Rod, at 12:33 on Apr 21 1996, you wrote to Bill Grimsley...

BG> I actually keep a plentiful supply of nice fat juicy rocks on my balcony,
BG> for throwing at speeding hoons (the hard part is figuring out how far up
BG> the street they need to be when I throw the rock).  One fellow no longer
BG> speeds, not since his windscreen 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 home every
RS> night to sit under his antenna and shot the next door neighbours pigeons
RS> when the dared to land on it, I dont have any problem believing that.

Half the birds in Logan use my antenna as a resting place, and I have no
problem with that at all.  At least they don't shit all over the washing
hanging on the clothes-line below, like the pigeons used to.

RS> You quite SURE the problem with Logan City is the
RS> OTHER inhabitants and not just one Bill Grimsley ?

Absolutely.  I actually did the guy a favour, as the fellow next door was
waiting for him with a fucking house-brick!  I only used a small stone.

Regards, Bill

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