Is it still a Freudian Slip when you purposely hand a slider fer yer buddy Landru to whack outta the ballpark?! Fact is, I'm gonna have a Feast Fer Justice on the Saturday after Thanksgiving...than begin my Fast Fer Justice the next day in which I will refrain from eating solid food for however long it takes to get the Powers-that-Be to INDICT FairyPUNK McAuliffe!! How long did Ghandi stop eating?! And he was a skinny little dude to start with...I should be able to go AT LEAST twice as long as Ghandi just based on Pure Existing Girth alone!!
FReegards...MUD
I suppose not.
In keeping with the analogy then?
You had me swinging at air.
...but that's *only* strike-one. {g}
I *had* skylights; big ones...lots.
They're going to be boarded over, though.
In anticipation of your...dropping-in?
btw; make note: the meat's being exferred to the same refridgerated vault my wife's furs are stored in.
Sorry; ya should've kept the yapper shut.
After all, Mud; forewarned "is" forearmed, eh. :o)
Quite Sincerely...MUD