The long decline
Hey everyone...thanks for the birthday wishes. I made it to 24 without a single shark bite. We'll see about 25. As for
"the long decline," I'm refering to the last half of my trip, not the last half of my life. I half a little more than five months left. Only six weeks until I hit Toronto, where I hope some of you can come visit. Once again, thanks for keeping up with me.
Cheers!
"the long decline," I'm refering to the last half of my trip, not the last half of my life. I half a little more than five months left. Only six weeks until I hit Toronto, where I hope some of you can come visit. Once again, thanks for keeping up with me.
Cheers!
posted by jonas at 6:47 PM
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Welcome to 24, I'm sure you'll find it is lots of fun -- double that of when 12 came around ... no joke.
So, the other day I check my mail and there's this card in it. Funny thing about this card, it has a picture of a kangaroo bruiser on the front, you know, one of the hench men that do the dirty deeds for the wallabies. Turns out, a particular wallabie -- a bookie nonetheless -- never got his royalties from his being mentioned in a particular Christmas show. I'm not sure how he found my address, but he did. The card, after deciphering the wallaby language, pretty much demanded royalties plus interest or the kangaroo bruiser was going to pay me a visit. Interesting side bar here: The money he wants I am pretty sure was spent on an expensive dinner and digital recorder -- down to the very nickle. Is that dumb luck or what?
So, yeah, I've been sleeping with a 4-iron recently because I figure I got one good, clean swing before the kangaroo bruiser thrashes me. And I'd give him the boss' money, but the dinner has somewhat depreciated in value since its purchase and the digital recorder is who knows where...
Fair warning my 24-year-old friend: After he breaks my spine and crushes my lungs with his whip of a tail, I'm pointing (with my bloody stubs left after he's bitten my fingers off) in your general direction.
I've a hunch he knows your neck of the woods like the inside of his marsupial mother's pouch.
You see, I sent hime YOUR way. You don't think he went for you first, with me right here? I told him after we closed our account we sent the money to you. You do remember this...it was a check for 1.97.
Ah, now it becomes clear. I still have the check and am working on finding a way to spend less than the check amount to frame it. But I didn't tell the bruiser that.
Um, yeah. He, "Knuckles the Bruiser" is his name, should be there directly.
Whatever you do, don't ask him why they call him "Knuckles" when he uses his tail and feet more than his hands -- apparently a touchy subject according to my spleen.
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