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Gnu sign at the coughee fwap this moaning ... Ripeye steak $7.75

I think he's got bat tendencies and jest don't know it.

Either that or he flunked spelling.

Slosh

All the bills are paid

And the munney’s gone.

I’d be a happy bat

If I dint have to mow the lawn.

I’d be safe and warm

If I wuz back in bed.

But long grass is a-callin’

And I got this turble dread.

Got my coughee fix

Like I duz every day.

It ain’t the grass I’se sweatin’

But whar’s my doGdamned pay?

Slosh

Tornadont Watch over yer area till nine o'click this moaning, Aims. Not sure if it'll be extended or not, but it do look like it'll shift ... or mebbe jest expand ... up toward sPam's cave later in the day.

Wish to hail Blabbermouth would come home. They's so many ins and outs ... minds outta the gutter, batsies ... in this gnu story, I'se gettin' dizzy (NYD) tryna figger 'em out.

Slosh

Toad ya not to beech about the whether, dint I? Wouldn't lissen, would ya? Huh? Huh?

Now ya went and dung it. Now ya gots a Severe Thunderstorm Watch in yer back yard till 4 o'click in the moaning ... talking about damaging hail now ... and, fer yer transgression, youse'll prolly git another one tomorry.

Sheesh! Some people's bats!

Slosh

Hey, Mister Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
Da da da da da da da da da going to.

This earworm brought to you by the letters c, o, u, g, h, and our old friends the double e’s.

<Picture two little e’s at the bottom of your screen, bouncing up and down, smiling and waving. “Hi, there! Hi, there!”>

Sloshlosingit

sPam, looks like a mass of severe t-storms movin' into yer area today, tonight, and tomorry. No mention of tornadonts yet ... front's a little more east-west than it should be ... but with these kind of storms ya jest nevah know.

Anyhow, youse can hexpect heavy rain and frequent cloud-to-ground lightning strikes.

Hang tough.

Slosh

Geez, Lurid, you'd beech if you was guano get hung wif a new rope!

Slosh

Been resurching fer a gnu story all damn day and my eyes are about to fall outta my head. Intrestin' stuff, but it's really convoluted.

Crappy mudder's day, you mudders.

Slosh

Edits are dung ... least as much as I'se gotten back ... Blabbermouth has defarted the building agin, and it's too oily fer coughee.

I'se toyin' wif a idear fer a gnu story, but it's got so many holes in it I doubt iff'n it'll ever git off the ground.

Oh, well. Whatcha guano do in a small town?

Slosh

A woman was driving down an Arizona back road when she saw an old Indian woman hobbling along in the heat of the day so she stopped to give her a ride.

As they started rolling again, the Indian elder noticed a brown paper bag lying on the seat between them. She pointed a gnarled finger down at it and asked, “Whiskey?”

“Yes,” the driver replied. “I got it for my husband.”

The old Indian woman pursed her lips and nodded ponderously. “Hey! Good trade!”

Slosh