You're in town

From the fevered brain -- well, mine -- that brought you "Doc and Spup's Big Wedding" and "Mr. Jones and Me," "You're in town" posted at www.joesnxnw.com.

Toot-toot. Hey, that's my horn.

Joe

 

Now that Tolstoy hath spoken, I gotta take a p... oh, never mind. ;D

I can see the personality that the others that went with you to Vegas came from. Nice.

 

BLOGS!!!!!

 

What a fantastic close. Great work, Joe.

 

It's comforting to know that the waterworks clam up on the best of us from time to time.

By and large, however, I'm the opposite. One of lifes more subtle skills in college was getting a working knowledge of where the least-popular and most fastidiously maintained thrones were when an extended sit-down was in order.

Personally, I'm of the mind that life's too short to poop just anywhere. Most of the time its (hopefully) a regular occurance. Sometimes its an ordeal. Its alone time to catch up on a book or mull over lifes wonders whilst creating a stink all your own. Tough to do all of that while power squatting over some rancid 7-11 shitter... so I don't do it.

 

Huh? I'm cornfused.

 

The leather pants. The funky shirt that we heard about during the Vegas outing. The banter you have with the fellow posters who were stuck with you there.

It's a compliment, Joe. I promise.

 

Gee, I fouled up a word or two? I can't afford a copy editor on my salary, and I can usually see everyone else's goofs but rarely mine.

Sorry.

 

So what was it supposed to say? I'm still confused.

 

The same personality that Joe displayed during the Vegas outing - or at least according to the posts by Buck-Dub, Cadet and SC during that weekend and in the days following - emerged in his story.

Of course, the sentence I typed in the post upthread looked like I had been hitting the medicine laced with Codeine again. Oops.

 

Ah.OK.

 

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