Move Over

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What would it take to get you to move?

From this chair?  Lunch.

From this house?  A better house.

From this country?  A green card.

From this planet?  The dulcet tones of Captain Jean-Luc Picard.  He could persuade me to do anything.

If someone you trusted offered you $1000 to move to a different city, would that be enough?

Could I take my lunch with me?

Upon reflection, no.  That would barely cover the moving costs; especially to Betazed.

Would you need other things: the promise of friends or better weather?

I have friends; even some real ones.  Global warming will catch up in Stockport eventually, so I won’t need that.

What would they need to offer you before you’d instantly say yes?

A job.

Or if you already want to move, what would it take to get you to stay?

A job.

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Actually, I love moving house.  I love the clear-out that moving house always entails.  I like putting things into boxes, putting their contents into lists in a pretty little yellow notebook, and putting the boxes with their labels (Kitchen/Bedroom/Lounge etc) into the new rooms in the new house.

The junk gets sorted into categories:

• Charity
• Recycling
• Sell
• Garbage

And sub-categories:

• Charity: Clothes/Bric-a-brac/Books
• Recycling: Bottles & Cans/Paper/Green Waste
• Sell: Whatever I Don’t Need/Large Unused Items/The Hub’s Stuff
• Garbage: Tat/Junk/The Hub

Hmm.  Ask me the question again.

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Joke 126

Thanks to Viewfromtheside for this one.

I was at a cashpoint yesterday when a little old lady asked if I could check her balance. Not being one to disappoint, I pushed the old dear over.