i still have my license.. but it expired a month before i got my israeli license.. ..so until i show them a valid license.. or something from the DMV stating that i've had my license for 11 yrs now, they consider me a 'new driver' .. (my license which was renewed five years ago and just expired isn't enough to qualify as 'not a new driver'..)
not to mention then they screwed up and put a requirement on my license that I need to be accompanied by another licensed driver..?!?!?
No, but he rubbed it and it became a suitcase. Then he got a cut rate on his ticket, packed his wallet, flew to DC and performed a bris in the back of a cab. It was all filmed, Stu became famous and when he went to apply for his drivers license he was given a commercial cabby's license. Now Shimshon drives a cab between Jerusalem and Gush Etzion in search of fares(kins).
I once lost my wallet for a week and then found it in the last place I looked. I was so relived. And to give credit to the "mystical powers" of the blog I am getting married. Last week I proposed to Wendy (my girlfriend of 10 years) and she said yes, sort of. It was a beutiful May 1. It was her birthday and I was taking her out to eat at this excellent seafood restaurant in Newport, RI called "The Mooring" But I swayed her to go to the beach first. There is is this cool park called Brenton Point. The sun was setting. We walked out to this huge rock in the ocean. We talekd about this and that. She turned around and the n turned back. I was on one knee. She uttered some sweet words like "You better not be joking around or I'll kill you!" Such a sweet girl. I can't blame her for saying that because I have joked about it every other April Fools Day for years. I then said some sweet word to her expressing my feelings. I then asked her the big quetion. "Will you marry me?" She stood there stairing at me and nodded her head yes. I was like is that a yes or no. I needed verble conformation. So I mummbled "I need a a verble yes." because at this point I was a litte choked up with happiness. SHE SAID YES. She said yes Stu. It was aweome. In the most anchient term of awe. But now trying putting a wedding together is hectic. I just want to fly to Las Vegas and have James Dean as the best man. Marilyn Monroe as maid of honor and have Elvis officiate. Thats not gonna happen but hey ome can dream. And on a completely different note I second what cdb said in the last blog. Bring Beastie Boys to the desert and do your version of "i lost my wallet in el segundo"
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i still have my license.. but it expired a month before i got my israeli license.. ..so until i show them a valid license.. or something from the DMV stating that i've had my license for 11 yrs now, they consider me a 'new driver' .. (my license which was renewed five years ago and just expired isn't enough to qualify as 'not a new driver'..)
not to mention then they screwed up and put a requirement on my license that I need to be accompanied by another licensed driver..?!?!?
(shrug)
"Lost Wallet, redux"
So, when you found the wallet, it had diminished in size? Is the wallet thinner due to seperation from its former contents?
Maybe a dingo ate the contents.
"...about an hour and a half."
No, but he rubbed it and it became a suitcase. Then he got a cut rate on his ticket, packed his wallet, flew to DC and performed a bris in the back of a cab. It was all filmed, Stu became famous and when he went to apply for his drivers license he was given a commercial cabby's license. Now Shimshon drives a cab between Jerusalem and Gush Etzion in search of fares(kins).
The bris that he performed in the back of the cab - was it to trim down the size of his suitcase, or, was it a human bris?
I once lost my wallet for a week and then found it in the last place I looked. I was so relived. And to give credit to the "mystical powers" of the blog I am getting married. Last week I proposed to Wendy (my girlfriend of 10 years) and she said yes, sort of.
It was a beutiful May 1. It was her birthday and I was taking her out to eat at this excellent seafood restaurant in Newport, RI called "The Mooring" But I swayed her to go to the beach first. There is is this cool park called Brenton Point. The sun was setting. We walked out to this huge rock in the ocean. We talekd about this and that. She turned around and the n turned back. I was on one knee. She uttered some sweet words like "You better not be joking around or I'll kill you!"
Such a sweet girl. I can't blame her for saying that because I have joked about it every other April Fools Day for years. I then said some sweet word to her expressing my feelings. I then asked her the big quetion. "Will you marry me?" She stood there stairing at me and nodded her head yes.
I was like is that a yes or no. I needed verble conformation. So I mummbled "I need a a verble yes." because at this point I was a litte choked up with happiness. SHE SAID YES. She said yes Stu. It was aweome. In the most anchient term of awe.
But now trying putting a wedding together is hectic. I just want to fly to Las Vegas and have James Dean as the best man. Marilyn Monroe as maid of honor and have Elvis officiate. Thats not gonna happen but hey ome can dream.
And on a completely different note I second what cdb said in the last blog. Bring Beastie Boys to the desert and do your version of "i lost my wallet in el segundo"
Peace,Love and all the Jazz,
Lukas JA Shezer
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