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| March 25, 1997 |
Get It: 90 |
Vol. 1, No. 51 |
NEW NAME: Whew ... been thinkin'
long 'n hard 'bout this one! ... you can prob'ly tell
... I did a look around ... didn't notice anything else
with this name ... maybe it'll stick this time ... the
content won't change ... what's that? ... did I hear a
"darn" in the background ... I know where you
live ... be careful what you say!
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THE END: It's official ...
the Blind Society's comin' for the Pig Mobile ... the
lady's only question was "does it have a radio?"
... think about it for a minute ... OK ... time's up ...
I was thinkin' of puttin' all the pigs back in place ...
but I think the mice made a nest in the bag ... livin'
in the stuffin' ... it's been to many a g'weet ... the
absolute end ... I saw a tear in wifey-poo's eyes ...
it was like her pet ... next thing ya know she'll be bringin'
home a Chinese Crested to take it's place ... I say NO
to Chinese Cresteds ... I'll draw a picture of one with
the red circle 'n the line through it ... anybody out
there sellin' these things ... don't listen to anyone
from Maryland that want's one ... it'll be treated mean
... two other dogs'll attack it ... lick all the sweat
off it ... it'll have tongue marks! ... save your puppies!
... don't sell 'em to wifey-poo! ... but there's danger
from another front ... WP's best friend has a Yorkie that's
gonna have puppies on Easter Sunday ... least that's when
she's due ... every time there's a litter at that end
of the street we become prime candidates for new dogs
... no no no ... I don't want no more dogs in the house
... two's enough!
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SPEAKIN' O' EASTER: The Vatican
Web Site goes live on Easter Sunday ... it's at http://www.vatican.va/
... it's powered by servers named Gabriel, Raphael 'n
Michael ... guess they couldn't use Calvin 'n Hobbes cause
they're already taken ... I wonder if they'll use the
security tool named Satan to test the site's defenses?
... check it out for a little somethin' different ...
right after you do the Easter Egg Hunt ... we used to
color our Easter eggs the night before ... this was back
when the die was no sissy stuff ... you could paint cars
with it ... didn't have to leave the eggs in long ...
or the shell'd slough off ... my sister was the artistic
one ... she'd get little, tiny paintbrushes ... paint
all kinds of nifty scenes on the sides ... sometimes she'd
blow the egg out ... break open the shell ... do all kinds
o' l'il rabbit type scenes inside ... then I'd get my
little plastic soldiers 'n attack the eggs! ... no wonder
she used to try to stuff me in the oven when my mom was
at work ... the "Easter Bunny" would come along
'n hide the eggs durin' the night ... we'd have to track
'em down ... I was short so it was usually easy to spot
the places that the adults thought were invisible ...
plus I could use the dog to sniff 'em out ... there was
always the fear that we'd forget one somewhere ... since
we hid them in the house it woulda been kinda smelly ...
then we'd tear into our candy ... the creme filled eggs
... the marshmallow chickens 'n rabbits ... the customary
chocolate bunny ... do you eat yours head first? ... we
had a rule around the house ... any Easter candy remaining
at Halloween got given out first to the Trick-or-Treaters
... I used to throw a fit when my mom'd come gettin' my
basket ... some of the stuff was startin' to get purty
tasty by then ... ahhhhhhh ... the memories of childhood!
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"I love Spring when the ladybugs
gather at my window - on the inside. Makes me wonder what's
in here that's so tasty to them." -- Mikey, Thinkin'
Too Hard
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| Mikey's Muse(tm)
is published weekdays as a commentary on stuff. Editor,
Michael T. Rusk. Copyright © 1997 by Michael T. Rusk.
Printed in the U.S.A. This publication may be distributed
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bits of fiction, and editorial liberties (lies) under
the guise of poetic license. All characters portrayed
in my writing are purely fictional and any resemblance
to any person, company or animal is purely unintentional.
If you don't get it, you just don't get it. Don't blame
me for anything I say and don't do anything I say, either.
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