🚀 go-pugleaf

Once more, I have nothing of value to say but, I shall not let that stop me
from posting.  It is the unwritten rule of newsgroups everywhere, "Those
with the leastest to say, postest the mostest."   I have a lot of people to
catch up with therefore, I will ramble inanely for a few minutes
contemplating the mysteries and subtleties of life.  I started to go on a
space adventure this weekend, but, after careful consideration, I thought
better of it.  You see, my little puppy dog always like to travel with me.
Have I ever told you about my dog?  His name is BoBo the Wonder Dog.   He
is so kewl!  I was afraid he would want to stick his head out the window on
the way home and it would burn up on reentry. I don't think it would be too
much fun to have a dog with a skull for a pet.  First of all, he would look
pretty yucky.  On top of that, the other dogs would quit trying to sniff
his butt and want to gnaw on his head.  I asked my friend Hambone what he
thought and he said that a dog with no legs would be much worse!   You
could never play fetch with him�unless you tossed him him and let the other
dogs bring him back. Hambone is such a smart guy. I think, one day, all the
trivial things he has done in his life are going to be noticed and, in
small way, they will be acknowledged as the greatest works of genius ever
performed by mankind.  That's not to say that womankind won't be as
impressed, although it seems I can never find one who sees the humor in the
greatest comedic minds of the 20th century, The Three Stooges. Oh gosh,
just think of the one where Curly messes up and Moe pokes him in the eyes.
That is too funny!!!   Almost too funny.  Which can be scary as well. What
if a joke was so funny that it was dangerous to tell it?  It could spell
the end of civilization.  With email and all, it would spread rapidly, each
recipient laughing themselves to death, forwarding the email on in a last
spasmodic gesture. Read your email carefully, it could be dangerous!! Maybe
the surgeon general should get involved and require a disclaimer on each
email sent. If you think so, copy this and forward it on to everyone named
Wellingsly in your mailing list. The life you save might be someone you
never met.

If you care to ponder such imponderables, feel free to join me in my own
little world�.or just send me an email.


Shhhhh.....listen!   The little voices are telling me it's time to go back
to work.