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So we have visitors, we have guests. Okay, we have visitor, we have guest. But will he stay or will he go. Words, not lyrics... just words. I've always wanted to rob a bank. I wouldn't really want the money - i'd just want it to turn out like Dog Day Afternoon. All crazy & sweaty & people running around yelling & screaming & throwing stuff & money flying all about. Stuff like that. I was at the mountain top the other day & i threw a pickle off it, just to see what would happen. I realize what you're asking yourself right now - "Where the hell did you get the pickle from?" Well screw, man, let's not complicate things further. The thing is, it really didn't go that far. I mean, it's not like dropping a pickle off the side of a tall building. You're on a fucking MOUNTAIN for chrissakes. Well, be fair... a hill. Okay, i didn't really throw a pickle anywhere - but i wanted to. That's how angry i was. I just about soiled my panties... & i don't even own any panties. I was ready to go out to the store & buy a pair just to soil them. That's how intense it all was. A truly weird scene, to say the least. Maybe i'll go back to the farm. It's been awhile. Thirty years or so. Now, don't ask how a man in his twenties was out on the farm thirty years ago. I'm not in the logistics business. Eggs it was. Chickens & eggs & milk from three goats. Cows take up too much space, plus the farm was on a steep hill, which of course was the bane of the whole operation. The eggs, you see, all rolled down the hill the night the chicken-dog fell asleep on egg-guard-duty. "Oh Calamity" the headlines in the paper read the next day. Like they were there. The Post had been snooping around the farm for days looking for a scoop. Some think that they drugged the dog. But it didn't make any sense. Why would they leave. They weren't even the first on the scene. I think it was The Gazette. Of course it wasn't until later that i found out that both papers are owned by the same mancompany. I think he'll stay. He's a cute one... & furry & purry. But you never can tell. |