The forgotten ones

[Mono1]

I've definitely got the biggest pecker in my pants. Which doesn't say anything about the rest of the population.

 

[Spitpatch]

My point is that sample size matters. I've definitely got the biggest pecker in my pants. Which doesn't say anything about the rest of the population.

So, how many are in there on a regular basis?

 

[solv3nt]

So, how many are in there on a regular basis?

Just the one, but you do you, I ain't judging.

 

[SpudBob]

Tax collector if I recall correctly…

Nope! Paul was a Jewish religious leader. A member of the Pharisee's. He was first known as Saul of Tarsus and also a Roman. Not a nice dude. Liked to kill/jail followers of Jesus. Then he had a visit by God on the Demascus road. Blinded him for several days and Changed his name and life forever!

 

[monks]

I gave a young couple with a kid and Michigan plates a few hundred bucks one day. They had a sign saying they were out of gas money. Boy did I feel took when I brought my wife into to town later that afternoon and they were still there holding a sign. I give to the church now.

 

[TTSX]

I like fairy tales too, guys. Like the fairly tale of homeless people seeing burning bushes and hearing voices in their heads and NOT thinking they have a mild case of poisoning from huffing raccoon poop. Or, you know, divine intervention. Whatever. If you give the homeless enough money, I'm sure they'll stop begging, right? Right?

 

[Spitpatch]

I like fairy tales too, guys. Like the fairly tale of homeless people seeing burning bushes and hearing voices in their heads and NOT thinking they have a mild case of poisoning from huffing raccoon poop. Or, you know, divine intervention. Whatever. If you give the homeless enough money, I'm sure they'll stop begging, right? Right?

Worked with a Texas boy for 25 years with the driest sense of humor outside the U.K. One of the women in the workplace was canvassing employees for some sort of charity around Christmas time. I observed Bill politely decline to contribute, as did I.

When she'd got out of earshot, I remarked at Bill's reticence. (Tongue in cheek hypocrisy on my part.)

He leaned forward, looked me straight in the eye, and said very seriously,

"Don't feed the Seagulls. They'll chit on your car."