would be rewarded with my very own Lamborghini. So, that's my story and I'm sticking to it! Like what you're reading, then read on. P.S. Populo is Latin for people. Politiores is Latin for educated. Troglodytes is English for troglodytes. And Einstein's brain was stolen by Thomas Stoltz Harvey after his death in 1955 and eventually divvied up into 240 pieces. If you just read that last sentence, then you have just learned something and I'm just that much closer to fulfilling my commitment to Karma!

Friday, January 6, 2017

I'll Be Bingeing My Favorite Sci-Fi, Now That's A Pardeeee!

For some reason, one of my kids was rummaging through a box in our attic and came across my old High School Year Book. She immediately asked me why I was the only one, in my class, with two pictures the year I graduated? There were front and side photos of me. I told her to read what I was "Most Likely" to be. It read; Most Likely To Be On The FBI's Most Wanted List!

As you know, I like to give to Charities, the Church, and to those People holding up cardboard signs that read; Will Work For Food! But my neighbor said I shouldn't just give money to those street people. "What if they buy drugs with it?" So I figure, if they are willing to work for food, I'll give them all coconuts!

I used to be a bartender in my younger days. We had a strict policy where a sign said; We have the right to refuse service to anyone. So one day I told a guy, "We don't serve time travelers in here."
A time traveler walks into a bar!

A panda walks into a bar and gobbles some beer nuts. Then he pulls out a gun, fires it in the air, and heads for the door. “Hey!” shouts the bartender, but the panda yells back, “I’m a panda. Google me!” Sure enough, panda: “A tree-climbing mammal with distinct black-and-white coloring. Eats shoots and leaves!”

The past, present, and future walk into a bar. It was tense!

I used to be a delivery man for a Florist. One day I forgot to make one stop and my boss says to me, “Next time I send a damn fool, 
I'll go myself.”

If growing up in the ’80s taught me one thing, it’s that my friends and I should have found a treasure map by now!

This may be the beer talking, 
but I really, really, really, really love beer.

This is,
The Weekend,
Let's Get This Party Started!
I'll Be Bingeing My Favorite Sci-Fi,
Now That's A Pardeeee!
Jim Hauenstein,

And,

“It's 4:58 on Friday afternoon. Do you know where your margarita is?”
- Amy Neftzger -

That is my story and I am sticking to it!

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