🚀 go-pugleaf

Yeep!  That was supposed to go to Superchat, not the list.  Please accept
my humblest of apologies, and please also accept this ham as a token of my
esteem.

And now, to express my apologies for Signal-to-noise ratio further, here is
A.L.U. noted minor celebraty and all around fun time girl, Trudy Galloway.
Trudy?


"Wha?  Hey, nimrod!  The next time you're going to pass the damn mike to
someone, give them some war--"

Trudy.  We're live.

"Live?  You gave me a live mike to the list?"

Er....

"Helloooooooooooooooo Cleveland!  It's a sunny and balmy six degrees here
in Boston, and we're taking requests right now here on the Morning Zoo
Program -- yes!  Dorchester!"

"Hello?  Trudy?"

"Yes, you're on the Morning Zoo Program."

"Lemme just say, love your program--"

"We're wasting *valuable* time on the Morning Zoo Program!"

"Right!  My question's this.  Do you think the Red Sox are nuts or what?  I
mean, they had a dream team just--"

"Oh, sorry, Dorchester, but you've made one of the classic blunders.  You
*care* about Organized Sports!  JOEL, tell our hapless caller what he's
won!"

<<Well, it's kinda like a prize, only it hurts.  It's the Ronco Baseball
Thrown By Roger Clemons At Your Jaw(TM).  Back to you, Trudy.>>

"GUAHHHHHHHoooooohhh...."

"Man, I love it when the Caller doesn't get a chance to hang up before it's
too late.  So, we're coming up on news time here at the Morning Zoo
program.  And now, with the news -- it's Kid Solipsism.  Kid?"

"Today I decided that a number of events that have no bearing whatsoever on
my life would be `reported' so as to perpetuate the obvious myth that there
is any actual existance beyond the admittedly limited scope of my
perceptions.  As none of these have any true worth to my perpetual quest to
get out of this delusional fever dream, I see no reason to dignify them
with repeating.  Trudy?"

"Thanks, Kid.  Coming up after these commercials -- we wake up famous stars
by blowing up their lawns... after this."

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<sabre@awenet.com>          | Takes more than a License for a Gun.
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