Posted on 05/30/2007 9:47:34 AM PDT by cposnarkey
Nice explosion, Frank! You’ve definitely got the RKBA spirit!
Howzit?
The political do was fun ... good food, free drinks, met some neighbors. Vlad was terribly upset that I left him for two hours, but after the Wild Thing Story he consented to nurse and go to bed.
The governor candidate seemed like a nice man. He gave us a free book. If I like the book, I’ll send him a contribution worth as much as the book, on principle.
Sincerity is important. If you can fake that, you've got it made.
*snert*
Don’t I know it! I fell for “Roger Lane for County Commissioner,” and I’m still kicking myself.
However, Fred Smith for Governor has several plusses. He’s endorsed by our local State Senator, whom I know well enough to trust, and other NC FReepers are offering generally positive opinions.
One of the bad things about the South is that even the crooks are nice, so it’s very hard to figure out whom to trust!
:Begins humming "I have a little list":
Aw...man. I had my truck parked in that lot...
Oops......
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Well.... mostly.
Karsh felt queasy, as if something were pulling his stomach sideways while shoving his skull through the floor.
Could have been due to the strange portalway that had just opened up nearby...
LOL!!
Hiya tulip!
Hi stephen!
Now that I made a long journey to this thread, I’m tired. So I better get some sleep.
Good night!
G’night sweetie!
undead doink for later.
I’m here, I’m here!
I can’t believe it, but I’m here!
Thanks for parkin’ yer rig in plain view, Tulip, ‘r I’d ‘a’ drove right on by th’ place & missed it completely.
We’ve had s’many ZOTS in th’ last month ‘r so; I can’t tell which one’s UT and which one’s just some hapless Roody Booster taking an E-ticket in one o’ J.R.’s hot-rod ACES II chairs.
WOO-HOO!!
I alluz get a kick outta th’ look on their face when th’ thing starts back down, an’ th’ ‘chute don’t deploy.
“Sorry, Buck-o! It’s surplus; it don’t come with a ‘chute! Happy landings! Try not ta hurt th’ ‘gators!”
Then they say th’ cussedest things! Mostly unprintable, though.
Heh-heh, yeah, ol’ Jim’s bo-ku in the practical humor department.
[looks around and whistles]
Danged fine digs we got this go ‘round, eh? I like th’ contrails purtick’larly; keeps me mindful that the airlines ‘re doin’ A-Okay. That’s good fer m’4-oh-ONE-kay, y’know.
I am gonna miss th’ stained-glass winders; they’s real purty an’ serene. Kinda reminded me o’ this one time back in nineteen-and-seventy-eight when I found me one o’ them bowlin’ balls; a sixteen pounder, as I recall. I’s walkin’ home from school, an’ there ‘t was by th’ roadside in th’ tall grass. Well, we all lived up in th’ hills, y’know, an’ we got ta playin’ around with that ball out ‘n th’ street. It warn’t but a minute ‘r two an’ danged if it hadn’t got away from us. Lookin’ back, it prolly warn’t the best idear ta put the little kids in charge o’ stoppin’ it at the bottom o’ th’ hill. Not a one of ‘em dared get ‘n th’ way of it, an’ it jist tore out into the main road, hung a big, arcin’ left, ‘celerated on downhill to’ards th’ ol’ four-lane highway, an’ —
D’you know that bowlin’ balls ‘s colorblind!?
Shore, an’ THAT’S a fact!
Why that durned thing... It ‘s goin’ like sixty when it got up ta th’ traffic lights, an’ never blinked ‘r even touched th’ brake a-tall. Jist went blowin’ right on through ‘gainst th’ red; Devil-may-care.
‘Course it’s strickly my guess, but if’n he’d ‘a been th’ one drivin’ that little furrin’ see-dan, Ol’ Scratch ‘d ‘a’ cared PLENTY; I’m tellin’ YOU.
Boy, an’ that ‘s one pow’r ‘f a mess. You never seen s’many little parts an’ pieces. Jist evr’where all over. They’d like ta never got ‘em all...
[takes a deep breath then sighs]
Yup. I shore am gonna miss them stained-glass winders.
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Oh, an’ I see we got us some visitors, here. Y’all settle in an’ enjoy yer time with us; we’ll be here all month.
[Gad, sounds like the tail end of a bad Vegas comedy act, don’t it, ‘Face?]
Anyways, hep yerselves to the bar; commissary’s open 24/7, an’ don’t wander off with the RE-mote if’n ya decide ta spend time in the video lounge. Th’ cleanin’ crew charges extry fer RE-mote recov’ry.
Oh, yeah, an’ steer clear o’ what look to be dust bunnies. Y’know how we come from dust, ‘n’ return thereto? Well, some o’ them “dust bunnies” ‘s turned out ta be folks either a-comin’ ‘r a-goin’ but we hain’t figger’d out jist yet how ta tell. Least not ‘zackly. ‘Course, others of ‘em is jist reg’lar ol’ dust bunnies, which is pretty nice folk ‘f ya don’t agitate ‘em. Throw out some fresh meat now ‘n’ again an’ they’ll regard ya right kindly. Jist rememmer ta warsh yer mitts real good so’s ya get th’ smell off ya. Ya don’t want any of ‘em follerin’ ya ‘round droolin’. ‘At’s enough ta give ya the heebie-jeebies.
To quote my all-time favorite movie:
“Nice story Bodie. I noticed you’ve stopped stuttering.”
“I’ve been giving myself shock treatments.”
“Up the voltage.”
In my house when certain things occur it is mandatory that certain movie quotes be deployed. Not that you need shock treatments. I mean, I’ve never even met you. Although judging by who you hang out with. Or is that judging by with whom you are hanging out?
Anyways, good morning everyone.
Morning, all. I wonder if shock treatment would help my toe? “James, bring that number-beeber over here for a minute!”
Oh, dear. James is running a GPS tracker on the number-beeber. I suspect Pat took some parts out of the old computer. (Maybe that’s why it doesn’t work.)
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