Well, I made it out of jail without much trauma.
So today, I get to just be a hangashore -- if Dad doesn't like, ruff-luck.
I do want to thank all of your who provided support during my difficult stay -- which consists of no one other than my buddy Gizmo.
I think Andrew even enjoyed his time alone, so the youth will feel the scorn of my scoldiness for at least a day. It's just too bad that Newfies can't hold grudges -- something about my jeans. Speaking of which, I may just crew up Dad's today.
(Okay, today's joke [heard it in jail]: "how do you tell the sex of a chromosone?" "Pull down its jeans!" Get it? It's kinda quiet out there. Hello. Anyone there? Nothing but silence on this end? Heck with it. The truly gifted artists were never appreciated until long after they passed.)
Satchie
P.S. Congrats to Karazan Bristol for BOW at Roseville!
3 comments:
Hey Satchie,
Glad to hear your back to "normal" again. Did you see the Blue Angels yesterday, I heard they were in your neighbourhood. Mom says your coat is looking really good, and that it looks like your getting ready for a show. I think something is up at home tho, cause the suitcase came out. Do you know what that means Satch? Anyway loved your joke.
Take care
Giz
Hi Giz --
Yeah, they let the Blue Angels fly over the beach where the Plovers are and it scares the bejesus out of them but they want to take it away from us because, according to their junk science, just our presence bothers the bird. Go figure.
Thank Momma for the comment on the coat -- I have a sore foot though, and Dad puts this stuff called "EMT" on it -- it's like Crazy Glue. Save me!!!!!!!!!
Hey, I hope they are packing a suitcase for you!!
Go Scoldy boy!
JB
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