Ah, Br’er Lon!
Ya just can’t leave it alone. And here it is Good Friday again. Adding to my persecution/crucifixion complex!
It was going to be a BIG trunk, with hot and cold running water and a foyer with a staircase… don’t you trust me?!
And that waitress was just staring because she could not believe they let me out before the Sunday after Easter, my real namesake day. I think she might have been checking for head lice, too!
I would choose to forgive him; cause I know he has chosen to forgive me…
Blessed are they who run in circles, for they shall be called wheels. If I can forgive myself of my own mediocrity…everyone else is a lead pipe cinch.
The world needs more casinos and lotto mega millions junk, fewer stock markets and way fewer governments. But Darwinism does not outright kill; it only maims.
Pete and I really
wanted You sit at the table with us, and felt bad that You were just not used to it yet. We took the time to explain table etiquette here in California. You were just confused by the tableware at first, but eventually figured out how to launch Your soufflé! Sticky that mess we finally peeled You up from.
I only drank my fingerbowl to make You feel better while downing Your own and I was sorry to have already used it, but You seemed to really enjoy the flavor.
Lon, if You were anyone else, I would begin to worry: BE YOURSELF (nobody else wants THAT job)
(…and I wouldn’t hire ya anyways!). :-))
No sweat, dear friend—I could never forget to THANK YOU LON, for being YOU!No tears—I’m a
Sweet
Ol’
Boy…or was that
Sweat… still too crusty, man. I didn't even cry when T. Rex ate that lawyer in Jurassic Pork, er Park.
[When I was in Delhi at a country club for European types they were serving something labeled “Sweat and Sour Pork.” Good thing I’m as Kosher as I wanna be (to quote 2 Live Jews).]
Peace be with You,
John
PS: Sorry for the lateness of this letter, but like I never say (until it is too late):
“It is never too late to procrastinate.”
