Thursday, December 22, 2005
Me and some of my friends have some albums out, including some Christmas stuff.
Check out our version of "Angels We Have Heard on High."
It's a scream, I tell ya. A late-night, sittin' on a fence post, howlin' scream!
Hey, ER bought some pipe tobacco the other night. He cut his usual snickerdoodle with one-fourth white burley. Is it still a threat to his R?
And he got something got a Gaelic blend, which has a little peat "whang" to it? Is that manly enough for my Sweet Baboo -- ahem, harumph, I mean, for my chief of staff, ER?
(ER is out on the front porch [such as it is, tiny thing where I used to sleep on a potholder], smokin' and is fixing to go find a steak supper somewhere with Dr. ER, when she gets home.)
I-T, been needing some dried cat gut for a project I'm doing. Tried using dried squirrel gut but it wasn't flexable or strong enough. Been looking for some feline road kill to fullfill my need but given your recent sass I might just wander up to ER's house while their gone out tonight and get me some fresh gut to use.
Do something to keep him off your computer. This crap's annoying.
Bloody stump. I giggled at that.
Merry Christmas, y'all