Underground freepmail campaign by unknown disgruntled FReeper

freepmail | 01/16/2011 | Mrs Dogood

[onyx]

Of course I do, but did you see he pinged Mrs Dogood to the song “This Country Boy Will Survive”? She’s the one I meant.... she sent the mail invitations this morning to the chosen. I omitted her from my re-ping.

[Brad’s Gramma]

Every other one, bright neon green, Baby!

[WVNan]

Ohhhh, that’s an old favorite of mine.

[Brad’s Gramma]

testing.

[The Cajun]

JimRob should dedicate this old Lynyrd Skynyrd song to Mrs. Dogood, has a great line in it at the end "Don't ask me about my business and I won't tell you goodbye"
Don't ask me about business

[Brad’s Gramma]

Nope. Didn’t work.

[Brad’s Gramma]

Testing?

[WVNan]

Oh, I don’t think I got the infamous freep mail. Guess I don’t rate with Dagwood...dogwood, whoever..

[abbyg55]

...it requires you to give your email address to register.... She claims JimRob is a tyrant but she wants to be able to track every post back to an individual.

More likely to sell the email addresses to advertisers since a steady revenue stream seems to be his/her top priority.

[Brad’s Gramma]

I give up. I have NO clue...

[Semper Mark]

A Bocephus Bump for the FReepathon!

[Jim Robinson]

The Highwaymen - Help Me Make It Through The Night

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Hle_obX-2I&feature=related

[WVNan]

Good, you must be taking the meds then. Off the meds they would all be green. Whew..

[Brad’s Gramma]

It’s “MRS.” DaisyMae, Dagwood, whatEVER, and I didn’t get the FRmail either.

[onyx]

None of us did.
Sorry for the misunderstanding (((WVNan)))
Jim pinged her... it was pretty funny. I thought you knew.

[Brad’s Gramma]

Help Me Make It Through The Night

LOL!!!!!!!! *sniff*

[onyx]

Busted flat in Baton Rouge, headin’ for the train,
Feelin’ nearly faded as my jeans.
Bobby thumbed a diesel down, just before it rained;
Took us all the way to New Orleans.
I took my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna,
And was blowing sad while Bobby sang the blues.
With them windshield wipers slappin’ time,
And Bobby clappin’ hands,
We finally sang up every song that driver knew.

Freedom’s just another word for nothing’ left to lose:
Nothin’ ain’t worth nothin’ but it’s free.
Feeling good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues.
Feeling good was good enough for me;
Good enough for me and Bobby McGee.

From the coal mines of Kentucky to the California sun,
Bobby shared the secrets of my soul.
Standin’ right beside me, Lord, through everything I’ve done,
Every night she kept me from the cold.
Then somewhere near Salinas, Lord, I let her slip away,
Lookin’ for the home I hope she’ll find.
And I’d trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday,
Holdin’ Bobby’s body next to mine.

Freedom’s just another word for nothing’ left to lose:
Nothin’ left is all she left for me.
Feeling good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues.
Buddy, that was good enough for me;
Good enough for me and Bobby McGee.

La da da la la na na na
La da da na na.
La la la da, Me and Bobby McGee.
La la la la la da da da
La la la da da.
La la la da, Me and Bobby McGee.

La la la la la na na na
La la la da da.
La da da da, Me and Bobby McGee.
La la la la la da da da.................

To fade

[Brad’s Gramma]

Meds? Oh crud.

(I’ll be back in a bit.....)

[jazusamo]

The Highwaymen - Me And Bobby Mcgee

YEAH!

[WVNan]

I KNOW that, dipstick. I was being funny. I thought it was funny. You didn’t?