OSA Meet Up

[aarondhgraham]

Crap!

Just got a call from my audiologist office,,,
They had an early opening for a fitting.

Can't pass on it,,,
It would be two weeks before another slot.

Aarond

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[turkeyrun]

Coffee smells like skunk booty.
I like the smell of skunk booty but not the taste of coffee.
I read here there are sweets there so I am in for now.

I love donuts, it would be nice if they had those and whole milk.

Donut hole and milk whole?

I do like BRC, even with disagreement of some politics.
I would attend, but I have to leave here by 7:00 am to make it and a Dr appointment at 11:30 in Lawton prevent my participation.

Thanks for setting this up. I'm all in for a get together, just need some cooperation from my schedule.

Semantics question; person doesn't support BRC. Is showing up and having coffee, supporting BRC, if somebody else pays for it?

Still wish I could make it. Worth the trip just for those "special" cookies. Enjoy

 

[turkeyrun]

I’ll be the old fat guy. Can’t miss me.

That would be 90% of those attending.

 

[elwoodtrix]

DUDE! Do you that chit for a living? If not you sure have quite the knack. Got anything for the bidums?

ChatGpt is free and you can do your own. I changed a few things and the poem that chatgpt spit out almost the exact same first line, LOL.

In a town where beans brew strong and bold,
Where friendships thrive, and stories are told,
The postmaster, a leader in mail's embrace,
Organized a gathering, a warm coffee space.

At Black Rifle Coffee, they'd convene,
A place where camaraderie's truly seen,
With a mission to bond, to laugh, and to share,
Postmaster's heart, generosity, laid bare.


Invitations sent with stamps that inspire,
Each recipient's heart leaped higher and higher
A coffee get-together, a splendid affair,
Where friends would unite, love filling the air.


Postmaster's touch, meticulous and neat,
Ensured every detail was truly complete,
From the latte art to the pastries so sweet,
A delightful spread, a community treat.

The sunlit morning, the aroma so rich,
Friends gathered 'round, not missing a stitch,
In this coffee haven, their souls would unite,
A celebration of friendship, pure and bright.

As mugs clinked together, laughter took flight,
In the warmth of Black Rifle, hearts felt just right,
The postmaster, their anchor, their guide,
Had orchestrated this joyous coffee ride.

With gratitude in their hearts, they all knew
, That friendship like this is precious and true,
For the postmaster's gesture, their thanks did flow,
In Black Rifle Coffee, where memories would grow.
So let's raise our cups to the postmaster's grace,
To friendships forged in this welcoming place, In the world of coffee
where stories unfurl, At Black Rifle Coffee, the heart of the swirl.

 

[Pstmstr]

Hope to see some of you there. Regular coffee is on me for anyone there by 9:30. I’ll be the tall skinny old fart with a limp and an OSA camo hat on. They’ve got plenty of space inside and a patio area I think.

 

[THAT Gurl]

Hope to see some of you there. Regular coffee is on me for anyone there by 9:30. I’ll be the tall skinny old fart with a limp and an OSA camo hat on. They’ve got plenty of space inside and a patio area I think.

I'm still planning on coming. What kind of cookies do you want?? Seems like it's the least I can do since you took on herding these cats.

 

[Pstmstr]

I'm still planning on coming. What kind of cookies do you want?? Seems like it's the least I can do since you took on herding these cats.

A nice thought but I think they might frown on outside food. Some chocolate chip stashed in my car might work though. I'm just trying to get them there. Herding ain't happening. Maybe I just start an argument, then sit back and watch.

 

[Pstmstr]

ChatGpt is free and you can do your own. I changed a few things and the poem that chatgpt spit out almost the exact same first line, LOL.

In a town where beans brew strong and bold,
Where friendships thrive, and stories are told,
The postmaster, a leader in mail's embrace,
Organized a gathering, a warm coffee space.

At Black Rifle Coffee, they'd convene,
A place where camaraderie's truly seen,
With a mission to bond, to laugh, and to share,
Postmaster's heart, generosity, laid bare.


Invitations sent with stamps that inspire,
Each recipient's heart leaped higher and higher
A coffee get-together, a splendid affair,
Where friends would unite, love filling the air.


Postmaster's touch, meticulous and neat,
Ensured every detail was truly complete,
From the latte art to the pastries so sweet,
A delightful spread, a community treat.

The sunlit morning, the aroma so rich,
Friends gathered 'round, not missing a stitch,
In this coffee haven, their souls would unite,
A celebration of friendship, pure and bright.

As mugs clinked together, laughter took flight,
In the warmth of Black Rifle, hearts felt just right,
The postmaster, their anchor, their guide,
Had orchestrated this joyous coffee ride.

With gratitude in their hearts, they all knew
, That friendship like this is precious and true,
For the postmaster's gesture, their thanks did flow,
In Black Rifle Coffee, where memories would grow.
So let's raise our cups to the postmaster's grace,
To friendships forged in this welcoming place, In the world of coffee
where stories unfurl, At Black Rifle Coffee, the heart of the swirl.

I just threw up a little in my mouth.

 

[THAT Gurl]

A nice thought but I think they might frown on outside food. Some chocolate chip stashed in my car might work though. I'm just trying to get them there. Herding ain't happening. Maybe I just start an argument, then sit back and watch.

Pecans or no??

 

[Bocephus123]

No throwing chairs!