Did you notice Wanda’s wearing slippers in the last scene? LOL!
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LOL. I did notice that.
But now that you’ve brought it up, what she’s wearing does not match my idea of slippers. To me, they look more like large red, heavy leather topped, wood soled clogs, and I think of slippers as being soft, knitted sock-like foot warmers or, thin leather footwear with a warm, soft lining - that’s what my family had growing up (i just usually walked around barefoot or with clean athletic socks).
To be fare, I’m having a bit of fun at my wife’s expense (who never posts, but occasionally reads Utefans). She wears what she calls black “slippers”, large heavy leather topped, wood soled clogs, with no lining to keep the feet warm.
You say potato… 
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I found it a funny black woman stereotype…pretty, pretty, pretty, subtle.
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Oh, yeah.
That bit was great, because it was Larry playing the awkward dufus, who is needlessly argumentative. Yet with Wanda he senses he’s in for a real battle.
Wanda, the stereotypical street smart black woman who’s not afraid to say anything and specializes in calling people out.
Caricature vs Caricature.
“See that little green light? That’s the satellite, you need that on or nothing else is gonna work”
Mrs. Ma’ake reminded me of Wanda’s response to Rush Limbaugh wishing Obama would fail:
“I hope his kidneys fail, how about that? He needs a waterboarding, that’s what he needs”
Like Flip Wilson’s Geraldine - over the top, yet more street smart & edgier… and Larry David gets ambushed.
LD: “I hope I don’t see you for a while”
Wanda: “Get yo ■■■ in that hospital”
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Our 12 year old twin boys have plenty of clothes that actually fit. However, they’re typically too lazy to put laundry away. So they end up grabbing the same few pairs of pants that are obviously too small for them and wear those when Mrs SkinyUte takes everyone to church. They look ridiculous but if it gets them out the door to church without an argument, I’m not going to fight it.
So this morning, we opened the door and this was on our porch. Someone in our neighborhood (we have no idea who) was “following a prompting”, bought our boys some brand new pants from Costco, and anonymously left them on our porch along with this note.
It’s very sweet and incredibly thoughtful of whoever did this, but I’d really like to tell them “we can afford clothes that actually fit my children…they’re just too lazy to actually put them on”. 
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It’s probably time for the too small pants to disappear. A very kind gesture though. If you find out who the Robin Hood is, kindly direct them my way. I’m in “desperate” need of a new dutch door.
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Yep. A spring closet clean out is a’coming…whether they like it or not.
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That isn’t very far from the truth for me. I’m very much a night owl, and love the quiet.
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That isn’t very far from the truth for me. I’m very much a morning person, and love the quiet.
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Lots of people of --ahem-- a certain age still say “hanging up” when ending their cell phone and other electronic calls." I certainly do. I bet that expression will endure, and so will just “give me a ring on the phone.” (In the UK, it’ll be “ring me up.”). A video monitor will probably be called “the TV.” for a long time too. No matter what sound our phone emits when a call comes in, the phone will still be “ringing.” What other terms will survive? “Dial tone.” “Keyboard” will be with us forever. When in a conference call on a phone, we’ll want to ask who is “on the line.”
Also:
- “Dial tone” remains.
- “Keyboard” will be with us forever.
- When in a conference call on a phone, we’ll ask “who is on the line?”
What other terms will survive?
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Gotta hit the high notes anyway you can
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Richard Lewis is a spaz, Larry bails him out with a clever trick.
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Yep.
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Could use some larks tongue and some wrens liver with a sprinkle of wolf nipple chips.
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I’ll say this about RFK, Jr. - he’s his own guy. Completely authentic.
The story his daughter told about him finding a washed up whale on the beach nearing Hyannis Port and wanting to take the whale head home… you know, because who doesn’t want a whale head they can hang over the mantle?
So, borrow a chainsaw, cut off the head, then with some help get that thing on top of the family minivan for the ride home, secured with bungee cords.
Because that’s what you do, when you’re bonkers-yet-authentic and don’t care what anyone else thinks. Driving 256 miles with a whale head top of the minivan with the fam along is just the price you have to pay. Or they have to pay. Or something.
Daughter: “It was so gross, there were these juices streaming down the windows, the smell was rank, people were flipping us off on the freeway, it was just so embarrassing and disgusting”.
Can you imagine inviting him to the family reunion where you’re hanging with your cousins, reminiscing about old times, sharing jokes, having a good ole time… and then he shows up?
“Heads up, everyone! He’s here! I have no idea what’s going to happen… but it’s going to happen! Remember, no bungee cords! No saws or knives. Let’s move away from these squirrels. Be on your best behavior!”
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