A private message for kickycan. ( everybody else stay out )

Hey, kickster, the pm service isn't working so I thought I'd get in contact with you this way. Feel free to talk, I left a note for everybody to stay out and I think we can trust our A2K brethren.

Here's the problem: Remember when you, Bi-Polar Bear and I would get together every day and start running around like a buncha crazed fools, whoopin' and hollerin', crashing threads, calling people names, and just acting in a general disruptive manner?

That was some fun ****. Like the time we barged in on Sozobe and Eva and they were in this really serious discussion, and Bear started making farting noises and you dumped that stuff on Eva's head. I was laughing so hard, I couldn't do anything.

Or, hey, remember when we got Frank Aspia so mad when we started calling him a catholic?

Man, those were the days! But, kicky, have you noticed that Bear hasn't been hanging around with us lately? That's my concern and I'd like your feedback on this rather critical issue.

Here's my take: I think Squinney has laid the law down. I had this vision the other day where Bear was walking out to his van, head hung low, and suddenly Squinney appeared at the kitchen door, rolling pin in hand, and yelled, "Now, Bear, remember...bread and milk, then straight home! If you see Gus and Kicky playing in the streets, stay away from them! Those two are nothing but trouble!"

Bear says, "Yes, dear". crawls into the van and drives away. One can almost sense that he is breaking apart inside. The big lug's heart is being ripped in two. He wants to play, dammit, but that domineering wife has crippled the poor bastard.

What are we going to do, kicky? Any ideas?