Maeve Russet Hawthorne
27 November 2003 03:01
Re: feckin potato rompers clogging amid the stoneyards
Oh dear whatever are we to do? well.. here's a plan.. you could come
here and kip on the floor of my livingroom.. barkeeping.. cheffing maybe. a pal
of mine came through town on his way up the Dempster to see if he could find a
caribou so he took me out for supper at the Downtown Hotel and yum someone
else's cooking! kind of deserted around here in the midwinter.. wait till
summer.. scads of THEM wandering around with bear poop stuck to their boots...
so out of work just before Christianities biggest scam? Can you sign on as they
say in jolly old? just a word about the floor in my "livingroom"
I gave buddy my bunk in the bedroom with the dog.. and I was on a foamy in the
LR and the fucker below me had his tv on ALL NIGHT! the sound was worming its
way up through the foamy, through the doubled up pillow and into my tender shell
like ear..so at 2.30 I took an ativan and fell fitfully asleep until the clock
went strike at 6.30.. so today I am a bit off as they say.. and looking forward
to going home and watching whatever is on the cable movie channel.... but
meanwhile our hero looks like what? " roadkill bean
bag"..unquote.. what in hell? put on a kilt ... that may
do the TRICK. I wrote to your guv about old age pensss i
ony... will let you know what they say about letting another painter onto the
island.....love from the banks of the Yukon River..... M
27 November 2003 10:06
Why didn't just go downstairs and blow him away? I thought that was the north american way of amicably resolving disputes.
And talking of firearm foolery what are you doing in all those banks on the Yukon? Robbing them? Then what? Head for the hills and hibernate with the bears until the hue and cry dies down. It's never a dull moment with you!
PS. Attached is photo of me sneakily taken by the Reporting Team while I was working on SSI. Like I said a bean bag etc!
Maeve Russet Hawthorne
27 November 2003 23:16
not a bad looking bag of beans.... ( I laughed out loud... is that aloud in
the library?).. I can see the see through your window and some rooftops... so
you live on the hill above town?
back to the pizza.. NEd waited outside... he has his new booties on so he was ok... (30-) and I had a gab with the GREEK owner.. he brought out lots of pics of his island where his ma still lives.. LESVOS or somewhere... not like my old heter Corfu.. but still quite beautiful..I took my meal back to the antique wicker chair in frontof the tv and proceeded to enjoy a fab lamb etc. kebobodoodle in a pocket with tsat.. whatever that sauce is and a salad was it ever good.... so darling been, I am planning escape in the spring to climbs southerly... my boys are now on the coast and I am lonely for them ... Brenden is looking for a liveaboard for me..Maggs is returning to this colony from Japan this summer too... with her pal so we may get all together for a visit.. havn't seen each other together for years...hmmm I'm still thinking about that Greek guy.... you know he leaned over the counter and offered me a cigarette! What does it all mean? (nothing) M
28 November 2003 09:20
Beware of Greeks bearing gifts.
Also, beware of Trojans who are so stupid that they don't think there's anything remotely suspicious about finding an enormous wooden horse parked outside the city limits just where there used to be an army of bloodthirsty Greeks!
PS. Tell him a few jokes to make sure he has a good sense of humus. Some of them can be really nasty buggers if you cross them as evidenced by the St. Valentine's Day Moussaka!
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