-=> Ross Cassell wrote to ALL <=-

 RC> Waynie:  I'll have a Shirley Temple, bar maid!  Make it a double!

Shirley Temple came in once.
We cut her throat when she started to sing On the Godd Ship Lollipop.
She was a lousy U.S. Ambassador anyway.

RC> Spider (the bar owner):  Did you say Shirley Temple, pardner?

Spider hung out at Dixie's Place not Molly's.

Spider not the owner of either, he was a 1 percenter.
He's DEAD so how did he say anything at all? 

 RC> Waynie:  You've a problem with that?  I can order anything I want!  I'm
 RC> a biker!  I've a bike!

A Suzuki!
And a Yamaha 1100

 RC> Spider:  You talkin' about that sewin' machine sittin' out front?  The
 RC> rice? That the bike you talkin' about?

Who channeling Spider from beyond the grave and has his nature improved
much since he died?

I should think dying would have made him a better person.
Really I do.

 RC> Waynie:  You've a problem with that TOO??  Well, I'VE a problem with
 RC> your attitude, mister!


I've got no problem with his slightly deceased attitude.
He's muchly improved in attitude since he died.

RC>Spider:  You ain't gonna be a hard case, are you, feller?  Settle down,
RC> have your Shirley Temple and ride your rice on outta here.  Why you
RC> limpin' anyway?

 Tried to kick start a Harley once without first using the kill switch
and stroking through just past top dead center before reenergizing the
coils to *try* to start it?

Many people limp from that.

 RC> Waynie:  I've injuries and a stroke!  I've a damaged spine and mind!
 RC> Di. di.  ho.  pussie.  Ack.  Pffft.

Ah, Mr. Cassell, are you feeling quite all right?

 RC> Spider:  Did you call me a pussy, pardner?

Yes but he still dead and it likely bothers him somewhat less than it used to. 

 MP> Waynie:  Because I've brain injuries, these things just come out!  And

They came out before too.
Just ask anyone who actually knows me.

 RC> galloping senility!  Ho. di.  I worked for Precisionaire!  I've a spine
 RC> that's two inches shorter!  

You may need therapy.

RC> Di.  ho.  Whose woods these are I think I
RC> know, ho, di, ack.  I've an acquaintance in Tampa/St. Pete who knows
RC> what a badass I am.  I issued him a death threat on my computer!
RC> You've something coming!

I am now most convinced you need therapy!

 RC> Spider (to Weasle, the bouncer):  Weasle, get this shit outta my bar.

Spider still dead.
Westley, not Weasel.
He probably still dead too.

 RC> Weasle:  Git up, feller.  Time to hit the road.

Talks good for a dead fella don't he?

 RC> Waynie:  I read Candide in one hour!  I've a sister who's a doctor!

Four days.
And not just Candide but the Complete Romances of Voltaire. 
That collection however did include Candide.


RC> I've respect for Bill Clinton!  AWOL Bush!  Dead GIs!  I've
RC> gallloping.....

More than thta other fella.
Anyway you do know Clinton is no longer the President doen't you?

RC> Weasle:  ...make this easy on yourself, pardner.  Just leave.  Now.

That's not how you spell Weasel or Westley Ross.
May they RIP.

 RC> Waynie:  I've Linux!  I've a brother at the Colorado.....

Slackware 10.2
Bill, he's retired.
A gemologist and collector of precious stones.
A former government employee and head of the Cartography Department.
And avid gun collector and sharpshooter.
With a quick temper. 
He's a Republican.

 RC> Weasle, grabs Waynie by the shoulders and throws him out the front
 RC> door: Some days I hate this goddam job.  That asshole was drenched in
 RC> cologne and now I smell like a French whore on dollar night.  Shit.

Who the hell is Weasle?
Weasel I never threw out the front door but spun him
around and puinned him to the front door to shake him
up so as he would not stab me as he did so many others.

He is less of a threat now that he is dead.


 RC> Sounds of sewing machine winding up in the parking lot.  Weeee, weeeee!
 RC> Waynie rides off into the sunset, big pink L glowing on the back of his
 RC> "biker" jacket.


 RC> ---

Bunch of raving psychos hang out there do they Ross?
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