Russell Gayer, author speaker
Well, another graduation season came and went without me being invited to speak at commencement ceremonies. I didn’t expect to get a call from Harvard, Yale, or Notre Dame, but I was looking forward to sharing one of my famous motivational messages with students and parents from a smaller institute of learning, such as The Academy of Spoiled Rotten Brats.
After all, Perry served as keynote speaker at The College of Jewish Curmudgeons, Rochelle addressed the graduating seniors at Cake Decorators Anonymous, and Kent presented balloon-animal diplomas to those receiving doctorates from the Kansas Clown Academy. I suppose I’m in good company though. Bill Cosby wasn’t invited to speak this year either.
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Dear Diary,
Uncle Doug stayed with us today while Mommy and Daddy went to the Parent Teacher conference. He took me and Sissy on a treasure hunt.
“You gotta dive deep if you wanna get the good stuff,” says Uncle Doug. He put on a big helmet and told us to pull all the cushions off the couch. Then, he dove in with nothing but his feet sticking out. Sissy got scared.
He came out with a fist full of coins and a black disk he calls a 45. Next week, he’s taking us to the dumpster behind Toys R Us.
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Lucky kids, learning life skills from a pro. I bet Uncle Doug can find 1/2 a cigarette butt in a sewer drain with the best of them. I watched a street gypsy in Granada, Spain meticulously reuse the remains of found cigarette butts to mix with her dwindling weed to create a fancy tobacco/weed combo. It was fascinating and resourceful. Oh and I liked your flash fiction.
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I made some half & half cigarettes to enjoy in the smoking area (no such thing these days) at high school when I was a senior. No one was the wiser and it certainly made my next period class more fun. As I recall, they invited Cheech and Chong to speak at our commencement ceremony.
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Good to know although I don’t tolerate either drug. cough cough cough
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Guess what I found buried deep within my sofa cushions? An old girlfriend! I thought she’d dumped me! However I wasn’t wrong; once I revived her she did dump me and she took all that change with her too. And it’s The College of Jewish Youngmudgeons. Get it right!
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I bet your girlfriend’s name was Mona and it took you all night to revive her with a bicycle pump.
Youngmudgeons? Now, now, Perry. We all know better than that.
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HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Brilliant! I could see it happening … and I’m STILL trying to “unsee” it!
Five out of five balloon poodles. 😀
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Isn’t the Clown Academy located at Leavenworth?
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No, just the License Plate Academy.
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Dear Bubba,
One has to be on their guard with Uncle Doug and his black disc. Nothing like dumpster diving to get your stink on. Perhaps you heard my address to Cake Decorators Anonymous. I really spread it on thick. 😉
Shalom,
Nadia
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Dear Nadia,
I did hear your address. It was not only sweet, but colorful as well. I especially enjoyed your 12 Step program on how to become addicted to the use of purple icing.
Uncle Doug seems to carry a disk with him everywhere he goes. I do wish he’d come visit again. I miss that old fart.
Bubba
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Yeah. That makes two of us.
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Brilliant 🙂 I like Uncle Doug!
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Me too. He’s a fun guy.
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Oh I think you can learn a lot… You have to do some in-house training before doing real dumpster diving i guess… it’s a learning process. Love the diary form…
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Yes, I agree. And couches are the perfect training ground. Unfortunately, there is usually some nasty, two-year-old petrified food pieces in there also. A helmet and gloves is a good idea.
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Heheh. I wonder what else could be found in that sofa. Uncle Doug is an artist. Great fun.
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That’s part of the fun, but don’t be surprised to find something that’ll make you gag.
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Loved this, Russell! I think Uncle Doug should ensure all wear gloves… M&Ms do eventually melt…
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So, you’re the one who’s been eating M & Ms on the couch. Is that your popcorn too?
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I cannot tell a lie…
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Ah, Dale “George Washington” Rogerson.
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Love it! Made me want to check under my cushions. Well done. @sheilamgood at Cow Pasture Chronicles
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Be careful, Sheila. Who knows what danger lurks beneath those upholstered bun warmers.
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Thanks for warning! I don’t know what I was thinking. ?🙂
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i commend him for wearing a helmet. he needs it to protect what’s left of it. 🙂
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Hopefully, he has an air hose or oxygen tank as well.
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Uncle Doug sounds like a guy you could have fun with. They don’t make many uncles like that nowadays. Good one.
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Oh, I don’t know. I thought I was a pretty fun uncle, but then all my nieces and nephews grew up and became adults. Leaving me as the only child.
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Hilarious, Russell. Removing the cushions would be my limit. I won’t dive further than that. I’ve watched so many CSI programs on TV I’d be afraid to dumpster dive anymore. Uncle Doug sounds live a fun guy. That’s a good way to supplement his retirement fund. Well done. 😀 — Suzanne
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Are you thinking there might be some murder weapons in there?
Uncle Doug is a fun guy. Unfortunately, people don’t carry cash like they used to and it’s really cut down on the amount coins you can find in couches and underneath car seats. We used to raid the furniture and the cars and get at least 3 or 4 dollars.
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good luck for deep dive in dumpster
http://obliqview.blogspot.in/2016/06/terror-attack-photo-prompt-douglas-m.html
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Uncle Doug is a fun guy. I sure do miss him!
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Me too.
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ha ha. Good one. Uncle Doug is a special character.
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You have a wild imagination, Russell. Hilarious story, as always.
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My grandfather would have loved Uncle Doug. He took me to the dump every Saturday when I was young and still willing to go on such adventures with old men. Those were the days when the dump was just an open pile of everything people didn’t and did want. My grandfather dumped the stuff he went there to dump and then scoured the place for treasures with “The Dump Guy” (aka the Management or the Curator). I stayed in the car, tried not to listen as my grandfather asked how much The Dump Guy would pay for me, and swatted Kamakzi flies. Let’s make America great like that again, eh?
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