Ya know, I'm all screwed up here. For some unknown reason, and I mean unknown, I thought that was Helen. I totally spaced out. Would that be the same Missy who I directed to the Montgomery Inn for ribs on a business trip to Cincinnaiti? Would that be the same Missy who was better known last summer as butch dyke Mel? Would that be the same Missy whose sister Helens charms I yearned for throughout last years softball season? Wow! Am I an idiot.
Oh well, now on to more pressing matters. Proscan, is Simpleton near Appleton? Will you cover my backside from the evil Mach 1 if i go next year? I need a big strong Badger like you to save me from getting pummeled by the teamster horde, not that geeky e-mail expert from Fon du lac. Still cant believe that old hipturd AR. Seriously, about going to Vegas next year it seems to me that a compulsive gambler in recovery has about as much business going to Vegas as a trucker has in going to a Mensa meeting. I do want to meet a bunch of you pukes though.
I got it. If Dogs that Bark and Six Five go from that little one horse town of Paducah, French Lick or whatever, I'm in. I'll bring the trophy and maybe catch a few shows and whack the ball around 110 times or so. However, the troph stays home if the Philly girls go as I'll be sure to bag one of them unless they prefer bagging each other (which in that case the troph still stays home as I will want to watch).
Ed, the dead.