Hijack: How about PT the Now Searchable? Or just PT the Searchable?
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Hurry up and ask Uncle Rue or I will as soon as I know what you’re talking about!
Ok PT, since you finally asked, THIS is the e-mail du weekend…
Dearest Boogerhead, (That’s not what I really called 'em. I used their name. But the way things turned out, I’m going to protect their privacy with “Boogerhead”.)
You, you, you… oooooh! I’m so mad I don’t know how to start! Just too good to have kids, huh? Well! I mean really! Well!
Look down your smug little nose at us “Breeders” too, dontcha? Yeah, that’s what I thought! “Oh, some of my best friends have kids!” (I’m doing my best whiney-Boogerhead voice too) Yeah, I’ve heard it all before.Then you mock us for continuing the species. When you’re in your bed in your nursing home just before you die (DIE!) and there’s a kind nurse there to help console you THEN you’ll be glad SOME of us poppped out a few puppies. If it wasn’t for us, where would you get that nice nurse who’s all understanding and kind and stuff? Huh? From people like you? NO WAY! From people like ME! ME! That’s who!
And the kid behind the counter flipping burgers, ever think where THEY come from? (NO! NOT “Mexico”. Sheesh!) So the next time you get your greedy self a hamburger THEN you’ll be glad SOME PEOPLE are considerate enough to have kids. Then and WHEN YOU DIE!
If you had any decency, you’d pound out a couple- four kids and see how you like them. Jesus wants you to have lots of kids. He said so in the Bible! It’s in the BIBLE! And then if you don’t like them or can’t fit them in your hoity toity high class “lifestyle” or they’re stupid or ugly or something, then you can sell them off for Medical Research and make a tidy profit while you’re helping the sick. Never thought of that, did you? No, you’re kind never does!
Heeeeeeeey… aren’t you living in Sin too? Oh yeah, just bring down the Moral Foundations of this Great Country of ours why don’t you? Well you already are!
P’shew! That wore me out. Now I’m going to enjoy a nice cold Fresca in the firm knowledge I OWN the Moral High-ground! Ha ha to you!
Yer pal,
Rue.
XOXOX
Wow. It’s just amazing I wasn’t the Captain of the Debating Team in High School, isn’t it? Look at that cold logic, the empassioned delivery.
Too bad it was all for naught.
-Rue.
Lovely email Rue, I especially liked the coherent, to-the-point arguments. I’m glad I wasn’t in your school debating team – it would have been one heck of a commute. Mind you, our school didn’t have a debating team, which is probably for the best.
One bit I thought was rather good was the end – the kiss and two oxen, below your name, was the icing on the cake. Not to say that I’d use any type of cattle in icing, or kiss a cake – that’s unhygienic. It takes a special sort of person not to take umbrage at the kind of comments you appear to have received.
You have my utmost respect [sub]since I’m not using it at the moment[/sub].
If I was wearing a hat I’d take it off, since it’s impolite to wear one indoors, unless you’re female, which I am not (unless I am very much mistaken).
I’d like to dedicate this part of the post to apologising for the tardiness in my reply - my PC crashed (it ran straight into a firewall at 20MBps) and I’ve only just got back on line. Feel free to show any lack of sympathy in any way you wish - cash is always appreciated.
PT
Well I’m late.
But maybe I’m not really. I mean my Mondays have been coming later and later all the time. This week, my Monday is on Saturday. Go figure. Really, I’m no good at math at all.
But I just wanted to commentate about the fur-coat lady mentioned in the OP. See I just went to tea this afternoon accompanied by various family-type persons.
I love saying that by the way. “I went to tea this afternoon.” Sounds so ritzy-like.
Anyway, my sister-type person was wearing a fur coat when we went to tea, a capital idea I suppose since it was only 25 degrees out. But lest you think she is one of these overdressed-type people, she was also wearing faded blue jeans and a simple top. See, she went to this rummage sale a while back and acquired this coat from a little old Jewish-type lady for an astonishingly small amount of green-type money.
So maybe your lady-type person was just an extraordinarily good shopper.
Or perhaps she stomped on a few minks. You never can tell.