The Terms:
Landru: They go after the punk, say, within the next year beginning today...Tuesday August 13th, 2002? "I'll FedEx ya a case of Hienekens, a case of Milwaukee's finest bratwursts (fresh from the elfs at Usinger's ~you'll have to supply your own buns & condiments...), & a box of Garcia & Vegas' best."
Slim: Yer on, my FRiend...beer, brats and stoagies will provide much motivation fer the late night FReepin' excapades!!
Landru: "If they *don't*?? I'd like to know what I'll be getting from the Mud Cave out there in ol' Virginny?"
Slim: Hmmmm...on the unlikely chance that our efforts fail, I'll gladly send you a case of Legends Ale (good stuff from the local microbrewery), a big ol' Smithfield Ham, and a box of Macanudos.
Slim: T-Mac's goin' DOWN!!
Slim: FReegards...MUD
The Status:
Today, November 13, 2002, marks the end of the first quarter of this infamous bet from Black IX. As the appointed judge, I, the fair and unbalanced Sultan, do hereby report that on Day 121 of this year-long wager, Terry McAuliffe has not been indicted. Therefore, Landru is winning, (unfortunately).
Mudboy Slim continues his losing ways.
Did they teach you how to read a calendar in Happy Valley, my FRiend?! LOL...good analysis, but I'm surprised that someone wise enuff to become a Sultan doesn't realize that Landru's gonna be sending me brewskis, brats, and stoagies well before the fiscal year's up...MUD
Yes, he most certainly appears to be, doesn't he?
When his time could be better spent proffering *some* kind of "settlement" -- subject to our Judge's approval, of course -- if for no other reason?
The Mud Children.
But alas; the human psychy is something to behold.
Working its *mysterious* ways with our financially ruined dear friend & compatriot, Mudboy Slim.
...as he suffers some mighty deep, deep denial. :o)