Re: Sonuva... GUN?

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: ONLY you, Doc!!!

: A VERY good laugh ... as usual!

: I'm off today, and wanted to write something to try to help & clear the air ... TOO many thoughts. So, instead, I played this absolutely AWESOME "Gettysburg" computer game. It's in real time, with excellent graphics, & little guys running around ... WHAT a blast! But, that's way off the track, isn't it?

: So, I have nothing brilliantly soothing to say; no great words of wisdom ... BUT, I did want to say two things:

: 1 - No, Marcia, you didn't open up the can (of worms), because ...

: 2 - This is a complex situation. SO, Dana, even though I'd like to explain, I won't. It goes back a long time; is cumulative; and to fully discuss & explain would invariably hurt some feelings, which would not be my desire or intent. I can see no way to avoid that, if I were to elaborate. I guess that's why I stopped when I did a few Sundays ago.

: 3 - Lick the wounds, please, & we can get on with it. (No, I never did say I could count!)

: Oh, by the way ... does anyone know what "rhetorical" means? Jeez!

: : What the HELL is going on here??? I step outside this morning
: : carefully dragging my intervenous hookup of black coffee
: : behind me, kicking aside the usual thimble of poo left
: : by the door, and a &*^%)**ing TOMAHAWK whizzes by my
: : *&^%##@ing nose and damn near parts my ^%$#ing hair
: : on the wrong &^%$*ing SIDE! DOC M DOES NOT ALLOW, REPEAT.
: : DOES NOT ALLOW BAD HAIR DAYS!! NONE!! *stomp! stomp! stomp!*
: : Then I hear a lot of yelling and rock-throwing by Bumppo's
: : and I see that Sheriff B. Twigg has tried to hire a scab
: : Town Crier...unfortunately he picked Dweebie Day-Lewis
: : who can't manage to navigate the many dark and twisted
: : sidetracks of Mohicanland, being blind as the proverbial
: : bat. The poor thing keeps turning in a circle and banging
: : into the side of the jail! Not to mention they had to come
: : up with a substitute bell, and all they could find was an
: : old bicycle horn. Therefore, all announcements made in 
: : Mohicanland are as follows: *HONK! THUD! OWW! HONK! THUD! OW!*
: : And now the crowd is turning on ME! They're screaming
: : STOP THE WAGON! STOP THE WAGON! Hey! I'm not ON the
: : wagon...and I mean that in every possible connotation!!! *hic!*
: : Well, now that you're all standing around and paying attention
: : to me, I just have one thing to say. Anybody have any
: : suggestions on something good to read? I haven't been
: : to the library in awhile and I could use...hey! Why is
: : everybody picking up those rocks and sticks and rotten
: : tomatoes??? Hey! Wait a minute!! Was it something I
: : said??? AAAGGGGGHHHHHH! HELLLLLP MEEEEE!!!!!

: : Doc M, running and pooting in a panic!


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