A Punny Thang Happint on the Way to/from Hardrock...
- Goooooooooooooooooood Morning, Vital Listerians!!!
Screaming onto your monitors thru cyberspace right after (as I see) our very
own B-Day Daemon has first posted his gleeful wishes is...
...my, uh, twisted very latest way-freaky misadventures from high atop 9,310
But instead of clogging your blogways or expanding our bandwidths, thru my
new sweet arrangement with your favorite Z-people, my "fable" is now posted
[Click only if you dare! ;]
In those immortal words of yet another way-fab fabulizer of imaginary fax,
Mr. Trail Safety:
"Here. Have some salt."
Rich ("Softrocks Rick") Limacher
Yankee Folly of the Day:
There I was, ascending astonishingly high peaks at the impossible net rate
of minus six inches per minute, and yet all around me hot flies were passing
like I was standing still...
[Nah, y'all, dat ain't no "excerpt"; it's a marketing ploy ta getchoo ta