The St. Bernard stopped in this weekend. She was awful lethargic....pooching up around the middle a little....I bought her a ticket to Denver.

oops, doesnt Max know to glove up?

Like I don't have enough problems already?

cubdog

After stopping off at Wolf Lake to visit with friends Max went on down to Cario for a night of pilage and plunder with the "Boys".



Paulie,



a once honorable member of the community had been out with Max that night drinking Old Bushmills, chasing the Lassie's and singing songs, said "A fine Lad is Max, does does a man proud!" Paulie went on to say, "Max be headed down to New Orleans, he said something about the French Quarters and a Poodle". Paulie since has been admitted to Triangle Center for rehabilitation, apparently Max introduced Paulie to the evils of Tequila, Paulie was arrested for dancing in the streets in a pink tutu, singing "Don't Mess with my Tutu."

After an all night rampage Max jumped a ride on the City of New Orleans, singing Cindy Lauper songs, and is expected to arrive in New Orleans soon.



Ross, for Max's sake I hope he returns to Denver soon, he could really use some help.

By the way what would Max want with a bowling ball, a bag of clothespins, and a snorkle?

Jim

I don't unnerstand this thread, but I'm gonna post!

Don't unnerstand how to embed images in the body of a post, either, so here's an attachment. Ozzy, rest his soul.





(Somebody clue me in to a good (read: simple) photo hosting site please )

Photobucket works easily.

Photobucket link

Jim

By the way, I'm winning!



Jim

No, I'm winning.

By the way, these guys showed up this morning looking for Max. They said something about he was going to marry their sister, and they were on their way to the wedding......................

Was it their sister or cousin?

Jim

........Yes................

It's probably a good thing Max is so drunk. If he were sober he would realize just how much trouble he's in.

cubdog

He said you're a pushover - all he has to do is wag his tail and bring you the paper once, and he's home free....................

Nothing like it, stay drunk, avoid hangovers.


Jim

Rindercella Or Ode to Max the Pransome hince
(as told by Archie Campbell on Hee Haw)


Once upon a time in a corn foundry there lived a geautiful birl and her
name was Rindercella. Now, Rindercella lived with her mugly other and two
sad blisters. Also in this same corn foundry there lived a pransome
hince, and this pransome hince was going to have a bancy fall and he'd
invited people for riles amound, especially the pich reople.

Now, Rindercella's mugly other and her two sad blisters went to town to
buy some bancy fesses for the bancy fall, but Rindercella couldn't go
'cause all she had to wear were some old ruddy dags. Finally, the night
of the bancy fall arrived and Rindercella couldn't go so she just crank
down and shried.

She was sitting there shrieing when all of a sudden there appeared before
her her gay mudfather. He touched her with his wagic mand and there
appeared before her a kig boach and hix white sorses to take her to the
bancy fall, and he said -- "Rindercella, be sure and be home before
midnight or I'll purn you into a tumpkin!"

When Rindercella arrived at the bancy fall, the pransome hince met her at
the door because he'd been watching from behind a wooden hindow.
Rindercella and the pransome hince manced all night long until midnight
and they lell in fove. Finally, the mid-clock struck night and
Rindercella spaced down the rairs and just as she beached the rottom she
slopped her dripper!

The next day the pransome hince went all over the corn foundry looking for
the geautiful birl who had slopped her dripper. They finally came to
Rindercella's house, and he tried it on the mugly other and it fidn't dit.
Then he tried it on the two sisty uglers and it fidn't dit, and then he
tried it on Rindercella and it fid dit! It was exactly the sight rize!
And so they were married and lived heavenly after happily.

Now, the moral of the story is this: If you go to a bancy fall and you
want a pransome hince to lell in fove with you -- don't foget to slop your
dripper!


Jim

Shullbit!