🚀 go-pugleaf

REDACTOR REDUX! Coming soon: a boldfaced lie to make up for the fear
that I'm beginning to lapse too close -- but then you don't really want
to hear any of this, do you?

                              M

*** Comments from MIGHT AS WELL; CAN'T DANCE:
Oh no, please - do go on!
I think I'm beginning to see what you mean.
Correct me if I'm wrong (in a gentle way, of course.  Hair-tousling,
for example, as opposed to goosing), but if I understand you correctly
you are pleading for help, yes (and certainly nothing like a full body
slam - on second thought, maybe you shouldn't correct me.  I'll tell
you what: just accept it that I'm right.  Okay?)?
I once had a similar   oh, affliction when I ran the Swamp Gas For
President campaign back in that damnable year The Powers That (Still)
Be elected President that chattering magpie of a snook, Ronald Wilson
Reagan.  I screamed until I was hoarse (My God!) look at his name, for
Christ's sake!  There are six letters in each name!  Doesn't that
jangle any brainbells?  I mean, Jeez (getting a little more cozy here),
look into his EYES!  Hello?  Hello?
Operator we've been disconnected!
Ridiculous, she said, if that were so, then I wouldn't be hearing this
now then, would I?
Who are you calling "Woodeye", Harelip?  I snarled, slamming the
receiver down and leaping into one of those tv detective roll-and-fire
kind of configurations.
Consult your Bible.


There's more, but you really don't want to hear this.  I'm cutting you
loose.  Setting you free.   Fly away now, little titbird.  And
remember

Only YOU Can Prevent Forest Fires

(I wonder how many delusions of grandeur THAT slogan begat?  But I
digress from my appointed leave-taking.  Sod off now, there's a good
filthy bugger.)


In Deepest Admiration Of Your Pompous Loquacity
Honk Honk,

Merciful Lee Dickens