The Greenwich Housing Authority has banned clotheslines at Quarry Knoll, fearing, in the words of its director, “liability issues – someone running around in the backyard in the dark could literally get clotheslined”. Now, Quarry Knoll is restricted to residents 62 or older, and no children are allowed, so I wonder who exactly is at risk here, who the Housing Authority thinks might be running around backyards at night? Burglars? Peeping Toms? Greenwich police chasing suicidal perps? It all smacks of bureaucratic pettifoggery, to me.
No country for old men running
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Weasel Boy -
Are you trying to impress us with your prose? Your skilled talent a “professional writer”? An author and a poet? Well it won’t work. Pettifoggary? PETTIFOGGARY!!!
Give it up Dude. It’s a losing attempt on your part. But don’t give up totally (except on writing).
I am keeping you in mind for a new opportunity that matches your skill set. I just can’t figure out if you have a skill set. Other than getting all pissy. So I have to figure out how you can monetize that.
Anyway, don’t be sad. Get back in the saddle. And don’t spit the bit.
OFF TO BRUNCH!!!!
Your Pal,
Walt
BTW Dude -
These guys are right. I was riding the filly one evening down in Mustique. Not like that you perv. You know what I mean.
Anyway, Cabana Boy did his laundry that day and left the clothesline up. Next think I knew??? KAPOWWW!!! I went down quicker than Bernies investors. So I agree on this.
PETTIFOGGERY!!!
Your Pal,
Walt
Your
Pettifoggery–A very recent O’Reilly “word of the day.”
Excellent, Chris. Am I to assume you’re watching quality programming each evening?
I knew the word pettifoggery long before I heard of O’Reily. Dickens? 8th grade? In fact, I find Oreilly rather loud for my taste.
With my hearing, loud is good.
Way too much gunfire 40 years ago with no ear plugs.
You’ll have to come over for a Fountain family Sunday dinner, Cobra. The first time pal Nancy encountered one, 30 years ago (!) she asked my mother afterwards, “are they always this loud?”. My mother assured her that the boys had been quiet that night. Nothing’s changed since.
Greenwich Housing Authority is paying for this idiot’s MBA. A lobotomy would be a better investment.
The sheets actually belong to Kathy Fuld, being laundered in advance of the blowout Ebay auction.
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