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You obviously have way too much free time on your hands and as such I advise you to respectfully join the workforce as any true gentleman would. Fooling about with the play things of children is all fine and dandy, but please sir, I commend you to get off your rump, dust off Mr. Graham’s telephonic device, and usher in a new era as cleric in one of the Dane County’s fine mutual banks.
It is no laughing matter for such a finely educated man as yourself to be doling around and about at your age without wife and children. What will the rest of the congregation say!?! I hear Mrs. Johansen’s son has grown to be a fine fellow, a fine fellow indeed if I do say so myself. Why it was not but just yesterday that she was speaking to me of the large plot of land that he has put aside for himself to build a foundation upon once his new office picks up in business. A foundation in the future! A godly man of the people that boy is.
Aha! But back to the picture at hand. This business you have in photography is no way for a man of this day and age to build his fortune and reputation on. No indeed, I foresee this trifling hobby of Mr. Johann Heinrich Schultz to be a fad, nothing more, nothing less. Why not try your hand in a marketable trade like in these miracle tonics that seem to be popping up all over the neighborhood? Why my young lad seemed to have something of a tepid row just the other day, coughing quite the fit. I had recently procured a strange little bottle of concentrated poppy flowers from a very knowledgeable chinaman going door to door. And I’ll be if the lad didn’t turn a blissful quiet, demanded more and more of the thickly syrup as the day wore thin. Was only three days ago, and the lad has gone through three bottles! Strange stuff those beautiful poppy plants. But this chinaman said it is all but natural (though I was a bit distraught at the prices that he started negotiating as my offspring violently succumbed into spasms of duress as his need for the elixir grew more and more. I shall have to talk our eastern friend about that…)
So lad, there it is. Playing with fantastical robots in the spirit of Mr. J. Vern is all well said and done, but I pray unto you, please try your hand at a more constructive avenue of thought whilst trying to make yourself desirable to potential empolyers
first off, it isn’t vintage. the transformers had a revival with that shit movie…i wish the children knew how much they were cheated. the mask does make some wicked sound effects! you speak and the mask turns it into mr. prime’s voice. combo that with a megaphone and ***BLAMO*** – pure magic.
second of all, i am in jefferson county, not dane and i made 40 bones moving a neighbor today so HA!!
Is that vintage? And in mint condition? And in the original box?
You might be able to retire on that puppy!! (Wait, do you actually have to be working to retire??? Guess that’s just a technicality)
Put that sucker in cold storage and presto! You got yourself a 401K. Bada Bing.
Dear sir,
You obviously have way too much free time on your hands and as such I advise you to respectfully join the workforce as any true gentleman would. Fooling about with the play things of children is all fine and dandy, but please sir, I commend you to get off your rump, dust off Mr. Graham’s telephonic device, and usher in a new era as cleric in one of the Dane County’s fine mutual banks.
It is no laughing matter for such a finely educated man as yourself to be doling around and about at your age without wife and children. What will the rest of the congregation say!?! I hear Mrs. Johansen’s son has grown to be a fine fellow, a fine fellow indeed if I do say so myself. Why it was not but just yesterday that she was speaking to me of the large plot of land that he has put aside for himself to build a foundation upon once his new office picks up in business. A foundation in the future! A godly man of the people that boy is.
Aha! But back to the picture at hand. This business you have in photography is no way for a man of this day and age to build his fortune and reputation on. No indeed, I foresee this trifling hobby of Mr. Johann Heinrich Schultz to be a fad, nothing more, nothing less. Why not try your hand in a marketable trade like in these miracle tonics that seem to be popping up all over the neighborhood? Why my young lad seemed to have something of a tepid row just the other day, coughing quite the fit. I had recently procured a strange little bottle of concentrated poppy flowers from a very knowledgeable chinaman going door to door. And I’ll be if the lad didn’t turn a blissful quiet, demanded more and more of the thickly syrup as the day wore thin. Was only three days ago, and the lad has gone through three bottles! Strange stuff those beautiful poppy plants. But this chinaman said it is all but natural (though I was a bit distraught at the prices that he started negotiating as my offspring violently succumbed into spasms of duress as his need for the elixir grew more and more. I shall have to talk our eastern friend about that…)
So lad, there it is. Playing with fantastical robots in the spirit of Mr. J. Vern is all well said and done, but I pray unto you, please try your hand at a more constructive avenue of thought whilst trying to make yourself desirable to potential empolyers
first off, it isn’t vintage. the transformers had a revival with that shit movie…i wish the children knew how much they were cheated. the mask does make some wicked sound effects! you speak and the mask turns it into mr. prime’s voice. combo that with a megaphone and ***BLAMO*** – pure magic.
second of all, i am in jefferson county, not dane and i made 40 bones moving a neighbor today so HA!!
rollin’ in it,
the bubble burster
hopefully the mask didn’t cost 40 bucks so you will have come out ahead.
the mask came with the house: F-R-E-E!!