Saturday, July 30, 2016

MEANWHILE HERE IN THE HOOD

I APOLOGIZE

FOR THE PROFANE PICTURES--

BUT

NOT SMART(BEING KIND HERE) IS ALIVE

AND WELL

HERE IN THE HOOD


THE DRUMS OF THE HOOD

WERE BEATING THIS WEEK

WITH A REPORT

OF A CAR BURGLARY

IT SEEMS AN I PHONE WAS STOLEN

THIS I PHONE IS CONNECTED

TO ALL THE OWNER'S

OTHER ELECTRONIC DEVICES

VIA "THE CLOUD"

THE BRILLIANT THIEVES

MADE SELFIES

I KID YOU NOT!!






I SMELL COOKED GOOSES!

4 comments:

  1. I've never understood all these new electronic devices being linked to each other. Apparently you can now have the fridge connected to your supermarket and, as you use items from the fridge, (milk, butter, eggs, soap, toothpaste, dog food), the fridge tells the supermarket's computer and the supermarket delivers new replenishments. The other day my fridge ordered for me a book on how to take more exercise and go and fetch my groceries myself instead of having them delivered. My washing machine texted me that it is time I changed my underpants and put them in the wash. The announcer on my TV said "You are watching the six o'clock News!" That's clever; how did she know what I was watching? The toaster announced that the bread was burning by letting out a thick cloud of black smoke. And so on it goes in our household. Almost everything is electronically connected to something else and they tell you what to do, when to do it, how to do it, and why. The only thing that is not electronically controlled is a certain member of the family who always tells me that I am lazy and I should do more exercise.

    God bless.

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    1. We are so hooked in to the electronic age, we have lost the ability to think---OBVIOUSLY!
      Blessings, Friend!

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  2. I smell idots at its best. AND that my friend is what I was referring to in my email, among other things. The breakdown of the family structure is evident...sad...

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    1. I completely agree---the primary system of an orderly society is the family---what has happened to us?
      Blessings, Friend!

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