"SOAP BOX"

Sorry 'bout the "rain" thing Patio;

But my rein doesn't end till after the next election

Letty?

The squirrels that leap from branch to branch
Up here just swell with pride;
They're fat and gay and cuddly, 'cos
they're crammed with nuts inside.

Patio; you can vote if you will, but I'm afraid I don't have the prerequisites to sustain the "halter"!

Bo - I thought this were something you could procure during your rein.

Shep/ain'ts - real bummer, that. I, um -- well, I'd be willing to feel your pain, but my state emapthy certs haven't gone through yet. I'll put in to have someone let you know when I they do.

Perhaps if I took hormones............

Say, what on earth are you two talking about with all this
"state emapthy(sp?) certificates", and "annual dues", etc.???
Is this some kind of U.S. head tax for being artistic?

My Gawd, Bo. I was wondering the same thing. This thread has gone from ravings and rantings to e-maps to whore moans. Somewhere in the middle there's gotta' be a fulcrum.

Here's my balancing act:

What is the purpose of Hillary Clinton's Memoirs? Why does the new Harry Potter book weigh two pounds?

Did I see on the news where New York is going to ban the sale of cigarettes? It's very clear, black market's here to stay. Dear Al Capone will rise again some day. Through time the stone face has crumbled; Iraq has been humbled, that's what the newsmen say...but.

SOAP BOX IS HERE TO STAY.

To be sung to the tune of "Our Love is Here to Stay"

Hey, there's a thought. Kind of an inverse of Ireland's tax break for poets (which, I s'pose, might be an urban legend).

't's what I said: you ain't shep!

Sorry shepaints, I have a habbit of abreviating "handles", and I was simply avoiding she(e)p, since it doesn't seem to fit the personality!

As a diminutive, how 'bout "paintushka";
Rather like my cat, her name is June, but I call her "Junior" for short(?)

Letty, how can the squirrels grease their palms if they have no alms? Just curious.

Well, Cav, it's quite simple, really; they have a whale of a tail, somewhat like Florida alligators. It's mating season, incidentally, for the snappers, so yawl be careful; it's a jungle out there.

So gator mating season is conveniently sandwiched between the hurricane season. A-yup, who wouldn't want to live down there?

Beats the hell outta shoveling snow, Patio. but you forgot sharks.

Did you know that Camille and Hugo were as ferocious in Virginia as they were in Florida, and that the government seeded the clouds to prevent the rain from deluging Washington?

Also, the insurance companies planned Andrew so that they would no longer have to cover us Floridians with wind storm.

Ok, now what are we going to do about that, folks?

Well, damn it, I say we take the weather making devices away from the insurance companies and give them back to their rightful and more reputable owners -- Bond movie villains!

(I've got no problem with sharks, by the way. I don't go in their home, and they don't come in mine.)

always be a little cautious with money lenders who have water dripping from the bottoms of their pants!