Please excuse me using this blog for personal messages.
A business note to my friend, DC. There's been some slight changes in that shipment of 200 cases of Gucci purses I had FedExed to you yesterday from New Jersey. I can't explain right now, but trust me... when they arrive, refrigerate them. Quickly.
Nickie
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Get real..something marked 'Personal-do not read'? Sounds like a personal invitation and thanks for the message - it has given me something new to roll around in my brain!
Granny, would you please?!!! That is a serious blog etiquette violation to read a private message posted publicly on a blog. You know what was in those purses, so please don't act like you were forced.
DC, a man will phone you about the shipment. He'll identify himself as my Rabbi.
You'd think that nowadays people would honor web privacy. Granny, next time please divert your eyes. This stuff isn't for the womenfolk.
Nickie you changed the original message .....
Woody, shhhh....
I saw it. Embarrassment is a fact of life here. You gotta keep smacking him with a rolled-up newspaper; then the genius can find its way to the surface.
All thoroughbreds (sp) need that kind of chastisement.
Hi, Opie.
Genius is only skin deep. Luckily, my skin is thicker than Sonia Sotomayor's ankles.
Speaking of thick joints... I was leaving a stylish rib house last night when a heady mix of diet cola and tasty pork overwhelmed me. I tumbled (I suspect I was pushed my some wheezing little Leftie) and seconds later was prone and clutching an obviously broken wrist.
I am tempted to soon post a mean-spiritrd critique of a Los Angeles Emergency Room on a sultry Friday night.
Thanks for the visual on SS's ankles, Nick. Just what I needed to lose all momentum on this Saturday.
Moe, er Rhod, you are exactly right. Thanks for my slap the other day. I am seeing clearer now. But don't think that means I can't block your eye gouges.
Oh, shoot, Nickie. Now I feel guilty. If I *had* been there, I might have been able to somehow prevent your injury. How are you able to type? Are you in a cast or still a splint? Will it require surgical plates and screws? Are you on painkillers? Do you need a lift to the airport?
Opie, word is, that he's on B-12 injections, and something precious from an equatorial zone.
Moe? Wise guy heeeyyyy!
I just threw you a line, DC. This blog is a whirlpool of strange-itude, and someone had to save the good Marine.
God help me, I love it so.
Nice - good choice in sending those "goodies" to DC.... I'm sure he put them in the deep freeze where they'll be *really* useful later on.
Oh, and Rhod. Nice to see you again!
Ope, there was no saving me on THAT tumble. It was one of those graceless disappear-down-the-chute knee collapses that I attribute to a sudden testosterone drain.
I was blessed to have had my healthy spawn alongside me offering a strong arm, concerned questions, speedy transportation, and no end of cruel jokes at my expense.
DC, my brother, thanks so much for passing on the oh so obvious one-handed typing jokes.
Rhod, the only "something precious from an equatorial zone" I possess are my prized jaguar fur plus fours.
Lips! It's good to hear from you. I hope all is well in the land of soft cheese and foggy mornings.
Nick,
No problem. There will be many opportunities, Kemosabe ... I am sure that you are the all-time hunt and peck champion of NoCal, in any event. If people only knew the reason for your pith is that it takes you 15 mins. per sentence with two good hands.
Found Julie and told her that the news of your demise was premature ...
Premature but inevitable.
YOU PROPLE LOST GET OVER IT
"You prople lost get over it" in caps?
Hi, Julie. I think he's one of yours.
All the more reason to blog. Perhaps our words will outlive us.
Except for those other "prople", of course. The spell checker will delete their stuff.
AMERICA LOST IM PISSED
Rhod, give credit, please. That CAPS LOCK key is a difficult taskmaster.
Opie, I'll give up blogging when they pry the Old Milwaukee from my well-manicured fingers.
That anon guy's handwriting reminds me Hop Sing's. Heard from him, Nick?
Hop had some serious tax troubles a few years back. He's now Deputy Vice-Counsul to Belgium.
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