Posted on 07/09/2003 5:01:44 PM PDT by PJ-Comix
From PeepPeep@WebTV.net
Sweet Jesus, gang, things have taken SUCH a turn for the worse that I've been thrown for a loop & knocked down with a feather this day!!
Hell, YES!!
THIS gal decided to throw ALL apprehensions to the wind & attend services this Sabbath-Sunday *despite* the snide looks I KNEW I'd get from the tongue-clucking townfolk who've got THIS gal pinned down as some kind of drunk 'n' dreaming lush!!
(A-holes!!)
So, I donned my Sabbath-day best -- my pleated white skirt & matching short-sleeved blouse (w/ the Peter-Pan collar) -- gathered up my two pumkins (who, natch, I *also* dolled up special) & marched w/ head held-high straight out the front door, down the stoop and t'wards the Lord's house.
And how!!
(Since my nerves were still a TAD jangled, I decided it best to NOT drive, but walk the three blocks, instead.)
Well, shoosh, as I was jaunting down Pine Street, I thought it was DANG odd that I couldN'T see the church steeple over the houserow. (?!) I kept darting glances up to check & double-check (*&* wipe my eyes to make sure they weren't playing tricks on me), but, heck, it just wasN'T there, gang!! I was going to mention it to my pumkins, but, for the first time, I began to doubt my OWN sanity & thought, Sweet Word, I'd better not upset them ANY more than they've ALready been upset.
So, with my heart in my throat, I cont'd walking chilled-like 'til we arrived at the church-green, when LO & behold, babies, the church WAS GONE-- disappeared, vamoosed!! -- & ZIP was left but a wide-spread, smouldering pile of .... ashes!!
Well, WHAT the -- ?!
I stood there shell-shocked for a few minutes, vaguely heard my pumkins gasping & then bent down, swooped them up & began walking back t'wards home JUST as police sirens began wailing in the distance.
While hustling home, we bumped into Nellie Dwyer who informed me (by way of a hyperventilation attack) that our precious church was the victim of arsonists last nite. (!!)
Well, I put my pumkins down, grabbed their hands & the three of us began sprinting for home when, Saints preserve us, we saw the ENtire police & fire-forces surrounding MY precious homestead w/ sirens blaring & light flashing!!
I don't know WHY I didn't just drop dead-away on the spot, sugars. Only pure adrenaline & concern for my babies was keeping THIS gal vertical & forward-moving!!
Anywho, to make a long, traumatic story short, the Feds are investigating the arson & they *kept* asking me about the group of six I served at the diner, but, hell, from the way they're talking I STILL ain't sure the *six* are the suspects or THIS gal is the suspect. (?!)
The ONE nerve I have left is frazzled, my tear-ducts are drained, my heart's skipping beats *&* I'm having trouble taking in air this day!!
PLEASE hold a good thought for THIS gal & her townfolk as the Antichrists' Army is *apparently* making a beach-head in the bootheel of Missouri (WHY, Lord?!) *&* setting THIS gal up as some kind of patsy for only HELL KNOWS WHAT!!
Horror hugs, Janice, who just got off the horn w/ her ex-lover/politico who (thank God!!) is a lawyer & is flying to town to keep these g-danged Keystone Kops OFF my put-upon hiney while my ex-lover/shrink is being an Angel & Fed-Exing me some horse-strength tranqs.
In the meantime, Rev. Beecham has turned apostate & is chit-chatting w/ the Romanist archdiocese up in St. Louie about "exorcising demons" while Mrs. Beecham just pulled a Ruth Ellis & smashed up all the gin bottles at Mike's Wayside Inn.
Lord help us ALL!!
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Janice lives in the Missouri Bootheel and here is her colorful account about the burning of her church. And DON'T be offended by her writing style and hit that abuse button. You sort of have to know Peeps to know she means no offense. She's just....colorful.
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There is NOBODY like Peeps. And don't let that hometown Missouri Bootheel writing style fool you. She is INCREDIBLY intelligent. Actually I would rate her intelligence as being offscale. Another funny thing about her is the MANY bizarre situations she gets into. This is but an example. Have you seen her Mother's Day story yet? It is a classic! Easily the FUNNIEST Mother's Day story ever written.
I've been BEGGING Peeps for years to write a newspaper column but to no avail. Actually her stuff might be too strong for family newspapers but....I GUARANTEE such a column would be the MOST POPULAR column ever written.
I have indeed.
But then, he could actually write.
I do an ENORMOUS amount of reading (check out my Freeper Reading Club) and I can tell you that Peeps is the BEST writer (short story) that I have ever read on the UseNet. And believe me, I am incredibly fussy about writing styles. I used to edit a magazine and virtually ALL of the submissions sent in I rejected immediately. So when a once-in-a-generation writer like Peeps comes along, I become a big fan of that writing style.
So I guess this character has a history with the local townfolk?
Yeah. Peeps lives somewhere in the Missouri Bootheel and works and hangs out at Mike's Wayside Inn. It is from there that her (mis)adventures emanate. One time it was a trip to Paris, Texas that ended up in Paris, France. Other times she takes off on world tours with her "pumkins." One classic story was about a massive Mothers Day food fight she had with her gun control supporting German sister-in-law. Peeps, as you can see in this story, has had all kinds of boyfriends tucked away all over the world. One time she stayed at the Chateau of an ex-boyfriend in Switzerland and had bizarre misadventures there.
On the UseNet Peeps arouses either downright hate or (in the case of NYC GOP Chick and me) complete awe. One thing about Peeps, love her or hate her, she will NEVER bore you. And just when you think she can't possibly add to her many misadventures, a new one (such as this one here) will pop up. Peeps has quite an underground following on the UseNet. I only wish a book of her many postings were published.
She has THOUSANDS of them on the UseNet. I could definitely see a TV series about her with Mike's Wayside Inn as the anchor to the show.
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