Saturday Feb 3rd 2007, 1:57 pm CST
| Name | Duane White |
| Date/Time | Saturday Feb 3rd 2007, 1:57 pm CST |
| Web Page | none |
| Comments | Hey Ol Buddy! Sure has been a great ride over the last 50 or so years. A lot of it with you. We miss you here in the Natural State. Lois and I send our best. May the Good Lord continue to bless! D&L |
Friday Jan 26th 2007, 7:47 am CST
| Name | ww |
| Date/Time | Friday Jan 26th 2007, 7:47 am CST |
| Web Page | none |
| Comments | i woke up this morning. i consider that a very good start. |
Wednesday Jan 17th 2007, 6:10 pm CST
| Name | Michelle Dean |
| Date/Time | Wednesday Jan 17th 2007, 6:10 pm CST |
| Web Page | none |
| Comments | Jim WW is frozen in Hondo and will respond soon. |
Monday Jan 15th 2007, 8:15 pm CST
| Name | Paul Weyland |
| Date/Time | Monday Jan 15th 2007, 8:15 pm CST |
| Web Page | none |
| Comments | I can only imagine that you "little folk" are living it up in Dogpatch right now. Probably chugging mugs full of White Lightning and doing a little jig, doesey doeing around the fire in your little pointed shoes with the toes curled up, the little bells on the tips just a 'ringin while keeping your furry little feets warm in the bitter cold. Meanwhile I am at thje DFW airport Country Inn and Suites drinking bad decaf and hoping the complimentary breakfast isn't "continental", which is a hotel code word for "no bacon, eggs or sausage." Then with any luck I will get through security where I will most likely be strip searched by a guy named T. Parker who used to come to all of your live remote broadcasts. I will probably recognize him because his eyes are so close together from inbreeding that the left one's in the right socket and right one's in the left socket. Then with luck I will get on an airplane about the size of a nostril and just about as infectious. Before takeoff they will rearrange the seating because of weight restrictions. I will probably be stuffed next to the biggest woman on the plane. She will show me pictures of her fifteen grandchildren for the entire three hour flight. I would set myself on fire if T. Parker hadn't confiscated my lighter during the strip search. We will eventually come down hard and fast on the runway. They do that now to save on the cost of fuel. We will wonder whether we just landed or were shot down. My luggage will never arrive because Big Granny will have grabbed my bag by mistake. I will be stuck with her bag for days. I will eventually have to wear her Granny Panties, the stretchy ones that pull up all the way to my nipples. They will most likely be decorated with colorful balloons. After two days I will have to wear them inside out. I will smell like Wintergreen for two months. Oh, the joy of travel. It just doesn't get any better than this.That's the latest from your High Society reporter. Now back to you Jim. |