Sniff, I can barely write through my tears of joy, but it seems that Poofy was not lost!
She’s at the post office waiting for PoofDaddy to pick her up!
Oh happy day!
I’ll let PoofDaddy decide when he wants to share her with the world…he might want some alone time with her first. Wink Wink. 
Oh, yeah, and I WUV YOU POOFDADDY!
And there was laughter & rejoicing!
[dancing around like Kermit the Frog]
YAYAYAYYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAY!!!
[/dancing around like Kermit the Frog]
Oh man, now I’ll think of PoofDaddy whenever I hear Puff Daddy.
Thanks, Tater. 
And I’ll think of Lady Di whenever I go into a sex shop!
Whoa whoa whoa. Slow down. Now who…or what…is a Poofy?
Excellent, I was so worried about Poofy .
Have you contacted PoofDaddy?
PoofDaddy contacted me!
Whenever he is ready, Poofy will be get her formal introduction to the boards.
Oooh, and now we’ve found Yoji, too. Smooch! I’ve missed you!
Will POOFY get a thread all its own? I finally got the message about POOFY; seems both of them were in my bulk mail.
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I’ve been having the exact same thoughts, this is the SECOND Poofy thread you know? I have grown to care greatly for the welfare of this Poofy as I read further and further in to the mystery. But alas; I have no idea who this Poofy, of which the people speak, actually is, and what happened.
Perhaps someone will clear this up for us?
Poofy is not, contrary to what I told some people, an 11 x 17 picture of Cubby’s butt in a gilt frame, specially made for his Christmas present. 
All that catholic upbringing didn’t prepare me for marathon-flagellation though. Time to get that ashes out of my hair and REJOICE!
[sup]And I’m not accusing anybody here, but doesn’t it sound just a little bit peculiar that this sudden crisis is discovered and solved on a Sunday? The plot sickens…[/sup]
That should read “my back”. The pain is affecting my tpying skiils some. What?
Ooooh, SG, that is not nice at all! I’ve been worried about Poofy for days now, ask Globey! I just decided to take action on it yesterday, but PoofDaddy wouldn’t answer the many urgent e-mails, voice messages, faxes, strip-o-grams ect, I sent him to inquire about Poofy. Then today he tells me, “ooooh, I do have a package waiting for me at the PO, it’s been there since Mon or Tues…” Grrrrrrrrrrr…
But that’s all in the past. The important thing is Poofy is okay. And from now on, she only travels with reliable human companions.
Hmm. This is strange. Um…at first I thought maybe Poofy was the nickname for your daughter? Or is she a dog that has suddenly arrived through the post from another country? Or…a snake? is Poofy ALIVE? I feel like we’re in twenty questions here…
I don’t know – I’ve tried to be non-cynical and accept the existence of this mythical Poofy, but my personal opinion is that someone is suddenly one Ore-Ida product short of a full cookie sheet.
The only one authorized to answer questions is the Communication Coordinator for taterEvil Inc. and unfortunately he won’t be in until Thursday. Sorry.
Maybe PoofDaddy will decide to share her before then?
Why d’ya think I called myself SkinnyGuy? I ain’t no nice guy. Not even a Mister Clean.
And no statements will be made about anything that is Poofy or even Poofy-related until the appropriate time. The sentence will be Severe Derision Poured Onto You For All Aternity.
Well then, let’s change the subject to something else. Hmmmmm…anyone want to start a conversation? I’m emotionally battered right now, what with my dramatic day and all.