I've been deserted and I feel blue. Self decided to have a little peace and quiet I guess; he went on a sabbatical to where ever ethereals go. Me? I'm stuck in the country with six to ten inches of snow still floating down. Got gusts of wind pushing thirty to fourty miles per hour. Wouldn't want to spit into the wind with a cud of tobaccy juice.

   My newly hatched system for pick3 is fixin to frost the gaming commissions ping=pong balls. After what they pulled with all of our games tonight they deserve what's acomin.' This program will hit like 'blue ice' on a hot night.

  "I'm baaaaaackkkk," says Self! "Well, well," says I, "the deserting rat returns to the floundering ship after three days."  "How much did we win while I was absent?" 'How deep is that new snow?" "How much did you miss Me?" Says I, " Enough to get by; up to your etherilliass; and about three days off of Sunday's tomorrow." "I'm going to bed," said self. "I do believe that you are in need of a hot-toddy, old bean!" "Go chew on a hot coal and catch lipperitis." "Miss Self?" I really hate to admit it but that sarcastic whisp of smoke is my better side (perhaps??)!

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