Posted by Miss Marcia on January 28, 1999 at 19:40:59:
In Reply to: Re: Alarm and Consternation posted by S. Girty on January 28, 1999 at 18:31:37:
:S. Girty wrote:
: I hearn tell that my shadow was spotted in the forest. I've been away on the wartrail, having taken up the hatchet covered with blood [since when do I put it down? ;-) ]...
: Its been cold, windy, & rainy in these parts, and I look forward to the possum & blankets in the corn crib...
: Miss Marcia, if you see a faint glow from just inside the crib, you'll know its me enjoying an after dinner bowl of tobac'kee ;-)
: S. Girty
: [I can smell that possum already]....
Dear Mr. Girty,
Thank you for letting me know you'll be around tonight. I put out the word earlier that you were far from these parts, in the hopes that you'd be unmolested if you decided to drop by the ol' corn crib. The weather's not fit for man nor beast out there tonight, so I'm glad you can find some small shelter & warmth. Do enjoy the Possum Surprise I left for you.
By the by, Old Crone seems to think you and I have something "going" here, if you get my drift. Don't know where she got an idea like that, but I'll straighten her out later. The real problem is that there Dr. Mary person...she's been tellin' folks right and left that you & she were gonna have a Super Bowl Weekend in more ways than one, flounderin' around together in something she calls her "hottub!" I don't know where you're headed when you leave my corn crib, and as a well-bred, respectable lady, I wouldn't dream of asking, but...if I were you, I'd run FAR, run FAST from Dr. M, or you're liable to find yourself in hot water of a whole 'nuther kind! I know SOME men find those spike heels & leather outfits of hers irresistable, but she's nuthin' but trouble, I tell you! Why, what would MRS. Renegade say if she caught wind of such shenanigans? (Not that *I* would ever breathe a word, of course, but things like that DO have a way of being found out!)
No, you take Miss Marcia's advice and stick to burnin' and lootin' and pillagin'...it's safer that way.
Yours Most Graciously,
PS...I left a nice big slab of hog jowl, well salted, in a sack for you to take on the road when you leave. A man can't live on possum alone!
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