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There is a special place in hell for the people at almighty Google who run AdSense. I have written to Google so many times begging them to explain why I have not been paid my Blogger money. I am an old man and do not have the understanding to read the AdSense blogger reports on what my blog is doing. I write and write cause I love to write. Someone click on my blog address and you may want to buy my work.. My site on blogger is kingdavidsplace.blogspot.com. I feel as if I don't exist. Help already Google. Call me or write me . David

David's Place: Pissed At A Starbucks Toilet : There ought to be a law against people who go to a Starbucks bathroom, flush the toilet, turn on the hand blower, and then do not immediatel...

  Someone please do something about a scam phone operation called U.S.Pharmaceutical. They keep calling and calling all day long acting as if their orthopedic garbage promotional call had been requested.  The area codes from their seemingly unlimited phone lines all start with (718) and show New York as the location that the calls are coming from. Wake up New York officials or any other authorities who are aware of this abusive phone scam. No threats or demands requesting to be put on the do not call lists are honored. These animals are locked into to their phones obliviously making unlimited calls all day long. They are a bunch of subhumans who relentlessly dial away all day long torturing defenseless .people.  I would love to track down where their call centers are and yank away their phones. Then, I would like to find their own numbers and keep calling these creeps around the clock. Finally, I would like to find a way to legally destroy their businesses ...

Somebody please

There ought to be a law against people who go to a Starbucks bathroom, flush the toilet, turn on the hand blower, and then do not immediately open the door and leave.  It's so rude to professional Starbucks pissers who are listening to the hand dryer thinking they will be able to relieve themselves when the blower goes silent.  Just the other day I stopped at my favorite Starbucks which is on my delivery route. I had a fierce urge to take a piss. My old bladder was bursting.  I entered and looked at the single bathroom door and there was no one waiting to go in. Relief, I felt happy for a second. Then, I turned the handle of the door and it was locked. "Shit," I mumbled quietly.  I started swaying nervously waiting to hear the toilet flush. It did quickly, Then the hand blower started blasting away.  Ah. Thank goodness. Relief was a few seconds away. I then heard the blower turn off and I already had my hand on my zipper in anticipation of emptying my b...

  I woke up this morning in terror about my life. Broke and three days from being homeless thanks to my fucking girlfriend - ex-girlfriend. She gave me the boot just because my old dick won't go up all the time. Ok. Most of the time . Fine. Almost never. I get it. My dick is really a problem. But, its only been bad for 7 or 8 years.  No big deal I tell her. "That's right" she says. "Your dick used to be a big deal. Now its mush just like the person its attached to. You two belong together. Two worthless . I don't know.... Things.  Three days to find another sucker for free rent . Good luck. Your ex- main asset  is now as useless as rotten eggs"   I hobbled over to to  the computer table to take my pills. I glanced at the computer screen and my heart jumped.. I'm not too sharp but I do know a good deal when I see one. She thinks I'm dumb. Ha.  There it was. On the screen in big, bold print  an offer that said." We can make you wealthy wit...

Shit can happen at any time. When you are a 69 year old guy who is not in great health to begin with beware of potential failures in your major bodily systems especially the  gastrointestinal system (the bowels) when you do not have good control. I have had Irritable Bowel Syndrome, (IBS)  for a long time. That condition results in many episodes of stomach distress such as gas, bloating, constipation and diarrhea. Well, disaster struck a few days ago. I was driving on a busy Chicago st. when I felt bad gas pains. I knew diarrhea was coming quickly so I started looking for any structure with a toilet. I did not care where parked. I was ready to stop in the middle of the street. It was that bad. I spotted a building with a parking lot and pulled in. My load was about to explode as I opened the car door and bolted for the entrance of wherever I was.  I got about two steps and I knew I was a goner. The diarrhea exploded into my underwear soaking through my jeans. My stoma...