* On Oct 25 09:42 Bill Grimsley wrote to David Drummond

 BG>> Christopher Skase.  I have intentionally omitted David 
 BG>> Drummond because he's an expatriate Kiwi, and probably 
 BG>> can't help the way he is.  

 DD>> Are you calling me anti-social you bastard?

 BG> No, just an ex-Kiwi who can't really help the way he is.  
 BG> However, now that you mention it ...  |-)

 DD>> I called around this morning but you weren't there to offer 
 DD>> me a coffee.  Who's anti social?

 BG> Lyn, obviously!  After all, I wasn't there (and you knew that 
 BG> too, so why the fuck are you calling around to my house in my 
 BG> absence, eh?). 

I reckon you went south just to avoid giving me a cup of coffee!

 DD>> The cat died on Tuesday evening, 

 BG> Are you serious?  If so, I swear I wasn't there (indeed, I have 
 BG> the perfect alibi, as not even my gun can shoot a bullet 
 BG> 1000km).

I am serious, but I don't hold you responsible, it was the vet with the
syringe. He wasn't a well pussy so we made a difficult decision . .

 DD>> so it's probably safe for you to visit here now :-) 

 BG> Safe for whom?  Me, or the cat?  (sorry, I mean ex-cat)

Bugger all you can do to him now . .

 DD>> mind you he's buried out in the garden, he may burrow up 
 DD>> just to have a go at you.

 BG> When I return, do you wanna have a ritual moggie cremation and 
 BG> sacrifice to Ba'al then?  Please say yes, as I'd feel much 
 BG> safer.

No, I think I will leave him there to fertilise the shrub I planted on top of him.

 DD>> Of course with our unit being about the size of your 
 DD>> downstairs loo, someone will have to go out the back door 
 DD>> as you come in the front.

 BG> Now that the cat's gone, there's no need.  |-)

That's a point :-)

David
 

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