Skipper wailed and gnashed his teeth and tore at his greasy, graying
hair and felt the old acid reflux acting up and then said:

I'm so persecuted because of my foul behavior and my lack of ability and
my loathsome appearance and my repeated lying. It is not fair. Help me,
Xenu; you're my only hope.

LNC

Skipper wrote:

Is Sylvia's last name Harkness?

From chapter 22 of Huckleberry Finn:

They swarmed up in front of Sherburn's palings as
thick as they could jam together, and you couldn't
hear yourself think for the noise. It was a little
twenty-foot yard. Some sung out "Tear down the
fence! tear down the fence!" Then there was a
racket of ripping and tearing and smashing, and down
she goes, and the front wall of the crowd begins to
roll in like a wave.

Just then Sherburn steps out on to the roof of his
little front porch, with a double-barrel gun in his hand,
and takes his stand, perfectly ca'm and deliberate, not
saying a word. The racket stopped, and the wave
sucked back.

On Jun 30, 9:54 pm, Skipper wrote:

Sort of an 'Erin Stalkovitch'??

DB

These seem to be increasing in several countries.

http://www.thisislondon.co.uk/news/article-23503567-details/Man+sues+old
+schoolfriend+for+libel+after+he+made+%%27fake%%27+entries+on+Facebook/art
icle.do

http://tinyurl.com/5ve4mg

I'll have to check with my old friend Jayne Hitchcock and see what
she's got to say about the latest on this kind of stuff. As I recall,
her landmark case and subsequent changing of laws across the U.S. began
when she was mistreated via an online writing group. She'll be happy to
hear from me; I still want to get a movie made of her story.

I don't believe it!
http://english.aljazeera.net/news/americas/2008/06/200863021574354405.html

I'll let you all read this:

"MEDICARE COVERAGE IN A NUTSHELL

The phone rings, and the lady of the house answers,
'Hello.'
'Mrs. Sanders, please.'
'Speaking.'
'Mrs. Sanders, this is Doctor Jones at Saint Agnes Laboratory. When
your
husband's doctor sent his biopsy...

This one can't be more than 7 weeks old. Certainly not old enough to avoid
being snuck up on by an old man in tennis shoes. No sooner did I hold her
when she started purring. Righ tnow she's eating a small portion of turkey
and giblet pate; and I expect that she will crash in the next few minutes.

When I spotted her, I moved in and scooped her up and took her inside
because Mrs Well told me two days ago that there was a tiny kitten outside
that was crying. Once I had her in a safe place, I put on my up-close
glasses and determined that she was a girl kitten, but we're not sure yet
what to name her. Mebbe I'll name her for someone here on the newsgroup.
Preferably a female frouper.

Prollem is that she looks like four others that we have who are also
females--except that she's younger, of course. But there are always enough
differences that I can tell them apart in the house. A different spot here
and a different stripe there, and so forth. She seems to have a few small
ringworm places on her ears and neck that I can treat with stuff I have.
I'll take her to the vet tomorrow and have her checked out, and then bring
her home and deflea her with Ivory dish soap. I suspect she weighs no more
than 3/4 pound.

Isn't this interesting?

One never knows.
http://www.breitbart.com/article.php?id=D91KLMD80&show_article=1

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Amen.

(He'll say I stole it.)