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"Kirby Cook" wrote:
Gordon Lee wrote:
"Kirby Cook" wrote:
Gordon Lee wrote:
"Mzzz Pnoopie Pnats" wrote:
Rob Evans wrote:
Your loss. You missed the truly awful: Bumblebees crowd your pistil. They lurk.
LMAO! Perfekt sig line!
Greetings Ms. Pants. . Wasn't there a band back in the '70s called Bumblebee & the Sex Pistils? If not, there should have been. (I voted for you.) Respectfully,
Gordon Lee Great Fritain Royal Memorabilia & Porcelain Throne Emporium I sent you a letter, but my printer ran out of ink. So what looks to you as several blank pages is in fact several pages of typing, but without the ink.
That would have been the melding of B. Bumble and the Stingers, and that other group, right? Twenty years or so between them, wasn't it? Hi, Mr. Lee. Hi, P. Hope your art and life are equally smashing.
Kirby
Greetings Mr. Cook. . Yup, at my age I can recognize the tune, but can't always remember the words, the name of the song, nor the artist(s). Most of the time I'm satisfied with just recognizing the tune. . I thought about you, Mr. Cook, during the last couple of weeks, with hopes that the fires didn't get too hot for you. Evidently you
survived.
Good. (I flew into Phoenix on the 2nd of November. The hazy ether over that city looked as if a giant bumble bee wafted grayish-yellow pollen from a gigantic California flower. Errrr ... not really. It
looked
like smog caused by smoke from a forest fire. Anyway, I'm glad you're safe.) . Respectfully,
Gordon Lee Great Fritain Royal Memorabilia & Smoke in UR Eyes Emporium "Pumpernickel" is derived from German words meaning "Devil's fart."
Hi, Gord! We were safe as hou... we were pretty safe. After a while, the flames that I could see from my back yard, and the ruddy midnight glow behind the close hills, went away. I heard that we were under an advisory evacuation order at one point, but I heard about it after the fact. I really liked J. Del Col's response to this thread. I'd like to think he was just making it up as he went along. There was a guy in another news group who had a rare and wonderful talent for doing just that. I think I'd like to try it sometime, but I'm afraid of my own possible disappointment. Speaking of which (talent, that is), I know you said all your sigs were cadged, but you do, in fact have an awesome talent for the ever-apropos quip. (sigh) It's good to see something other than a cross-post in here. Thanks. And thanks to you, too, P. Always.
Kirby
Greetings Mr. Cook. . Yes, I am happy that you and yours didn't have any direct contact with those flames and that the unheard evacuation advisory was not needed. . We experienced quite a turmoil during the IzzyBelle Hurricane Party. That naughty lass waltzed right through our neighborhood. She danced all night long and then left without helping to clean up the mess she made. The first thing she did was turn off the lights, and everything else that used electricity. That was a pretty good trick because our power lines are all underground. (One of the first trees to blow over uprooted and snapped the lines.) No big deal. I can handle that. . Then she kicked up her heels and flung a bunch of shingles off my roof. No big deal. I can handle that. . Leaves blown from the trees clogged the drain outside my basement door. Without electricity, the sump pump does not work. Luckily we discovered the water sneaking in under the door soon enough and were able to clear the drain before too much damaged was cause in the basement. (My seventeen-year-old son, Mutt, sleeps down there. The basement, therefore, is usually in a mess. Now, it was just a soggy-mess.) I can handle that. . For some reason, IzzyBelle decided to pick up the Lee-mobile off my driveway and deposit it upside down in my neighbors' back yard. No big deal. His yard was saturated with rain making his lawn nice and soft. The Lee-mobile didn't even get a scratch. . More trees were uprooted and were tossed about, one of which stuck it's limb through our living room window. That didn't upset me as much as it did the family of raccoons living in that tree. Those little critters can cause a lot of damage when they get upset. But not near as much damage when they get hungry and start scavenging for food. Our pantry looked like a hurricane hit it after those bandits got through dining. They must have still been a little bit hungry because for desert they chased our cat all through the house. After twenty or so laps through the house, every thing was in shambles. I didn't like that cat anyway. . I does sound like Mr. J. Del Col possesses a green thumb. I too, wish I had the talent to whip up a story on the fly and make it sound convincing. I guess I'll just settle being a spongy ole cadger. . Again, I am truly glad you escaped the fires that were pushed around by those Santy-Annie winds. . And oh, btw, no cross-posts, Lee-mobiles, rabid raccoons, nor kitty cats were harmed during the typing of this post. . Respectfully,
Gordon Lee Great Fritain Royal Memorabilia & Cat Mustard Emporium Even if the voices are not real they have some pretty good ideas.
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