Most folks know about the genes thing.

They understand that what made

their parents tick also tocks to

them and they can either

drown out that sound

or parade with the Sergeant Drumming Group what brung ‘em.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.

Betcha can’t listen to this hymn just one time.

Many folks are their own worst enemy.

They tend to expect too much, too

quickly and for much less than

is necessary to pay and then

they would appreciate a wee bit

‘o help to find their car because this

is the third time idiot parked here today.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.

Cat scratches. Lookout.

Most folks at one time or another have been short of funds.

They ran so close to the edge that they forgot about

taxes which must be paid for tearing down this

path and those costs in today’s terms rack

up $43.00 for NSF charges even if the

shortfall is due to the very fees

which laid the foundation

for this stinky and

getting stenchier

dawg house we now share with those monied fleas.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.

74%! This is the percentage that NSF (non sufficient funds) charges produce toward total fees for money grubbing bankers!

http://www.economist.com/blogs/freeexchange/2010/08/money_and_banking

Many folks realize they are competing for power.

They know that energy must be added for

any action to occur but even then

something moves only after it

has overcome momentum,

gravity, and a plethora ‘o waay too comfortable comfort zones.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.

Many folks are okay with fooling themselves.

They may not understand to what extent

they are pulling the wool over their

own eyes but they know they are

and this knowledge stops them

from giving too much of a shite about anything.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.

Many folks claims ta soive someone.

They may be under the influence

of this gawd or that lawd but

on somedays dey completely forgets all ’bout it.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.

you gonna have surf somebody.

Many folks have been put in their place.

They were told off by so-in-so or their kid

who obviously overheard the parents

mention what a rat’s petunia they

were and the little beggar auto

matically picked up the

same scent which made for

the stanky decision we triggered to ask “who do

you think you are?!” and “where in the hail do you get off?”

Thank you, friend.

 Barry out.

Okay, everybody flip to chapter nine: Why I Need To Be An AssH0le.

Many folks feel like they are in control of their destiny.

They understand that choosing path A over action B means

plenty of potentialities in the current reality are now

both more unlikely and likely to unfold and this is

entirely due to the decision manifested by them

and only them. These people know full well

that the conclusion of every preference

is also the beginning of a brand new

universe (to us) and that mother allows anything we want.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.

You can get anything you want if its on the menu. Less you want to buy da place.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hugh_Everett

http://imaginingthetenthdimension.blogspot.ca/

Many folks know the exquisite pain of beloved child death.

They start out believing that they will never experience

their young friend’s company again but this need not

be true because just like deep remorse can twist a

person’s guts into undo-able knots, the memory

of anyone may be appreciated & molded into

such fine fantasy that it begins to envelop

and participate in our reality similar to

patriotic duty or fervent adherence

to religious guidance. As soon as

we realize that like lost keys

our dreams are not destroyed

but more than likely in the possession of others who

may know nothing of our lock but whom treasure the keys just the same.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.

Choose which dimension you want to be in and get going because there are many worlds to explore.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hugh_Everett

http://imaginingthetenthdimension.blogspot.ca/

Most folks can be judged by their character.

Mine is tied so close to yesterday’s shadow

that I’m sometimes afraid to tug on my

reins because if dis bit doan snap

then whose dat on my yarse?

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.