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bluebird of bitterness
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Home sweet home
Bob's sister Hannah
Bob's sister Ada
Bob's brother Otto
Bob's sister Eve
Bob's sister Nan
A baby picture of Bob and his siblings (clockwise from upper left: Otto, Eve, Hannah, Ada, Bob, and Nan)
Bob's childhood home
Bob's mom and dad
Bob in his youth
Bob's cousin Alphonse
Bob's Uncle Ralph and Aunt Edna
Bob's cousin Archibald
Bob's stepbrother Herbie (who really needs to quit smoking)
Bob's cousin Chester
Bob's Great Uncle Norbert and Great Aunt Phyllis
Bob's cousin Saffron (who will do anything for a drink)
Bob's cousin Thorndike
Bob's brother-in-law Vinnie
Bob's cousin Orville, who loves the Green Bay Packers
Bob's nieces Lulu and Bitsy, the biker chicks
Bob's stepsister Eloise, with the twins, Rudy and Trudy
Bob's Uncle Henry and Aunt Rowena
Bob's niece Esmerelda (who likes to live dangerously)
Bob's Great Uncle Arthur up in Saskatchewan
Bob's cousin Louie, the grackle of grumpiness
Miss Screech, Bob's journalism teacher
Bob's nephew Winthrop, who loves sports
Bob's Uncle Seymour and Aunt Bernice
Bob's second cousin Schlomo in Brooklyn
Bob's nephew Baxter
Bob's cousin Darrell
Nigel, Bob's pen pal in New Zealand
Bob's sister-in-law Delphine, who volunteers at the animal shelter
Percy the Pickpocket, Bob's third cousin once removed (the relative no one likes to talk about... every family has one)
The Bluebird of Happiness™ (no relation to Bob)
A pair of boobies (also no relation to Bob, but included for readers who desire titillation)
A pair of tits (in case the boobies were insufficiently titillating)
Bluebird Bitter™, the beer they named for Bob
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bluebird of bitterness 
I miss the good old days, when phones were attached to a wall.
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As one of the last people in the western world who does not have a cell phone, I could not agree with you more.
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BBB – What I’m running into is sites that make you do two-factor authentication and they assume you have a cell phone and will only send you a text. Some sites will call you on a phone line, some will email you, but the text-only ones are a pain.
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Yeah, those suck.
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I still have several of those.
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Nice! The phone company came through here and removed the landlines a couple of years ago.
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WTH?!
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I know, right? They put in fiber optic cable and removed the phone lines at the same time.
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But. . . but. . .
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I have a phone but i barely use it.I only use it to take pictures mostly because it is hard to do that with a pc. My obsession is books. They must be molded to fit my hands i sometimes don’t hear people when they talk to me. because i get wraped up in my books.
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I’m the same way when I’m wrapped up in a good book. 🙂
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they just transport me to anouther world!
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They do indeed.
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🙂
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My phone is for–wait for it–making phone calls. OK, I do send texts, but that’s just a phone call with writing instead of speaking.
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I understand that many people like them, and many people need them for one reason or another. I happen not to need one, and since I’m scatterbrained and always misplacing things, I don’t see the point in having one more small, easy-to-lose object to keep track of. It would be more a source of anxiety to me than a convenience. 🙂
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Cellphones are a godsend for deaf or hard-of-hearing people: texting (and email) is a revelation that you can now, finally, effectively communicate with other people.
It’s a little better now that my hearing aids connect to my phone, so I can hear people, but in the bad old days I just dind’t communicate with people unless I was face-to-face, because those old landline phones had no volume control. (and due to a variety of factors, no one actually realized I was very hard of hearing until I was 16…)
Phone calls are just people murmuring things continuously that I vae to guess the meaning of.
Then again, I don’t do facebook or twitter on my phone either…
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I’m also hard of hearing, and I hate talking on the phone. Not being able to see someone’s face when I’m talking to him/her means that I miss about half of what he/she is saying, more if the person is a mumbler who never learned to enunciate. I much prefer writing, text messaging, or email.
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