Tanks fir the eraly (or late) birthday present, Rap...
Ahhhh, the destructions tyhat the hospital gave me said that every so often I needed to get up and move around, Bill, so I juts following destructions...
Man, LH, now ya; got me worried about **yer*** danged dog... Shoot the bird and let the dog eat it... No, that's gross... Just shoot the bird an' hope it falls in the Rotwiller's yard... If it don't, pict the sumabich over the fence for Rottie to eat... Then tell Rottie that it's from yer dog so Rottie will think yer dog is okay in his Rottie book and then you will have ellinated 'bout half yer worries...
BTW, speakin' of worries, the P-Vine is worried that this stuff is catchy and refuses to kiss me until I find out so...
...is it catchy???
Anyone ever see the "Three Stooges" one when they were sent to work in a hospital??? Fir the unsick I reckon it'd be purdy funny... I din't get much outta it, myself...