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R. Linda:
Strange you mention the fur hat and the vodka shots. Tonya has said the same thing. She said she could picture yours truly in this Russian baroque-type living room with the dark heavy furniture and studded leather tooled chairs, kicking back shots of vodka and yelling, "Harasho!" The word means "I'm good!" Or so she tells me.
She even mentioned me dressed in baggy balloon pants and calfskin boots, embroidered shirt with big puffy sleeves in rust colour coordinates. I was like WHAT? If the pants were gold, I could pass myself off as MC Hammer. Worse, she could picture me sitting on some big stuffed ornate pillow with tassels. Cross-legged, chest high to the coffee table with shot glasses lined up in a row as I banged them back. I was horrified. This be how she sees ME? Really? Seriously? Do I come off like that?
You're all a bunch of nutters and here I be trying to make a move and you all think it is freaking funny. I ask you now, how fair is that? I'll get even with you all I swear I will. And that Weasil will be the first to fall because he has been sending me doctored pictures of me on a Mongolian nag with a huge hat that he told me is made from YOUR hair! You don't know what he is capable of. He's a menace to my health and those in that chemist shop I can tell ya. And to your hair, you don't know the hours of enjoyment he gets poking fun.
As Tonya says they say in Russia -- Paka!
Gabe
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R. Linda:
Strange you mention the fur hat and the vodka shots. Tonya has said the same thing. She said she could picture yours truly in this Russian baroque-type living room with the dark heavy furniture and studded leather tooled chairs, kicking back shots of vodka and yelling, "Harasho!" The word means "I'm good!" Or so she tells me.
She even mentioned me dressed in baggy balloon pants and calfskin boots, embroidered shirt with big puffy sleeves in rust colour coordinates. I was like WHAT? If the pants were gold, I could pass myself off as MC Hammer. Worse, she could picture me sitting on some big stuffed ornate pillow with tassels. Cross-legged, chest high to the coffee table with shot glasses lined up in a row as I banged them back. I was horrified. This be how she sees ME? Really? Seriously? Do I come off like that?
You're all a bunch of nutters and here I be trying to make a move and you all think it is freaking funny. I ask you now, how fair is that? I'll get even with you all I swear I will. And that Weasil will be the first to fall because he has been sending me doctored pictures of me on a Mongolian nag with a huge hat that he told me is made from YOUR hair! You don't know what he is capable of. He's a menace to my health and those in that chemist shop I can tell ya. And to your hair, you don't know the hours of enjoyment he gets poking fun.
As Tonya says they say in Russia -- Paka!
Gabe
Copyright © 2004 All rights reserved
