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R. Linda:
STOPPPPPPPPPPP!!!
Stop saying, "Are you there yet?" I don't move until the end of the month. So I'm NOT there yet!
I will have something fun for you because I be sure the painful experience I be about to be subjected to in a few weeks -- YOU will find hysterically funny somehow. Seems Tink (Argie) is throwing a going away party for me and Tonya. Oh boy. She also wants to know when we are having a house warming so she can give us whatever peculiar thing it is she bought or made us. For joy! I don't know what is wrong with me, I still feel bad I told Tink I was moving and she burst into tears. I don't understand what in God's name is THAT wrong with me that I feel bad about it. I have nightmares of the crying Tink wandering into the forest in search of me. Begorrah me I need a psychiatrist even if I be smiling about it!
I said no house warming. I don't want one, but Ton thinks it might be fun and give us a break from all the shoveling we are going to be doing. Like I said, "I'm sure I'll be shovelling the forest, shovelling and more shovelling. Yessiree, stories on shovelling, lots and lots of shovelling stories."
ALSO -- I be NOT going to build a snowman and stand next to it wearing a Santa hat or a bearskin hat for that matter. You might as well get over that gory image right now, because I am NOT going to do it. As for getting caught in a blizzard with nothing but hot chocolate and Reddy Whip, THAT isn't going to happen either. AND having Tink there with us and turning into cannibals -- well begorrah me, I don't care if Tink tastes like chicken, I'd rather turn a head of lettuce on a rotisserie than invite thoughts of Tink turning on a spit. You are more warped than I am.
Like I said, there are bears. No, there will be no a bearskin hat. Ticks? Yes, there are those too and no there will be no tick shirts to go with the bearskin hats. I cannot bulk up, me metabolism won't let me. It's like this, it says no Gabriel you eat that and you still won't get fat. Those statements stand and that's that.
Adventurous spirit? I have none. As for traveling from Colorado with a blowup doll through a busy airport, that wasn't something I consciously arranged, it was a surprise by that Weasil person. Therefore, you can't credit me with THAT. And I didn't pass out under Tink's table at the Tinkderbelle party, THAT was in Colorado with the blowup dolly. I didn't mean to insult the man in green tights, it just happened. That he let me live well, I can't figure that out either. I could have been drinking piss out of that preserve jar and I wouldn't have known the difference, and me drinking out of one now is highly unlikely, even if I am wearing a shirt full of ticks and a bearskin hat. And YES, I would be taking that tick shirt off one tick at a time. ;)~
Your travelling back and forth, and back and forth, and back and forth is making you crazier than me. I be ever so happy you have surpassed me in mind losing. Congrats!
I like it when you talk crazy, makes me feel almost sane it does.
Gabe
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R. Linda:
STOPPPPPPPPPPP!!!
Stop saying, "Are you there yet?" I don't move until the end of the month. So I'm NOT there yet!
I will have something fun for you because I be sure the painful experience I be about to be subjected to in a few weeks -- YOU will find hysterically funny somehow. Seems Tink (Argie) is throwing a going away party for me and Tonya. Oh boy. She also wants to know when we are having a house warming so she can give us whatever peculiar thing it is she bought or made us. For joy! I don't know what is wrong with me, I still feel bad I told Tink I was moving and she burst into tears. I don't understand what in God's name is THAT wrong with me that I feel bad about it. I have nightmares of the crying Tink wandering into the forest in search of me. Begorrah me I need a psychiatrist even if I be smiling about it!
I said no house warming. I don't want one, but Ton thinks it might be fun and give us a break from all the shoveling we are going to be doing. Like I said, "I'm sure I'll be shovelling the forest, shovelling and more shovelling. Yessiree, stories on shovelling, lots and lots of shovelling stories."
ALSO -- I be NOT going to build a snowman and stand next to it wearing a Santa hat or a bearskin hat for that matter. You might as well get over that gory image right now, because I am NOT going to do it. As for getting caught in a blizzard with nothing but hot chocolate and Reddy Whip, THAT isn't going to happen either. AND having Tink there with us and turning into cannibals -- well begorrah me, I don't care if Tink tastes like chicken, I'd rather turn a head of lettuce on a rotisserie than invite thoughts of Tink turning on a spit. You are more warped than I am.
Like I said, there are bears. No, there will be no a bearskin hat. Ticks? Yes, there are those too and no there will be no tick shirts to go with the bearskin hats. I cannot bulk up, me metabolism won't let me. It's like this, it says no Gabriel you eat that and you still won't get fat. Those statements stand and that's that.
Adventurous spirit? I have none. As for traveling from Colorado with a blowup doll through a busy airport, that wasn't something I consciously arranged, it was a surprise by that Weasil person. Therefore, you can't credit me with THAT. And I didn't pass out under Tink's table at the Tinkderbelle party, THAT was in Colorado with the blowup dolly. I didn't mean to insult the man in green tights, it just happened. That he let me live well, I can't figure that out either. I could have been drinking piss out of that preserve jar and I wouldn't have known the difference, and me drinking out of one now is highly unlikely, even if I am wearing a shirt full of ticks and a bearskin hat. And YES, I would be taking that tick shirt off one tick at a time. ;)~
Your travelling back and forth, and back and forth, and back and forth is making you crazier than me. I be ever so happy you have surpassed me in mind losing. Congrats!
I like it when you talk crazy, makes me feel almost sane it does.
Gabe
Copyright © 2005 All rights reserved
