Lola at the Coffee House, Cafe 101

<batting eyelashes at wolfie...>

Sweet........Wolfie, very nice.

uncle irving's diary entry (typical scrawl, odd word illegible, and smears of cheap mustard here and there)

Went to sleep thinking of creditors and woke thinking of Ann Margaret. I gotta get out of here. No time for nothing. Haven't made a diary entry since (page page page)...right...since the antichrist landed on the flight deck dreaming he was a bazooka. january january january....giddyup dammit! Full time diarist (well, amost full time, aside from the debauchery). Meantime, gotta get the dowgies rounded up...brand the ones that climbed into my truck of their own free will...sell everything...in the thick of things for just a bit longer...january giddyup dammit! Then I can write.

Ha! Real-time ICBM launch codes flashing countdowns in red starting from 300 (seconds) go back to peaceful green. Dawgies, wolfies, other darling animals go back to snooze mode. Love you too, BLath (no, not short for blather, just affectionate abbreviation), and admire you for taking on the crepe flambee which flamed out (ouch! pun not intended) on other thread.

Waiting for late p.m. flight to EU connecting to points east; wishing all here a wonderful Thanksgiving - with most particular wishes and sincerest thanks to Lola, a pearl among inn- cafe- salon- saloon-keepers and who knows what other kinds of debauched establishments. Go, Superstar! <G>

Ummmmm.... editrix wishes to bring to distinguished, soon to be world-famous, auteur's attention etymological economy practised by parents of Ann-Margret (sic) in omitting second "a" in hyphenated name.

Dear Uncle Irving,

Will send new digitally mastered disc of "Tommy" ~ satellite dish for tracking (ATV attached to each Polaris for monitoring) tables for garage sale, and NASA filament garments for warmth. A case of Cool CD-R's,
one 12 pack of Coors, computer chips for dawgies, and new heavy duty bed liner for truck.

Also sending holday gift wrapped turkey that an't (tastes like chicken)
gravy, yams, and marshmellows. Happy Thanksgiving from America.

Love,

The Pinball Wizard

Uncle Irving diary ps

Perhaps it was the stroke. Now EVERYTHING tastes like chicken.

Ann-Margret, having half the name (plus one of those nifty confidence-inspiring British hyphens) as my own dear deceased mother could loosen up a bit...I suspect a vowel obstruction.

Dear Uncle Irving,

Oh dear - then under no circumstances use microwave when preparing turkey that an't!

Love,

Martha

Microwaves are not for cooking. They are for de-damping poodles.

Then we won't worry about electrical interface affecting pacemaker.

Note: Humane Society removing all microwaves from residence.

Would you people please speak English in Wassau's cafe? What are you talking about?

Lola, I have absolutely no idea

this has turned into a regular coney corner, a digression of grand proportion...........

ofgs, Tofuturkey = 'turkey that an't' (tastes like chicken cause it does!)
Stroke = 'pacemaker' (keep away from microwave)
debunking poodles in microwave = (Blatham's insane) call SPCA!
Ann Margaret (the movie Tommy)
CD-R's = transfer writing to disc for publishing
Computer Chips (Blatham's certifiable) instead of branding iron
Coors = Mountain manufactured beer
ATV etc. = Hoft's rescue expedition

No digressions here, folks

Computer Chips = a new-tritious, new-klear tastebud exploding salty waver treat made from recycled puter casings absolutely smothered in your choice of delicious tuppings (now available in stores across Texas...no French people involved)

nice poppers

thank you bill...just had the surgery completed tuesday.

News from the Cafe mousies: they have volunteered to spend 5 weeks in space in a rotating satellite to test Martian gravity. Will update!
http://web.mit.edu/newsoffice/nr/2004/mars-biosatellite.html

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Malcolm Mouse, after briefly considering the possible downside, hits upon the notion of low-grav bedroom fun...