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Name: Skeletor
Country: Azerbaijan
Metro: Baki
Birthday: 4/1/1914
Gender: Male
Interests: Fishing is fun. I also make cheese. Blue is my favorite, but a nice sharp cheddar is always tasty.
Expertise: I am a very good fisherman. Over the past thirty years or so, I have been getting better at making cheese. I'm still practicing.
Occupation: Retired
Industry: Other
Message: message me
Member Since:
3/13/2005
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| This Lady Who Clean My House - you would think that she was a greedy
capitalist, as much as she complains about "money" and "payment" and
"why are you rooting through my purse." Alas - I have once again been
forced to part with my pretty pieces of paper in order to retrieve my
computer. I am truly surprised that she has not read the late Pope Jon
Paulm II's famous encyclical criticizing the West for its rampant
consumerism. And she is constantly late these days! What am I paying
her for?!?
Chagall has recently left for beautiful Georgia. Not the home of the
Braves and Ray Charles, my silly American friends, but the REAL
Georgia, home of the Georgians. He has promised to bring me a variety
of cheap souvenirs. I have advised to go overboard.
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| I apologize for the delay in a recent post. I have had no access to my computer due to the Lady Who Cleans My House. She took it home with her and insisted I pay her for her past two weeks of labor before she returned it. I attempted to call the police, but she had also taken the phone. The police are quite corrupt anyway. They would have sided with her brocade burka anyday over my dapper suit.
I, however, decided to reach into my coffers and "pay her", and in return she brought back my telephone, computer, and cappucino maker.
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| You should be glad to know that I was able to beat young Becky at Backgammon. Though she attempted to use the excuses, "I have to go home, it is very late", "My mother will wonder where I am", "I am very tired!" and "Don't you think twelve straight games is enough?" We were able to determine that I, after all, am the greatest Backgammon player in these parts. This is even despite Chagall's obviously lax refereeing. He claims he could not find a single cheat on her part. I think the girl's bouncy pigtails may have bewitched him.
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| Today at the marketplace I was beaten in backgammon by a small girl.
Have I mentioned that at a very young age I was a Backgammon
Grandmaster? Young Becky is a Modern Marvel. I have invited her to a
rematch tomorrow afternoon. We shall see who the actual champion is.
Chagall will be here to keep her from cheating. Girls are renowned for
cheating, you know.
I must leave, as my grilled cheese sandwich is about to burn. Ah the fragrance of camembert.
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| HORTICULTURE!
I've heard rumors that Chagall is leaving to study Bean Growing in Afghanistan.
BEAN GROWING!
AFGHANISTAN!
OUTRAGEOUS!
I am aghast. I want him to be a bean counter, not a bean grower. Let others grow the beans. Counting is where it's at!
Earlier this week the Poland soccer team beat Azerbaijain 8-0. Next up
is England, and they have stated that it will be a disgrace if they do
not beat us by even more. Ah, if only there were a world cup of
Backgammon, the English would not be so cockney.
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