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So what am I allowed to do?
Hey. It doesn't say, "No Fucking"
Don't worry, Weird Dave. You're not allowed to do that either. Don't ask me how I know that, heh.
Prophylaxis Editor:There used to be quite a bit of cruisin' on that road & in the parking lot the road goes to, followed by fun (or desperate & pathetic groping in a futile search for love in a world that doesn't care) on the trails. Used to be it wasn't much of a hike if you didn't find some gay porn, & once in a while a hypodermic syringe.Making ourself ill(er) now, but this reminds us there was a rubber in the dust & dirt under the picnic bench we sat on last wk. Some things never change.
Oh, wah. This is my new job. I am paid to enforce those kinds of rules - only for permitted events, though; for general public I don't give a shit what you do, you're not in my jurisdiction.Christ, five more years to retirement.....!
Retirement? What's that? It looks right now like I'm going to have to work until I drop dead, because retirement is going the way of buggy whips and Studebaker...Just a random grumble from a post-baby-boomer annoyed that the baby boomers are rolling up the carpet behind them. Siiiigh!
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