Permission To leave

The old Jedi mind powers still work, though, but not over the phone. I did manage to 'persuade' the young Polish gym teachers they hire as filters to let us in, but the disembodied female voice on the telephone was not to be swayed. Still. Feast your eyes. That's what all the fuss has been about.
The great paradox, of course, is that now I have full legal permission to stay in the USA and work, I find I can also - for the first time in over a year - leave the place, and idle about. Hmmm, what a dilemma.
And finally, today, the Ryanair plane we took to London had the Pythonesque ID... EI-DLE. Sick? As a parrot.
1 Comments:
first of all, what are you insane? Don't post a document like that on the interweb where it's easy to get jacked. silly. haven't you ever heard of identity theft? Second, i sent you an email but my outgoing mail isn't working and I refuse to go into the school to fix it because I am "taking a vacation," which pathetically simply means that I'm not going into work but not actually vacationing anywhere. sad.
Congrats on the visa.
when are you coming back?
-T
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