Yes, I have. However, my breath now smells like onions from today’s lunch at Lupe Tortillas…anyone have a mint?
Here is a shot of us dopers. listening in anticipation. (the famous MonkeyMule playing himself is circled)
Meanwhile, MC is oblivious to it all…
and one of Skip
GaryT, I agree–and that’s why Friend called the office–but at this point we have some indication that this mess is of her own making. Not that this means everything’s kosher, but given the probability that she was not snatched against her will by some creepy guy who popped out of a dark alley, I wonder if she’s going to fall a few notches on (or possibly off of) the detective’s list of priorities.
At any rate, given what must be a completely whack state of mind on MC’s part to do this, I definitely would NOT call it a benign situation, even if she is not physically harmed.
This is why I love this board!
If one of the dreaded scenarios should turn out to be true, we might need to recast Clark Johnson as the detective.
OK, with deference to Gary T’s voice of reason, sobriety, and concern, I still have to say that that was damn funny.
People are surprised when I tell them I don’t watch soap operas.
“I don’t need to watch them,” I say, “There’s this website I know…”
I am addicted to this story!
Actually, I was thinking more in terms of Michael Bowman. 
Just doin’ my job, Auntie Em.
May I suggest that this become an art filme.
In which case, Christopher Walken plays all the creepy roles.
This way, we the audience, can come out of the theater and scratch our heads in mass confusion:
Bad News Baboon: “OK, now, was that last guy supposed to be Christopher Walken the Trucker guy or Christopher Walken the Meter guy?”
Dolores Claiborne:“no, no, no! That was Christopher Walken the Detective”
Watcher of the Skies: “You are so full of it! It was Christopher Walken, the meter guy!”
etc…
Another lurker checking in! I’ve been following along since the start of the first thread and am completely addicted. I hope MC is OK, but I want to add my voice to the request for a webcam so we can see how this sordid story ends! :eek:
::searches for “subscribe” button::
Oh, and Bad News Baboon, this:
is freaking hysterical! 
I’m just sorry we have to wait until at least Friday afternoon for more details! 
Engel
Hey. Hey! HEY!
I most definitely look nothing like a permanently orange man (Georgie-Poo), or a weenie country singer. Although your intentions are good, I feel that you’ve completely missed out in pegging my inner and outer beauty. Truthfully, I can only think of three people who could accurately portray me, auntie em’s faithful love and sidekick.
Please choose at least one.
well, as we have to wait until friday, I will pop in everynow and then with an image to help you guys visualize the scene.
here, for example, is the ‘hotel’ from which the phone call was made.
This one doesn’t need a caption
The reason she needed $344.00 (plus tax) (CAUTION for those at work: this one will has audio)
Relax, Skip Magic. I can’t stand country music. But I think Alan Jackson is absolutely gorgeous. No insult intended. I don’t think you’re a weenie. Just that you’re blond with great shoulders.
Sure, it could be his first posthumous role. Unless you count “Radioland Murders.”
Cell phone calls aren’t traceable to a specific street address, but definitely traceable to the cell from which the call was made. That’s how they know you’re roaming. . .
No comment.
Hardy-har-har. Har.
You’d only like to think that because his website has this lil’ gem:
Silly rabbit. Tupac’s ressurection is for kids!
Thank you, BNB, for helping us get through these upcoming difficult times. Otherwise, how will we survive???
I don’t disagree.
Hmm… the sig line possibilites here…
MC goes missing on her way to a three-day meeting. Now we learn that antie em will be off to a two-day meeting. . .
Hmmm . . .
They’re dropping like flies over there. Now, can I reiterate my request, auntie em that you please, please puhhhlease make sure I’m your beneficiary?
You know, just in (ahem) case. 