BG>> I actually keep a plentiful supply of nice fat juicy rocks on

BG>> my balcony, for throwing at speeding hoons (the hard part is

BG>> figuring out how far up the street they need to be when I throw the

BG>> rock). One fellow no longer speeds, not since his windscreen

BG>> mysteriously smashed as he drove past.



BG>> I bet you think I'm joking, too. :)



RS>> Nope, after that vivid mental image of one Bill Grimsley rushing

RS>> home  every

RS>> night to sit under his antenna and shot the next door

RS>> neighbours pigeons when the dared to land on it, I dont have any

RS>> problem believing that.



 BG> Half the birds in Logan use my antenna as a resting place, and

 BG> I have no problem with that at all. At least they don't shit all

 BG> over the washing hanging on the clothes-line below, like the

 BG> pigeons used to.



Bit hard for a little bird to aim for bill's undies on the line,

when his Antenna Rotator is linked to a pressure sensitive switch.



RS>> You quite SURE the problem with Logan City is the OTHER

RS>> inhabitants and not just one Bill Grimsley ?



 BG> Absolutely. I actually did the guy a favour, as the fellow

 BG> next door was waiting for him with a fucking house-brick! I only

 BG> used a small stone.



There ya go, the street is full of them.



With all these man and cat traps around Bills place, its no wonder

he never lets you out of his sight, when you visit him.



I myself am working on a Woman trap.



Russell



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