Sonuva...

Posted by Doc M on September 12, 2000 at 10:28:34:

What the HELL is going on here??? I step outside this morning
carefully dragging my intervenous hookup of black coffee
behind me, kicking aside the usual thimble of poo left
by the door, and a &*^%)**ing TOMAHAWK whizzes by my
*&^%##@ing nose and damn near parts my ^%$#ing hair
on the wrong &^%$*ing SIDE! DOC M DOES NOT ALLOW, REPEAT.
DOES NOT ALLOW BAD HAIR DAYS!! NONE!! *stomp! stomp! stomp!*
Then I hear a lot of yelling and rock-throwing by Bumppo's
and I see that Sheriff B. Twigg has tried to hire a scab
Town Crier...unfortunately he picked Dweebie Day-Lewis
who can't manage to navigate the many dark and twisted
sidetracks of Mohicanland, being blind as the proverbial
bat. The poor thing keeps turning in a circle and banging
into the side of the jail! Not to mention they had to come
up with a substitute bell, and all they could find was an
old bicycle horn. Therefore, all announcements made in
Mohicanland are as follows: *HONK! THUD! OWW! HONK! THUD! OW!*
And now the crowd is turning on ME! They're screaming
STOP THE WAGON! STOP THE WAGON! Hey! I'm not ON the
wagon...and I mean that in every possible connotation!!! *hic!*
Well, now that you're all standing around and paying attention
to me, I just have one thing to say. Anybody have any
suggestions on something good to read? I haven't been
to the library in awhile and I could use...hey! Why is
everybody picking up those rocks and sticks and rotten
tomatoes??? Hey! Wait a minute!! Was it something I
said??? AAAGGGGGHHHHHH! HELLLLLP MEEEEE!!!!!

Doc M, running and pooting in a panic!

Follow Ups:

• Re: Sonuva... GnomeDome 17:26:44 9/12/2000 (0)
• Re: Sonuva... and Unexpected The Publisher for The REAL TowneCrier who's still on strike 11:27:54 9/12/2000 (0)
• Re: Sonuva... GUN? Rich 11:24:13 9/12/2000 (1)
  • Re: Sonuva... GUN? Diana S. 12:50:51 9/12/2000 (0)

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: What the HELL is going on here??? I step outside this morning
: carefully dragging my intervenous hookup of black coffee
: behind me, kicking aside the usual thimble of poo left
: by the door, and a &*^%)**ing TOMAHAWK whizzes by my
: *&^%##@ing nose and damn near parts my ^%$#ing hair
: on the wrong &^%$*ing SIDE! DOC M DOES NOT ALLOW, REPEAT.
: DOES NOT ALLOW BAD HAIR DAYS!! NONE!! *stomp! stomp! stomp!*
: Then I hear a lot of yelling and rock-throwing by Bumppo's
: and I see that Sheriff B. Twigg has tried to hire a scab
: Town Crier...unfortunately he picked Dweebie Day-Lewis
: who can't manage to navigate the many dark and twisted
: sidetracks of Mohicanland, being blind as the proverbial
: bat. The poor thing keeps turning in a circle and banging
: into the side of the jail! Not to mention they had to come
: up with a substitute bell, and all they could find was an
: old bicycle horn. Therefore, all announcements made in 
: Mohicanland are as follows: *HONK! THUD! OWW! HONK! THUD! OW!*
: And now the crowd is turning on ME! They're screaming
: STOP THE WAGON! STOP THE WAGON! Hey! I'm not ON the
: wagon...and I mean that in every possible connotation!!! *hic!*
: Well, now that you're all standing around and paying attention
: to me, I just have one thing to say. Anybody have any
: suggestions on something good to read? I haven't been
: to the library in awhile and I could use...hey! Why is
: everybody picking up those rocks and sticks and rotten
: tomatoes??? Hey! Wait a minute!! Was it something I
: said??? AAAGGGGGHHHHHH! HELLLLLP MEEEEE!!!!!

: Doc M, running and pooting in a panic!


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