Bill~

I grudgingly accept your admitting me to the anti-social club. I put my money in a 1/2 gallon bottle & tossed it into the Gulf of Mexico, it should be well on its way to you already. Yes I drank the rum out the bottle first, wet money would probably be rejected. I gotta talk to the warden at Hattieville, I require Hawaiian shirts; if the damn toll takers on the Florida Turnpike can wear em, so can I. & I don't care where I sit at the bar so long as the rum and Belikin comes without delay and there's a cross breeze.

Now leave me alone

Obviously it was a deal with the Devil. I am jealous; the Devil still isn't speaking to me.

beach bob, I am on a first name basis with the Devil and you are right, he''s not talking to you

I think it's that he's-afraid-I'll-take-over-thing

I got yer anti-social right heah

AHHHHH, music to my ears. Cross breeze... sure we got bunches of hot jasmine scented breezes at our clubhouse in Hades...yer Hattieville.

Ernie: My thread has three pages and your thread has only two pages NA NA NA NA NA AN NA !!!!!!!!!

Bill, my dear friend, it's quality, not quantity. :p

Is that some kind of smart remark?

cheap post... to keep the numbers up ... quality enough for ME!

Bill I look forward to the jasmine scented eternity in Hades, as we toil away in eternal damnation (Belikin in one hand). Ahhh this is the life !

what is poetry to some, is junk mail to others.