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no, not a political divide crossed. no, not switching fandom to the hated other crosstown team, with the clownish bobble head thing. once a meat eater, a meat eater for life. stolidly, boringly straight, waaay too late to switch that side. the switch referred to herein is more profound, straining boundaries of a decades long term relationship. I desire  to switch sides of the bed we sleep on, after decades of habit, that transferred with us when we traveled, moved etc. To each Our Side was the Natural Order of Things, a higher law, immutable, constitutional and ranked higher than the Ten Commandments. over time, my side sank beneath the excess weight of growing old with bad lifestyle habits…a bad back, an aging frame, core muscles that seem to have been decored, made a new firmer bed a necessity, when we called 1-800-Mattress, we two social security retirees, were shocked, shocked! at the hole in our budgets such an expenditure required.  We would be forced to survive on bread (brioche) and water (Pelligrino) for weeks, our only condimentable affordable would be margarine, a pseudo butter made in chemical factories. so, she refused. I sank into deep despair, for who could deny her finger pointing “J’accuse” where responsibility for this truly lay (lie?). marriage counselors demanded exorbitant premium prepayments, Medicare said ha ha, and United Health Care was united in their ***** opposable middle finger but eloquent “Mais Non!” As I write this, Climate Comservationists have confirmed my sinking side is now receding at a rate of 4 cm/year. The implicit implication was at the Great Melt Flood of 2050 that was coming to sink us, I would not be quietly floating down the Hudson River out to a South Pacific isle, but would join Jason Bourne in the green crystal clear waters of the nearby East River, but unlike Jason, I can’t hold my breath for twenty minutes, ergo and ipso facto, I am doom-ed. So I have started a GoFundMe to obtain a new airy mattress  capable of variable soft/hard differential setting on each side, with an inflatable air pumping gizmo just for the end of days. Thanking you in advance and be assured lol your contributions will remain not anonymous. Yours, Extra, Sincerely, Ogdiddynash (Ogdiddynatsch)
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Feb 17, 2024
Feb 17, 2024 at 9:19 AM UTC
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switching sides (by Ogdiddynash (natsch)
no, not a political divide crossed. no, not switching fandom to the hated other crosstown team, with the clownish bobble head thing. once a meat eater, a meat eater for life. stolidly, boringly straight, waaay too late to switch that side. the switch referred to herein is more profound, straining boundaries of a decades long term relationship. I desire  to switch sides of the bed we sleep on, after decades of habit, that transferred with us when we traveled, moved etc. To each Our Side was the Natural Order of Things, a higher law, immutable, constitutional and ranked higher than the Ten Commandments. over time, my side sank beneath the excess weight of growing old with bad lifestyle habits…a bad back, an aging frame, core muscles that seem to have been decored, made a new firmer bed a necessity, when we called 1-800-Mattress, we two social security retirees, were shocked, shocked! at the hole in our budgets such an expenditure required.  We would be forced to survive on bread (brioche) and water (Pelligrino) for weeks, our only condimentable affordable would be margarine, a pseudo butter made in chemical factories. so, she refused. I sank into deep despair, for who could deny her finger pointing “J’accuse” where responsibility for this truly lay (lie?). marriage counselors demanded exorbitant premium prepayments, Medicare said ha ha, and United Health Care was united in their ***** opposable middle finger but eloquent “Mais Non!” As I write this, Climate Comservationists have confirmed my sinking side is now receding at a rate of 4 cm/year. The implicit implication was at the Great Melt Flood of 2050 that was coming to sink us, I would not be quietly floating down the Hudson River out to a South Pacific isle, but would join Jason Bourne in the green crystal clear waters of the nearby East River, but unlike Jason, I can’t hold my breath for twenty minutes, ergo and ipso facto, I am doom-ed. So I have started a GoFundMe to obtain a new airy mattress  capable of variable soft/hard differential setting on each side, with an inflatable air pumping gizmo just for the end of days. Thanking you in advance and be assured lol your contributions will remain not anonymous. Yours, Extra, Sincerely, Ogdiddynash (Ogdiddynatsch)
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