HAHAHAHA / or, as you would say Amos, "LOL!!" Thanks, Mr. A., for rallying to the defense while I was awa' on one of my rare bouts of working. It was fell off the wagon I did; but I'm clean again t'anks be to Gawd.

Naow then. Begob, BeDub, you itnorant slug. Ain'tchoo nevva hoid dat da correck shpeling is "oul'"? Wuttsa maddah fo' U hah? O SO IT'S RE-BATED YER FISHHOOK DID YEZ!!! Yer gwine ter lose dis De Bate and suffer de Agony of De Feet, ye owl' Hooker. (Saaay, that's a Hoot.) Puts me in mind of the soul-haunting masterpiece of the incomparable T.S. Eliot, translated from the original Greek of course,

Knockanure both mean and poor
A church without a steeple
With bitches and hoors lookin' over half-doors
Criticizin' dacent people.

Actually I think The Byrds *did* practice in Scotland, ya Manx 'Cat you. But, they never got it right. Neither did Bonnie Charlie but nair mind aboot thot now.

Gibberish? **GIBBERISH*?? Rubles & Bullrushers in the Rann of Kutch sez I, wit' me roly poly Cabbage & Spinach, and Hy Ferogoney-Roly who used to be a rabbi here in town btw. (Reform, y'know.)

Glad you like my threads, Ell, if not my suits. Always knew I could count on the effluent voters. But I will arise and go now. Back to the other birdbrains on the Bricks Made From Sewage thread.

Jabberwockingly Yours,
Ab the Original Geek