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Back before my dad went into the ALF (Hey, Lucky!) we took him to lunch/dinner at least once a week. Letting him have a glass of wine actually helped with his anxiety.
Get ahold of Drifter. Friggin Amazon ships stuff BEFORE you order.
When I get to be that way, somebody make them give me a bottle for breakfast, one for lunch, and one for dinner.
Yeah, my dad I think would be the same. He probably won't even drink, though. But there's a really wide spectrum of dementia patients - oops, residents - there. Who knows what the chemical reaction will be for some?
The first is a defect and you should complain. The 2nd is likely because you are in a good location for inventory placement.
Absolutely nothing, but this place is between a dry cleaner and a Great Clips. I don't think there will be any body painting. Perhaps get them back to my place for extra credit....
Wait until late in the evening and try the ol' Yves Klein move
Go into the Great Clips and get them to sell you one of those apron thingiesfor $10. Walk into the winepainting place wearing the apron, with electric clippers in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other and a loud, "Who's ready to get buzzed?"
I assume you immediately launched into a 30 minute story about the time you had to hold the rabbit ears so your parents could watch the news story about the Titanic which could have been done in 5 but meandered about to the time you wore an onion on your belt (which was the style at the time) and probably something about the miracle that is the microwave.
Just tell him to sit quietly for the next hour, and you will control all that he sees and hears.
Impressive.Not my best effort.This needs to be your next shot video.When I was 18 I worked for this telemarketing group that sold tickets to a "firefighter's ball". The headline act was Gary Puckett and the Union Gap band. So, we had this spiel we'd have to go through, but the real seller was when you sang over the phone...especially to old women. I've belted out "young girl, get out of mind. my love for you is way out of line" many, many times.
It was a cool job. You started at minimum wage, but if you were decent you made like $10 an hour, which is like a billion dollars when you're 18. I was generally top 5 out of the 30 or so guys selling, so I got better (glen gary) leads and made more jing. I was also one of the few that weren't loaded the whole time. I waited until we got off at 9pm.
How is this not getting love? This is epic shtick. Do we just assume zooks makes this stuff up?
He's Canadian. He rubs Moose placenta on his face every morning and he makes **** Clark look like the Crypt Keeper.
I can't remember that night anymore.Ball Son Urchin said:
9 hours 43 minutes. 
