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

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

RB> Bit hard for a little bird to aim for bill's undies on the line,
RB> when his Antenna Rotator is linked to a pressure sensitive switch.

True, I get just a tiny hint that he can bend the
truth just a tad when it involves pigeons and cats |-)

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

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

RB> There ya go, the street is full of them.

Thats his story anyway |-)

RB> With all these man and cat traps around Bills place, its no
RB> wonder he never lets you out of his sight, when you visit him.

True.

RB> I myself am working on a Woman trap.

Thats easy, great piles of gold bars works a treat as bait.
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