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I was driving home from an abbreviated shift at work last night when I turned on the radio and heard Bob Dylan singing Everybody Must Get Stoned.  I was reminded of a placard I once saw at a Dairy Queen in Colorado that read, Everybody Must Get Coned.  So it occurred to me, there navigating through the misty darkness, that with a slight modification, this could be a great slogan for a number if different businesses.  Here's my list.

Telecommunications company: Everybody must get phoned.

Cutlery shop and knife sharpening services: Everybody must get honed.

Credit Union: Everybody must get loaned.

Brothel: Everybody must get moaned.

Winery: Everybody must get Rhoned.

Fitness Center: Everybody must get toned.

Local planning commission: Everybody must get zoned.

Bio-research company: Everybody must get cloned.

Doggy daycare: Everybody must get boned.

Manufacturer of modern, unmanned spy planes: Everybody must get droned.

Reader of corny mottoes and slogans listed on a cheesy blog (that would be you): Everybody must get groaned.

I've been lead to believe that there will be cutbacks in hours and shifts at the winery.  That's a bummer for most employees but works fine for me right now.  So I've volunteered to work less or to take a few months off completely so that someone who really needs the job to pay the bills can keep it.  No official word yet, but the hints are strong.

It's warm and a little humid but better than it's been the past few days because the trades are back to make us all feel a little more comfy.

I left the back door open between the lanai and the house and the babies have decided to go an an indoor expedition.  I think their checking out every nook and cranny.  That's OK.  I know they're pretty safe in their.  Hopps is keeping close tabs on them.

A hui hou.  Aloha!








 

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Unknown said…
Rocky fans: "Everybody must get Stalloned"

I try....you succeed!

Hey, that is an adorable family portrait of cats and dog.
9:08 PM
Toni said…
Ooh, that's a good one. Adrian! Adrian!
8:59 AM
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