I stopped under the glow of a streetlamp. “Wait a minute,” I said, “We’ve got a whole herd here. Compadre, go rent a pickup truck,I’m going to sit here on the curb and clean my gat.”


There I was, facefirst in gutterland, lip bleeding and prosthetic leg missing. Oh, the shame! But all was not lost! For, I still had my Etch-a-sketch. Must turn knobs! I woozily turned what I thought was my head and opened my swollen glass eye only to find it gone too. Curse that dame! And her horse! Should I survive this double humiliation without regrowing something I'll sell my soul to Satan! Need a crutch, and a drink. Shaken, not stirred. Wait a minute, no frog licking or kicking at my athletes foot, but a large furry redeyed rat with no teeth but carrying dentures...

"Ahoy!" cried Rocket.

Rat dentures clamped and shattered everywhere, as mine had when I fell. Washington's horse dentures proved amazingly becoming and long lasting. Until now! However, Rocket bent down with one good, yet shaky leg lending his hand.

"'Ahoy'?", I said.

"Ahoy!" he replied. "Where's your leg?"

"Long story, short...memory, I just discovered I'm adopted. By Lady Godiva."

"The naked chick?"

"And her horse!"

"Pulling my leg!"


"Well since you insist..........THE END."

"...but not of THE WORLD. Nyah."

She said, as she strolled up to the two startled pathetic wretches. Parting her lips, revealing clenched teeth and bleeding gums, she softly said, "Don't mind me." I looked up into cold mirrorshades and not knowing what a mirrorshade was, I heaved a great shrug and slouched forward toward the town, followed pathetically by Rocket, a rat, and his compadre. I stopped under the glow of a streetlamp.
“Wait a minute,” I said, “We’ve got a whole herd here. Compadre, go rent a pickup truck,I’m going to sit here on the curb and clean my gat.”

"We had to drown the gat, but we saved you a couple of gittens."
(Groucho in "Monkey Business")

Chap, was the latest addition to this tale made in 3-word installments??

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Originally posted by Chapter 31:
I stopped under the glow of a streetlamp. “Wait a minute,” I said, “We’ve got a whole herd here. Compadre, go rent a pickup truck,I’m going to sit here on the curb and clean my gat.”


There I was, facefirst in gutterland, lip bleeding and prosthetic leg missing. Oh, the shame! But all was not lost! For, I still had my Etch-a-sketch. Must turn knobs! I woozily turned what I thought was my head and opened my swollen glass eye only to find it gone too. Curse that dame! And her horse! Should I survive this double humiliation without regrowing something I'll sell my soul to Satan! Need a crutch, and a drink. Shaken, not stirred. Wait a minute, no frog licking or kicking at my athletes foot, but a large furry redeyed rat with no teeth but carrying dentures...

"Ahoy!" cried Rocket.

Rat dentures clamped and shattered everywhere, as mine had when I fell. Washington's horse dentures proved amazingly becoming and long lasting. Until now! However, Rocket bent down with one good, yet shaky leg lending his hand.

"'Ahoy'?", I said.

"Ahoy!" he replied. "Where's your leg?"

"Long story, short...memory, I just discovered I'm adopted. By Lady Godiva."

"The naked chick?"

"And her horse!"

"Pulling my leg!"


"Well since you insist..........THE END."

"...but not of THE WORLD. Nyah."

She said, as she strolled up to the two startled pathetic wretches. Parting her lips, revealing clenched teeth and bleeding gums, she softly said, "Don't mind me." I looked up into cold mirrorshades and not knowing what a mirrorshade was, I heaved a great shrug and slouched forward toward the town, followed pathetically by Rocket, a rat, and his compadre. I stopped under the glow of a streetlamp.
“Wait a minute,” I said, “We’ve got a whole herd here. Compadre, go rent a pickup truck,I’m going to sit here on the curb and clean my gat.”
"Yuk! Gat gut!"

quote:

There I was, facefirst in gutterland, lip bleeding and prosthetic leg missing. Oh, the shame! But all was not lost! For, I still had my Etch-a-sketch. Must turn knobs! I woozily turned what I thought was my head and opened my swollen glass eye only to find it gone too. Curse that dame! And her horse! Should I survive this double humiliation without regrowing something I'll sell my soul to Satan! Need a crutch, and a drink. Shaken, not stirred. Wait a minute, no frog licking or kicking at my athletes foot, but a large furry redeyed rat with no teeth but carrying dentures...

"Ahoy!" cried Rocket.

Rat dentures clamped and shattered everywhere, as mine had when I fell. Washington's horse dentures proved amazingly becoming and long lasting. Until now! However, Rocket bent down with one good, yet shaky leg lending his hand.

"'Ahoy'?", I said.

"Ahoy!" he replied. "Where's your leg?"

"Long story, short...memory, I just discovered I'm adopted. By Lady Godiva."

"The naked chick?"

"And her horse!"

"Pulling my leg!"


"Well since you insist..........THE END."

"...but not of THE WORLD. Nyah."

She said, as she strolled up to the two startled pathetic wretches. Parting her lips, revealing clenched teeth and bleeding gums, she softly said, "Don't mind me." I looked up into cold mirrorshades and not knowing what a mirrorshade was, I heaved a great shrug and slouched forward toward the town, followed pathetically by Rocket, a rat, and his compadre. I stopped under the glow of a streetlamp.
“Wait a minute,” I said, “We’ve got a whole herd here. Compadre, go rent a pickup truck,I’m going to sit here on the curb and clean my gat.”
"Yuk! Gat gut!"

No! Are you

[quote]There I was, facefirst in gutterland, lip bleeding and prosthetic leg missing. Oh, the shame! But all was not lost! For, I still had my Etch-a-sketch. Must turn knobs! I woozily turned what I thought was my head and opened my swollen glass eye only to find it gone too. Curse that dame! And her horse! Should I survive this double humiliation without regrowing something I'll sell my soul to Satan! Need a crutch, and a drink. Shaken, not stirred. Wait a minute, no frog licking or kicking at my athletes foot, but a large furry redeyed rat with no teeth but carrying dentures...

"Ahoy!" cried Rocket.

Rat dentures clamped and shattered everywhere, as mine had when I fell. Washington's horse dentures proved amazingly becoming and long lasting. Until now! However, Rocket bent down with one good, yet shaky leg lending his hand.

"'Ahoy'?", I said.

"Ahoy!" he replied. "Where's your leg?"

"Long story, short...memory, I just discovered I'm adopted. By Lady Godiva."

"The naked chick?"

"And her horse!"

"Pulling my leg!"


"Well since you insist..........THE END."

"...but not of THE WORLD. Nyah."

She said, as she strolled up to the two startled pathetic wretches. Parting her lips, revealing clenched teeth and bleeding gums, she softly said, "Don't mind me." I looked up into cold mirrorshades and not knowing what a mirrorshade was, I heaved a great shrug and slouched forward toward the town, followed pathetically by Rocket, a rat, and his compadre. I stopped under the glow of a streetlamp.
“Wait a minute,” I said, “We’ve got a whole herd here. Compadre, go rent a pickup truck,I’m going to sit here on the curb and clean my gat.”
"Yuk! Gat gut!"
No! Are you still drunk from

There I was, facefirst in gutterland, lip bleeding and prosthetic leg missing. Oh, the shame! But all was not lost! For, I still had my Etch-a-sketch. Must turn knobs! I woozily turned what I thought was my head and opened my swollen glass eye only to find it gone too. Curse that dame! And her horse! Should I survive this double humiliation without regrowing something I'll sell my soul to Satan! Need a crutch, and a drink. Shaken, not stirred. Wait a minute, no frog licking or kicking at my athletes foot, but a large furry redeyed rat with no teeth but carrying dentures...

"Ahoy!" cried Rocket.

Rat dentures clamped and shattered everywhere, as mine had when I fell. Washington's horse dentures proved amazingly becoming and long lasting. Until now! However, Rocket bent down with one good, yet shaky leg lending his hand.

"'Ahoy'?", I said.

"Ahoy!" he replied. "Where's your leg?"

"Long story, short...memory, I just discovered I'm adopted. By Lady Godiva."

"The naked chick?"

"And her horse!"

"Pulling my leg!"


"Well since you insist..........THE END."

"...but not of THE WORLD. Nyah."

She said, as she strolled up to the two startled pathetic wretches. Parting her lips, revealing clenched teeth and bleeding gums, she softly said, "Don't mind me." I looked up into cold mirrorshades and not knowing what a mirrorshade was, I heaved a great shrug and slouched forward toward the town, followed pathetically by Rocket, a rat, and his compadre. I stopped under the glow of a streetlamp.
“Wait a minute,” I said, “We’ve got a whole herd here. Compadre, go rent a pickup truck,I’m going to sit here on the curb and clean my gat.”
"Yuk! Gat gut!"
No! Are you still drunk from those seventeen martinis?

There I was, facefirst in gutterland, lip bleeding and prosthetic leg missing. Oh, the shame! But all was not lost! For, I still had my Etch-a-sketch. Must turn knobs! I woozily turned what I thought was my head and opened my swollen glass eye only to find it gone too. Curse that dame! And her horse! Should I survive this double humiliation without regrowing something I'll sell my soul to Satan! Need a crutch, and a drink. Shaken, not stirred. Wait a minute, no frog licking or kicking at my athletes foot, but a large furry redeyed rat with no teeth but carrying dentures...

"Ahoy!" cried Rocket.

Rat dentures clamped and shattered everywhere, as mine had when I fell. Washington's horse dentures proved amazingly becoming and long lasting. Until now! However, Rocket bent down with one good, yet shaky leg lending his hand.

"'Ahoy'?", I said.

"Ahoy!" he replied. "Where's your leg?"

"Long story, short...memory, I just discovered I'm adopted. By Lady Godiva."

"The naked chick?"

"And her horse!"

"Pulling my leg!"


"Well since you insist..........THE END."

"...but not of THE WORLD. Nyah."

She said, as she strolled up to the two startled pathetic wretches. Parting her lips, revealing clenched teeth and bleeding gums, she softly said, "Don't mind me." I looked up into cold mirrorshades and not knowing what a mirrorshade was, I heaved a great shrug and slouched forward toward the town, followed pathetically by Rocket, a rat, and his compadre. I stopped under the glow of a streetlamp.
“Wait a minute,” I said, “We’ve got a whole herd here. Compadre, go rent a pickup truck,I’m going to sit here on the curb and clean my gat.”

"Yuk! Gat gut!"

No! Are you still drunk from those seventeen martinis?

"One Pangalactic Gargleblaster."

There I was, facefirst in gutterland, lip bleeding and prosthetic leg missing. Oh, the shame! But all was not lost! For, I still had my Etch-a-sketch. Must turn knobs! I woozily turned what I thought was my head and opened my swollen glass eye only to find it gone too. Curse that dame! And her horse! Should I survive this double humiliation without regrowing something I'll sell my soul to Satan! Need a crutch, and a drink. Shaken, not stirred. Wait a minute, no frog licking or kicking at my athletes foot, but a large furry redeyed rat with no teeth but carrying dentures...

"Ahoy!" cried Rocket.

Rat dentures clamped and shattered everywhere, as mine had when I fell. Washington's horse dentures proved amazingly becoming and long lasting. Until now! However, Rocket bent down with one good, yet shaky leg lending his hand.

"'Ahoy'?", I said.

"Ahoy!" he replied. "Where's your leg?"

"Long story, short...memory, I just discovered I'm adopted. By Lady Godiva."

"The naked chick?"

"And her horse!"

"Pulling my leg!"


"Well since you insist..........THE END."

"...but not of THE WORLD. Nyah."

She said, as she strolled up to the two startled pathetic wretches. Parting her lips, revealing clenched teeth and bleeding gums, she softly said, "Don't mind me." I looked up into cold mirrorshades and not knowing what a mirrorshade was, I heaved a great shrug and slouched forward toward the town, followed pathetically by Rocket, a rat, and his compadre. I stopped under the glow of a streetlamp.
“Wait a minute,” I said, “We’ve got a whole herd here. Compadre, go rent a pickup truck,I’m going to sit here on the curb and clean my gat.”

"Yuk! Gat gut!"

No! Are you still drunk from those seventeen martinis?

"One Pangalactic Gargleblaster."

"Oh, that's potent!"

There I was, facefirst in gutterland, lip bleeding and prosthetic leg missing. Oh, the shame! But all was not lost! For, I still had my Etch-a-sketch. Must turn knobs! I woozily turned what I thought was my head and opened my swollen glass eye only to find it gone too. Curse that dame! And her horse! Should I survive this double humiliation without regrowing something I'll sell my soul to Satan! Need a crutch, and a drink. Shaken, not stirred. Wait a minute, no frog licking or kicking at my athletes foot, but a large furry redeyed rat with no teeth but carrying dentures...

"Ahoy!" cried Rocket.

Rat dentures clamped and shattered everywhere, as mine had when I fell. Washington's horse dentures proved amazingly becoming and long lasting. Until now! However, Rocket bent down with one good, yet shaky leg lending his hand.

"'Ahoy'?", I said.

"Ahoy!" he replied. "Where's your leg?"

"Long story, short...memory, I just discovered I'm adopted. By Lady Godiva."

"The naked chick?"

"And her horse!"

"Pulling my leg!"


"Well since you insist..........THE END."

"...but not of THE WORLD. Nyah."

She said, as she strolled up to the two startled pathetic wretches. Parting her lips, revealing clenched teeth and bleeding gums, she softly said, "Don't mind me." I looked up into cold mirrorshades and not knowing what a mirrorshade was, I heaved a great shrug and slouched forward toward the town, followed pathetically by Rocket, a rat, and his compadre. I stopped under the glow of a streetlamp.
“Wait a minute,” I said, “We’ve got a whole herd here. Compadre, go rent a pickup truck,I’m going to sit here on the curb and clean my gat.”

"Yuk! Gat gut!"

No! Are you still drunk from those seventeen martinis?

"One Pangalactic Gargleblaster."

"Oh, that's potent!" Anything else would

The topic had me intrigued, but it looks like some sort of ongoing storyline. Sorry. But I am very concerned with a great war possibly happening in this world and everybody seems to be going on with life like nothing is going to happen. Are the world societies about to fall off the edge? The problem is there is no where to run. Is that why people like Ray Bradbury and others think it is necessary to leave this planet? I remember a scene out of The Martian Chronicles where the guy with the hot dog stand (sorry, can't redcall his name off hand) looked up into the sky where Earth was and knew that a great war had taken place. Is this where everything is ultimately going?

quote:

There I was, facefirst in gutterland, lip bleeding and prosthetic leg missing. Oh, the shame! But all was not lost! For, I still had my Etch-a-sketch. Must turn knobs! I woozily turned what I thought was my head and opened my swollen glass eye only to find it gone too. Curse that dame! And her horse! Should I survive this double humiliation without regrowing something I'll sell my soul to Satan! Need a crutch, and a drink. Shaken, not stirred. Wait a minute, no frog licking or kicking at my athletes foot, but a large furry redeyed rat with no teeth but carrying dentures...

"Ahoy!" cried Rocket.

Rat dentures clamped and shattered everywhere, as mine had when I fell. Washington's horse dentures proved amazingly becoming and long lasting. Until now! However, Rocket bent down with one good, yet shaky leg lending his hand.

"'Ahoy'?", I said.

"Ahoy!" he replied. "Where's your leg?"

"Long story, short...memory, I just discovered I'm adopted. By Lady Godiva."

"The naked chick?"

"And her horse!"

"Pulling my leg!"


"Well since you insist..........THE END."

"...but not of THE WORLD. Nyah."

She said, as she strolled up to the two startled pathetic wretches. Parting her lips, revealing clenched teeth and bleeding gums, she softly said, "Don't mind me." I looked up into cold mirrorshades and not knowing what a mirrorshade was, I heaved a great shrug and slouched forward toward the town, followed pathetically by Rocket, a rat, and his compadre. I stopped under the glow of a streetlamp.
“Wait a minute,” I said, “We’ve got a whole herd here. Compadre, go rent a pickup truck,I’m going to sit here on the curb and clean my gat.”

"Yuk! Gat gut!"

No! Are you still drunk from those seventeen martinis?

"One Pangalactic Gargleblaster."

"Oh, that's potent!" Anything else would

eat your insides

There I was, facefirst in gutterland, lip bleeding and prosthetic leg missing. Oh, the shame! But all was not lost! For, I still had my Etch-a-sketch. Must turn knobs! I woozily turned what I thought was my head and opened my swollen glass eye only to find it gone too. Curse that dame! And her horse! Should I survive this double humiliation without regrowing something I'll sell my soul to Satan! Need a crutch, and a drink. Shaken, not stirred. Wait a minute, no frog licking or kicking at my athletes foot, but a large furry redeyed rat with no teeth but carrying dentures...

"Ahoy!" cried Rocket.

Rat dentures clamped and shattered everywhere, as mine had when I fell. Washington's horse dentures proved amazingly becoming and long lasting. Until now! However, Rocket bent down with one good, yet shaky leg lending his hand.

"'Ahoy'?", I said.

"Ahoy!" he replied. "Where's your leg?"

"Long story, short...memory, I just discovered I'm adopted. By Lady Godiva."

"The naked chick?"

"And her horse!"

"Pulling my leg!"


"Well since you insist..........THE END."

"...but not of THE WORLD. Nyah."

She said, as she strolled up to the two startled pathetic wretches. Parting her lips, revealing clenched teeth and bleeding gums, she softly said, "Don't mind me." I looked up into cold mirrorshades and not knowing what a mirrorshade was, I heaved a great shrug and slouched forward toward the town, followed pathetically by Rocket, a rat, and his compadre. I stopped under the glow of a streetlamp.
“Wait a minute,” I said, “We’ve got a whole herd here. Compadre, go rent a pickup truck,I’m going to sit here on the curb and clean my gat.”

"Yuk! Gat gut!"

No! Are you still drunk from those seventeen martinis?

"One Pangalactic Gargleblaster."

"Oh, that's potent! Anything else would
eat your insides a lot less!"

There I was, facefirst in gutterland, lip bleeding and prosthetic leg missing. Oh, the shame! But all was not lost! For, I still had my Etch-a-sketch. Must turn knobs! I woozily turned what I thought was my head and opened my swollen glass eye only to find it gone too. Curse that dame! And her horse! Should I survive this double humiliation without regrowing something I'll sell my soul to Satan! Need a crutch, and a drink. Shaken, not stirred. Wait a minute, no frog licking or kicking at my athletes foot, but a large furry redeyed rat with no teeth but carrying dentures...

"Ahoy!" cried Rocket.

Rat dentures clamped and shattered everywhere, as mine had when I fell. Washington's horse dentures proved amazingly becoming and long lasting. Until now! However, Rocket bent down with one good, yet shaky leg lending his hand.

"'Ahoy'?", I said.

"Ahoy!" he replied. "Where's your leg?"

"Long story, short...memory, I just discovered I'm adopted. By Lady Godiva."

"The naked chick?"

"And her horse!"

"Pulling my leg!"


"Well since you insist..........THE END."

"...but not of THE WORLD. Nyah."

She said, as she strolled up to the two startled pathetic wretches. Parting her lips, revealing clenched teeth and bleeding gums, she softly said, "Don't mind me." I looked up into cold mirrorshades and not knowing what a mirrorshade was, I heaved a great shrug and slouched forward toward the town, followed pathetically by Rocket, a rat, and his compadre. I stopped under the glow of a streetlamp.
“Wait a minute,” I said, “We’ve got a whole herd here. Compadre, go rent a pickup truck,I’m going to sit here on the curb and clean my gat.”

"Yuk! Gat gut!"

No! Are you still drunk from those seventeen martinis?

"One Pangalactic Gargleblaster."

"Oh, that's potent! Anything else would
eat your insides a lot less!"

"You don't say!"

There I was, facefirst in gutterland, lip bleeding and prosthetic leg missing. Oh, the shame! But all was not lost! For, I still had my Etch-a-sketch. Must turn knobs! I woozily turned what I thought was my head and opened my swollen glass eye only to find it gone too. Curse that dame! And her horse! Should I survive this double humiliation without regrowing something I'll sell my soul to Satan! Need a crutch, and a drink. Shaken, not stirred. Wait a minute, no frog licking or kicking at my athletes foot, but a large furry redeyed rat with no teeth but carrying dentures...

"Ahoy!" cried Rocket.

Rat dentures clamped and shattered everywhere, as mine had when I fell. Washington's horse dentures proved amazingly becoming and long lasting. Until now! However, Rocket bent down with one good, yet shaky leg lending his hand.

"'Ahoy'?", I said.

"Ahoy!" he replied. "Where's your leg?"

"Long story, short...memory, I just discovered I'm adopted. By Lady Godiva."

"The naked chick?"

"And her horse!"

"Pulling my leg!"


"Well since you insist..........THE END."

"...but not of THE WORLD. Nyah."

She said, as she strolled up to the two startled pathetic wretches. Parting her lips, revealing clenched teeth and bleeding gums, she softly said, "Don't mind me." I looked up into cold mirrorshades and not knowing what a mirrorshade was, I heaved a great shrug and slouched forward toward the town, followed pathetically by Rocket, a rat, and his compadre. I stopped under the glow of a streetlamp.
“Wait a minute,” I said, “We’ve got a whole herd here. Compadre, go rent a pickup truck,I’m going to sit here on the curb and clean my gat.”

"Yuk! Gat gut!"

No! Are you still drunk from those seventeen martinis?

"One Pangalactic Gargleblaster."

"Oh, that's potent! Anything else would
eat your insides a lot less!"

"You don't say!"

"Yep! I do!"