On or about: 11-11-06  22:13, Mad Moose Mike did engage James Bradley
regarding, but not limited to: testing, tap, tap

 JB>> Shoot,
 MMM>> ACK!!! 
 MMM>> Jeeeeeez! Don't /do/ that!
 
 JB> If it's any consolation, it was a shot at the constilations.
 JB> Touchy!!! 

 MMM> Us meese are a sensitive lot...

OK, I stepped on the 30 ought from the last hunter I ran over. Am I in? [-|
 
 JB>> it's been so long, I forget what bull urin smells like. > What's that smell?>
 MMM>> All that rain yesterday melted the piddling hole...
 
 JB> Diluted Peters' Salts, did it?

 MMM> They ran all over the bog... The city crews are working on 
 MMM> the cleanup, but knowing how they work, it'll probably keep 
 MMM> them busy until spring.

City crews up there? It *has* been a long time since I've been there!
 
 JB> We're pretty socked in with freezing drizzle and the likes.
 JB> We've had forcasts for warmer weather, but it just hasn't come
 JB> North enough to affect us.

 MMM> All the snow is reminding me of my youthful days back in 
 MMM> the far eastern swamps...

We migrated in '68, and never looked back. Visited - but the heat of
summer, and relentless cold in winter made returning a non-issue.




... James

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