Looking for that frisson again

Howdy Mr JE Kyll, sorry 'bout the un-in-tel-li-gi-ble stuff I wrotes yesterday...would've had sum more moonshine but'n the Colts managed to score 21 pts in the last 3 minutes o' their game a'gin the Texans, an we all took back ourn Manning Jerseys we was gonna stoke the fire with. Taint' too bad they be smellin' a lil' like lighter fluid bet then agin' might be better smellin' that way them before...oh an' Ms IN is still hiding in the root cellar...we're so fond o' her though we's keepin' her updated on her belov'd Cowboys score...
Dont stand too close to a flame then John. And keep taking care of IR, she does loves those cowboys.
 
Dont stand too close to a flame then John. And keep taking care of IR, she does loves those cowboys.
Tis' IN I thinks, though the alphabet does still cornfuse me at times...and she be one happy cellar dwella' right now as'n her Cowboys be leading 17-0
 
Tis' IN I thinks, though the alphabet does still cornfuse me at times...and she be one happy cellar dwella' right now as'n her Cowboys be leading 17-0

YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *Does a happy cellar dance* Oh sorry Bertha, didn't mean to wake you up.
 
YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *Does a happy cellar dance* Oh sorry Bertha, didn't mean to wake you up.
Dang Ms IN, an' now y'all 'spect us ta' distract Big Bertha as well, she's threat'n ta' rip Billie Jean away from the rabbit ears....
 
Tell Dee I said Hi and that I've missed her.

Funny, but the real thing I want to know about are the phrases you came up with when INS woke you. Care to share? I'd like a good giggle today, since this Monday morning seems to be kicking my ass.

Glad you guys had fun, and well, send pics of you shaking your groove thing please.
 
Tell Dee I said Hi and that I've missed her.

Funny, but the real thing I want to know about are the phrases you came up with when INS woke you. Care to share? I'd like a good giggle today, since this Monday morning seems to be kicking my ass.

Glad you guys had fun, and well, send pics of you shaking your groove thing please.

Hi Wings,
Um, not to put too fine a point on it, who on earth are you talking to? Was this just one of those philosophical questions thrown out to all and sundry? Is my philosophagus that flappy bit in my throat? Ah, so many puzzles and wonderments.

What did I say to INS? Something along the lines of "How jolly it is to see you, we really must spend more quality time together" I think. Of course, I was attempting to scoop out his duodenum with a rusty nail at the time. Git!

Talking of which, ask him what made him think about having someone tickle the inside of his skull this weekend. Honestly, he's weirder than an offshore poppy farmer.

If the morning kicks your ass, do you mind if we lick it better tonight? (yay) Sadly I think there were no pictures of us getting down with the dirty funk, although as I type this I have a vague memory of someone standing next to me and taking one of those mobile phone pics. Hmm, must look for myself on Dog the bounty hunter....
 
EA...THAT is the funnest thing I have ever heard you say. Still have tears streaming from my eyes.

Oh really? How terrible for me. All those years of witty comment, the cut and thrust of my repartee; wasted. Hours and even days spent dreaming up new and wonderful superlatives (not the ones that make you go to the lavatory, the other things) and it's all for nothing. All I really needed to do was shake my booty thang on the dance floor and everyone thinks I'm hysterical. Humph. I can take offence you know.

I can take a fence, a gate, anything I can get my hands on really...

Glad to make y'all smile, cellar dweller. ;)
 
Hi Wings,
Um, not to put too fine a point on it, who on earth are you talking to? Was this just one of those philosophical questions thrown out to all and sundry? Is my philosophagus that flappy bit in my throat? Ah, so many puzzles and wonderments.

What did I say to INS? Something along the lines of "How jolly it is to see you, we really must spend more quality time together" I think. Of course, I was attempting to scoop out his duodenum with a rusty nail at the time. Git!

Talking of which, ask him what made him think about having someone tickle the inside of his skull this weekend. Honestly, he's weirder than an offshore poppy farmer.

If the morning kicks your ass, do you mind if we lick it better tonight? (yay) Sadly I think there were no pictures of us getting down with the dirty funk, although as I type this I have a vague memory of someone standing next to me and taking one of those mobile phone pics. Hmm, must look for myself on Dog the bounty hunter....

I forgot to hit quote on your "date" with Dee-Tox. Hence the say hi to Dee for me. I'm sorry, it's Monday, I've had too much sleep this weekend my brain is a bit foggy. Someone was tickling his brain? Sounds kinky.
 
Oh really? How terrible for me. All those years of witty comment, the cut and thrust of my repartee; wasted. Hours and even days spent dreaming up new and wonderful superlatives (not the ones that make you go to the lavatory, the other things) and it's all for nothing. All I really needed to do was shake my booty thang on the dance floor and everyone thinks I'm hysterical. Humph. I can take offence you know.

I can take a fence, a gate, anything I can get my hands on really...

Glad to make y'all smile, cellar dweller. ;)

Sorry...the idea of you "getting down" on the dance floor is just amusing to me. You are just so elequent and classy.
 
Oh really? How terrible for me. All those years of witty comment, the cut and thrust of my repartee; wasted. Hours and even days spent dreaming up new and wonderful superlatives (not the ones that make you go to the lavatory, the other things) and it's all for nothing. All I really needed to do was shake my booty thang on the dance floor and everyone thinks I'm hysterical. Humph. I can take offence you know.

I can take a fence, a gate, anything I can get my hands on really...

Glad to make y'all smile, cellar dweller. ;)
Fences n' gates, well as'n Hiram and the lots anxious ta' meet y'all and INS at the git together, y'all has sent 'em on a scavenger hunt thru' the land fill. Big Jack, the manager there figures there ought' be quite a selection, an we figures y'all can strap some ta' the wangs of the duster on yer return trip if ya wants to
 
I forgot to hit quote on your "date" with Dee-Tox. Hence the say hi to Dee for me. I'm sorry, it's Monday, I've had too much sleep this weekend my brain is a bit foggy. Someone was tickling his brain? Sounds kinky.

It's not that someone was tickling my brain but that I was stooooopid enough to mention in front of EA that I have a strange phobia (not sure if it technically qualifies as a phobia) that makes me feel like I have bugs crawling all over the inside of my head! Honest I'm not weird at all!

If you can guess my "phobia" send your answer on a postcard along with your full name and address (no not a dress) to be entered in our prize draw! Of course I will have to deliver the prize personally, sorry only female entries with photos will be considered by the judges. ;)

It's amazing really, I've known EA for 19 years and I wait until now to tell him about it! Just when you think you know someone...
 
Sorry...the idea of you "getting down" on the dance floor is just amusing to me. You are just so elequent and classy.

EA was indeed "getting down" ! He was shaking his funky stuff all over town, I can vouch for that! Think of John Travolta in Saturday Night Fever and you will get the idea, complete with extra wide collar! :D
 
It's not that someone was tickling my brain but that I was stooooopid enough to mention in front of EA that I have a strange phobia (not sure if it technically qualifies as a phobia) that makes me feel like I have bugs crawling all over the inside of my head! Honest I'm not weird at all!

If you can guess my "phobia" send your answer on a postcard along with your full name and address (no not a dress) to be entered in our prize draw! Of course I will have to deliver the prize personally, sorry only female entries with photos will be considered by the judges. ;)

It's amazing really, I've known EA for 19 years and I wait until now to tell him about it! Just when you think you know someone...

hmmmm, well I read this to Mama Sue, our equivalent of Dr, Shrink, Massage therapist, Dentist and most importantly Pharmacist, (lovely home made remedies as well as private negotiations out of eye and ear shot from Federal authorities crawling all over Cecil's Truck stop.) I'm sorry if I appear less lucid than normal but Hiram seems to have duplicated Saturday's batch of his private stock.

Anyway Sue suggests that you have not "phobia" at all, but rather an alergy to that damn Scotch whiskey and a repulsion to EA's indulgence in "Black Pudding", she suggests a switch to Canadian blends or a good Boubon, as well as breakfasting on grits, country fried steak, eggs over easy, bisquits and gravy and perhaps a side of homefries or velveeta laden hash browns. I'm sorry this isn't in the form of a post card, but any of our appearances at the local post office seems to lead to our arrests by federal agents so we no longer use the postal services..

I shall not consider this an entry in the contest as I'm sure you'd much rather have Wings, IN, Ktaze or other fine lady receive your top prize. Hopefully, my next post or one shortly after the next will return to a more literate and legible form, but for now I'm influenced by Hiram's elixor, and a little out of sorts.
 
hmmmm, well I read this to Mama Sue, our equivalent of Dr, Shrink, Massage therapist, Dentist and most importantly Pharmacist, (lovely home made remedies as well as private negotiations out of eye and ear shot from Federal authorities crawling all over Cecil's Truck stop.) I'm sorry if I appear less lucid than normal but Hiram seems to have duplicated Saturday's batch of his private stock.

Anyway Sue suggests that you have not "phobia" at all, but rather an alergy to that damn Scotch whiskey and a repulsion to EA's indulgence in "Black Pudding", she suggests a switch to Canadian blends or a good Boubon, as well as breakfasting on grits, country fried steak, eggs over easy, bisquits and gravy and perhaps a side of homefries or velveeta laden hash browns. I'm sorry this isn't in the form of a post card, but any of our appearances at the local post office seems to lead to our arrests by federal agents so we no longer use the postal services..

I shall not consider this an entry in the contest as I'm sure you'd much rather have Wings, IN, Ktaze or other fine lady receive your top prize. Hopefully, my next post or one shortly after the next will return to a more literate and legible form, but for now I'm influenced by Hiram's elixor, and a little out of sorts.


You know, I think you might be onto something there, this all started about 19 years ago... Round about the same time as I met EA! Could there be some connection between what he was doing on that far away day when I first met him and what he was doing on Friday night? Now let me think for a minute... I seem to remember him climbing on top of a box. Dammit! If only I could remember!!!

Or maybe it is diet related? One can never have too much cheese in ones diet! But as for the whiskey, it's more likely to be vodka abuse! :D
 
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You know, I think you might be onto something there, this all started about 19 years ago... Round about the same time as I met EA! Could there be some connection between what he was doing on that far away day when I first met him and what he was doing on Friday night? Now let me think for a minute... I seem to remember him climbing on top of a box. Dammit! If only I could remember!!!

Or maybe it is diet related? One can never have too much cheese in ones diet! But as for the whiskey, it's more likely to be vodka abuse! :D
Hmmmm, vodka, a very real possiblity that escaped me. My last overindulgence in that particular spirit loses itself amidst the horrify awakening after in the drunk tank at Port Authority Police Station in New York City. Might I say two profound lessons were learned. One I never again over indulged in Vodka. Two I much prefer the company of Hog Waller residents to the winos of New York City.
 
Hmmmm, vodka, a very real possiblity that escaped me. My last overindulgence in that particular spirit loses itself amidst the horrify awakening after in the drunk tank at Port Authority Police Station in New York City. Might I say two profound lessons were learned. One I never again over indulged in Vodka. Two I much prefer the company of Hog Waller residents to the winos of New York City.

Well it seems that at least one of us can learn from their mistakes! I however seem to have an uncanny ability to repeat the same mistakes again and again and again! I'm trying to break the cycle but it's just too much fun! Ask any of my ex-wives and they will tell you that the ride was worth the fall!!

As for vodka getting me in trouble... I was once escorted to the next train out of town by the police in a sleepy little seaside town called Margate. I awoke wearing a giant foam cowboy hat! If I could travel back through time I just know that the cowboy hat would soon find me again!

I can almost hear EA shaking his head in resignation... :D
 
Vodka and I do not agree, there usually ends up with someone naked on the table, gyrating to the music, and that someone is usually me. *Hanging head in shame* Hence why Wings no longer drinks vodka. Now tequila, that I can still handle.
 
Oh me me *shoots his hand in the air*
I remember that. I especially liked Sarge.

And by the way EA, can I ask who is Spike here then, if you are indeed our mil mannered Henry. And you wouldn't be trying any kung fu on us, are you ?

Of course, you would ALL be Spike. Wise, discreet and long suffering....
 
Hmmmm, vodka, a very real possiblity that escaped me. My last overindulgence in that particular spirit loses itself amidst the horrify awakening after in the drunk tank at Port Authority Police Station in New York City. Might I say two profound lessons were learned. One I never again over indulged in Vodka. Two I much prefer the company of Hog Waller residents to the winos of New York City.

Wonderful folk, the Wallers. I could wallow in Waller, whiling away the wonderful weeks with "y'all". Of course, I would have to be smashed out of my brain first. :D Thank the good Lord for vodka.

Incidentally, is anyone here religious?
 
Well it seems that at least one of us can learn from their mistakes! I however seem to have an uncanny ability to repeat the same mistakes again and again and again! I'm trying to break the cycle but it's just too much fun! Ask any of my ex-wives and they will tell you that the ride was worth the fall!!

As for vodka getting me in trouble... I was once escorted to the next train out of town by the police in a sleepy little seaside town called Margate. I awoke wearing a giant foam cowboy hat! If I could travel back through time I just know that the cowboy hat would soon find me again!

I can almost hear EA shaking his head in resignation... :D

(shaking head in resignation, but secretly unsurprised about that cowboy hat)
 
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