Good T.G. I. F.  To Ye, Greasytown:

       What a glorious feeling, I'm (somewhat) happy again!!!!!  Guess who called.  Right out of the blue.  Yes, that's right. Mr. Bill.  He's alive. ah hah hah hah.  We had a nice chat about politics mostly, the gas situation, his sisters and how his niece is nearly 14 and going on 30.  I told him of my problems with my fam damily and other goings on.  When I saw who it was on the caller ID I thought I was gonna die.  It was so good to hear his voice and his laugh again.  Good to know that he is well and busy defending the poor,  the unfortunate, and the downtrodden.  Or as he puts it in legal terms "idiots".  And he didn't mention The Skank...not once.  Is there trouble in Paradise?  Dare I hope?  Needless to say, the whole conversation made my day, month, and pro'ly year.  My birthday is next month as you all know,  and if I don't get any other gifts, other than this brief conversation, I will be the happiest of old, fat, Poobah candidates.   Ah, God, blog pals....if I died right now, I would have no regrets. 

Have a good one, everybody.

reguards

yer now just how pathetic can one person get pal

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