tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359657762730149804.post5346456780332857768..comments2024-03-28T10:34:18.365-07:00Comments on The Vulgar Curmudgeon: It's Monday All Over AgainPhilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15695733883033137146noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359657762730149804.post-48078360289944009182014-01-21T06:51:37.906-08:002014-01-21T06:51:37.906-08:00The part that sucks about being retired. I don&quo...The part that sucks about being retired. I don"t get any holidays. I do have a part time job 3 nights a week, it gets me out of the house.Robert Fowlerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03475193874676131196noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2359657762730149804.post-28568999846996787612014-01-20T06:03:55.261-08:002014-01-20T06:03:55.261-08:00I'm glad that I don't have to do that anym...I'm glad that I don't have to do that anymore. Today is my second Monday of retirement. Not quite what I expected it to be like though. I swear, I don't understand women. Never did, never will. I was cleaning up some debris in the yard today since it wasn't too cold and nasty out. Neighbor lady Peggy yelled over the fence for me to come over to her house. She said that she had something that she wanted to show to me. Being the dutiful and helpful guy that I am, I popped right over to see if I could be of any service to her. I went inside where she was waiting for me, curious as to what I was supposed to look at. Low and behold, she had her shirt and pants off and was standing there in just her skimpies. I said to her, "It's a good thing you called me over, Peggy. That mole on your scapula looks like it could possibly be precancerous, but I don't see anything else worth mentioning. Better make an appointment with your doctor." As I turned to leave she got this foul look on her face and yelled, "GET THE FUCK OUT!!!!!!" Women. I don't know what the hell it is that they want from me.<br /><br />taminator013noreply@blogger.com