CBW is in slumberland. But, I am sure she will respond in the morning. But, between you and me, I think she tied CB's shoe laces together just last week. She is a bit of an evil wench, if you ask me. Look at her avitar. We can only guess as to what she did to make her baby scream like that! And, she has the gall to post it here for the world to see!
Cheeky!

Er, what? Salt Peter did you say?

Jumping Gee Wilikers... don't go there! I think, well, let me give a little background on this. You see, during world war 2, the American government sent England millions of cases of Hormel Spam. After months of being bombed by Hitler, it was all they had to eat, you see. Well, as we all know, if you eat too much of the stuff, strange things began to happen in your DNA... things I'd rather not go into but I think you get my drift!

No I don't. I am obtuse. Please explain, if for no other reason than to benefit all of those on this thread. I am sure they would like to know too.

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No I don't. I am obtuse. Please explain.

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I'm sure that even though you are obtuse, you are still a very nice person. Don't let it ruin your life and you health though, just stop eating so many Big Macs and fries.

I see the short bus has arrived and unloaded.

Hey, I resemble those remarks.

Where! Where! Don't let J-9 beat me up and do nasty things to me!

Oh, Maggie, dear, don't be a little Mama's boy!!

J_9 is the cruelest woman I know. She keeps me medicated and locked up all the time.

So, as I was saying about the Hormel Spam, it caused a flaw in the British DNA. When Prince Charles was born, they knew it had gone far enough, his ears you know. So, they decided that Spam must be outlawed in England. Hence, beans on toast. Now I don't know about you but the beans keep rolling off onto the floor and my dog eats them then we have doggie farts all night and to tell you the truth I don't like anything at all that has anything at all to do with beans on toast. And that is the end of my story... oh yea, one more thing, the queen isn't really ugly, they just took a picture of her while she was eating spam so don't call her "Hatchet Face" anymore.

Maggie, stop hiding under Ruby's skirts. Come on out Maggie...

I don't want to be medicated and strapped to the bed anymore.

Come on Mag, it's not that bad, it only hurts for a SECOND!!

So you see, when dogs ruled the earth, they all went to a big dance. A big doggy dance in a giant dog house and they were just having a ball. To get into a doggy dance, they had to check their tails at the tail check both, you see. That is because it is nearly impossible to dance with a dance floor full of dogs with their tails going every which way and getting slapped by one tail then another so, they made them check them at the tail check booth. Well, it seems that a huge fire broke out from the stage show and good lord dogs went running like hell to get out of there and on the way out they just grabbed any tail that was laying around the tail check booth on the way out. That is why the first thing dogs do is smell another dogs tail, to see if he has the right tail. That's what my dog told me any way. Mind you, he has been known to lie... well, maybe not lie per se but, strech the truth from time to time. Just ask my cat.

I expect to awake one morning very soon, turn on CNN, and see George W. Bush on the screen saying: "Me and Daddy have taken over the world. The world is ours. I get the left half and Daddy gets the right. We were going to split it the other way but I don't want the top half, it's too cold and besides I wouldn't have got to keep my ranch in Crawford and that is where my baseball card collection is so we split it down the middle...you know the long ways...up and down ways."

Mag, do your dog and cat talk to you often?

Hold still just a little pinch. Oh, it's Haldol, should make you nice and relaxed in a minute.

I step out of the room to answer a question and look what I find. A whole mess of dog crap.

I have to admit, when I read the George Bush rant, I peed my pants a wee bit.

Ha ha ha ha ha... I don't get it. But maybe I do. I do find it funny only if I don't. That's what made me president. The Vice President made me insane, you see. Oh yes, I would like a spot of tea. Ha ha ha ha. Marvelous.

What? This is a Looney Bin, isn't it?

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Ha ha ha ha ha... I don't get it. But maybe I do. I do find it funny only if I don't. That's what made me president. The Vice President made me insane, you see. Oh yes, I would like a spot of tea. Ha ha ha ha. Marvelous.

What? This is a Looney Bin, isn't it?

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You dissapoint me greatly.