I've tried asking my wife to make brownies. Didn't work well.
Let's be kind and say I didn't marry my wife for her cooking abilitys.
She forgot to mention she couldn't cook when we were getting all
married up. A few trips to the hospital, I quit asking her to cook. She's
been demoted to the official dancing girl, and I need a cook.
(Cooks are more valuable to fat men than dancing girls.)
I'm not much on sharing my brownies, awesome. Good brownies are
hard to come by for a fat guy like me. But ...yeah, I'll share with you.
Just this once.
And Taz, we're not allowed to name names here. Didn't you see where
that lady, Terri Lacy don't allow us to bad-talk the other members by name?
She ended my civil war all by herself. So...she-who-makes-the-brownies
shall remain nameless.
And yes, I've seen her-who-makes-the-brownies promise so much to her
other minions. But I can't stand the thought of my just being another poor
minion on her hook. And in all fairness, I don't think she's ever referred to
me as a "minion". Old gezzer, I think is what she called me.
Uncalled for. Just cause I'm 103...Mississippi is way older than me. He's 105,
and nobody calls him old.
Me, being the kind and wonderful Spook that I am have never called her the
slighest name. Well...this is Tuesday. At least this week I haven't called her no
bad names. I might'a called her a harlot and a cougar once or twice. But those
are old posts, and nobody knows where they went anymore. Just gone.
So Doc, you think maybe I'm drawn to her post because they're funny. You might
have something there. I really think the world of her-who-makes-the-brownies.
She never fails to make me happy.
Sounds like you might be a pretty good advice columnist after all. I'll tell my friends.
I know some of them have some problems here. That Imp, it's just clean out of control
sometimes.
It could take you a week or two to solve all our problems here. We're a strange bunch.
signed,
Spook
