Hey Ya'll,
 
I am finished up with school!!  Yea!!  Double Yea!!  Of course, my
philosophy final was moved to another room due to pigeon occupation.  And
the leavings of said pigeon occupation.
 
It is a beautiful day.  Pookie helped me get the mail in, one of her
favorite jobs.  I think we might celebrate tonight with a bottle of
champagne.  Yes, I drink that too.  3 things.  I like Honey Brown Lager,
Jose Cuervo Gold Tequila and Korbel Brut Champange.  Any of the above with
papa nachos (nachos made with potato slices instead of chips).  FYI for
anybody I visit.
 
Melissa: You got proof?  Besides, no one could tip those danged cows if they
had long horns like proper cows do.  And weez'uns drink our tequila straight
out of the bottle, not out of any silly little lady cups.
 
The boy farts feel neglected so here are some of them:
 
Stanley-One of my original, has his own web page.  He is a sedate man except
when he takes leave of his senses and kills my socks while on my feet,
steals the joystick and mouse off the pooter and stashes coke cans.  Outside
of that he is quiet and somewhat a loner, hates to be held and doesn't give
kisses.  But loves to chase me when in the mood.  He also goes by Stan the
Man.
 
Ollie-The Poopinator.  He started this business with Stan.  He is stubborn,
has a temper and loves to sleep curled up by my feet.  He is a specialist in
the lick, lick, chomp philosophy of life and practices Zen meditation while
bathing.  He is Pookie's second boyfriend.  And Nicky's best friend.
Somewhat quiet, but not as aloof as Stan.
 
Maxwell-Maxie boy is my puppy dog ferret.  He follows me around and lays at
my feet.  He loves to play and is extremely gentle.  I can hold him as long
as I want.  He doesn't like raisins but stands and begs anyway.  Hey,
everyone else is.  He is always ready with a kiss.
 
George- Georgie Worgie.  A great big silver mitt with 2 brains cells.  He is
the happiest boy around, always has been, always will be.  Not too
coorindinated but dances like a fool anyway.  Loves to chase anybody who
will run, never ever lays teeth on anything.  He wins his fights by laying
on top of the other guys.  His favorite foods are peanuts and pepperoni.
 
I have to go on poop patrol now.  And then I shall kick back and lay in the
sun for awhile.  This southern gal has shore missed that way up here in the
cold north.
 
Maggie Mae and the Maniac Mustelids from Texas (smile when you say that!)
[Posted in FML issue 1935]