Ellpus is immediately shot by cj who mistakes him for a tspring gobbler.
Fortunately cj's shot isnt very fatal, and Ellpus drags himself over to his outdoor liquor rack and frig which he had installed at the manor to commemorate the British victory in the Falklands. He pours himself a stiff back of Boodles and quaffs.
"Ack, I feel like bloody hell, whats all this now?"
Yes, and soon! Here's hoping you'll be Action Man again before to long, farmer!
Farmerman, I'm so glad it wasn't a stroke!
Jeez Louise, me too. Ive read kuvascz ' thread about his dogs and that he suffered one only a few weeks ago. He sounds like hes on a speedy recovery. Medicine has come so far that, my doctor told me that strokes are almost (if we dont ignore the symptoms) manageable like a chronic condition, and weve got ways of interdicting them that we didnt have until the recent decade.
farmerman wrote:Soon as I got home, we had company. Everybodys eating. Its like the SOpranos. C. J. Jerry Springer? not my Cuppa. Im watching English comedies on BBC USA. Dont tell Ellpus, hes such a highbrow.
...and there's no better English comedy than that from whence comes your Avatar, FM. Baldrick gets all the best lines.
Just heard about your "Terminator"-style repair. Glad it seems to be all OK.
Wishing Farmerman
Here's to a speedy recovery!
Good grief, Charlie Brown.
What's goin' on around here?
Take care, fm.
Gracie Heavyhands and everyone at the Dead Dog Cafe hope you're oop and aboot soon.
He posted today.... elsewhere
I have just heard from my sources that farmerman has passed on.
He was a good man. A damn good man.
I'm gonna miss that old bastard.
passed out Gus, not passed on!
Oh. So I don't get his cows?
gustavratzenhofer wrote:Oh. So I don't get his cows?
Not while this furry body has breath.
Farmerman, I hope you're feeling better soon.
Im sitting up, taking nourishment and went and got my straightjacket sling off today. my arm feels a bit heavy and Ive gotta start PT.
PT is just another way to extract money from patients by making them do ridiculous exercises in pools and get hooked up to "medical quackery" machines that measure transcurrent galvanostimuli or some other meaningless ****.
I like the PT story where there are 3 levels of weight loos and fitness improvement
1Level 1. They put you in a room with abeautiful girl (naked of course) She wears a sign >If you catch me you F**k me
2 Level 2-Same thing but with two gorgeious females with signs>If you catch us you f**k us
3 Level3-They put you ina room witha big ass gorilla, sign reads>If I catch you, I F**k you.
Fman - did you have surgery to take the shrapnel out?
