No, try…
" Alas, poor Poofy, I knew him, Morrison…"
Oh, he’s found? Congrats, TT. Mum’s the word. ML, Poofy’s identity is clasified TS-codeword.
You mean…Poofy was lost in the post, and our beloved Royal Mail had absolutely nothing to do with it???
Why is it that the only things that get lost in the post are really really important things like Poofy, my passport, and my winning entry from Publisher’s Clearing House? Why can’t stuff like those junk-mail toilet paper advertisements that I’ve been getting recently get lost?
Anyway, enough ranting. Glad that Poofy is safe! Hope PoofDaddy was happy to see her/it.
This is REALLY chafing me the wrong way.
That’s it.
I will shed no tears for Poofy until I know who, what, or when Poofy is.
I’m confused now???
I want to know what this is all about???
Please, please, tell me???:)
No?
Okay, fine.:(
My response is in the other PoofyThread. I’m lost for words 
I know the Poof Daddy will take care of Poofy, cause if he doesn’t then Tater will kick his Dutch ass all over Europe. 
Keith
- I wish I didn’t kow what fletch meant.
- I still do not understand the relation, if one must use that word, with Poofy, whatever the Hell Poofy is/was/shall be.
Yes, Odie he’d better be good to her, cause if he doesn’t I’ll be there!
And carnivorousplant nothing spells good felch lovin’ like a Poofy and a box of Romantic Sippers. And unlike say a person, Poofy is mainenance-free!