Sister Susie Returns

Welcome Susie! Already I like your hair-do better than Adam’s. Hugo stole all our hearts last year, but I gotta say that Baz is giving him a run for the moolah.

dee, glad to hear your having good weather and good times. My daughter had her 22nd birthday on Tuesday and went to Carowinds for the day - minus the sunscreen she left in the car. I guess you know how this ends. You live, you learn. Thanks for reminding me to buy peaches this week.

Susie, the sofa slide video on the TruTV site begs the phrase “Only in America!” That just goes to show you what happens to our national psyche went there’s nothing but re-runs on the tube.

Thanks for the link, Susie. Hi-larious pic! I’ll watch that site.
Who did the twisted background art? It’s a little Gahan Wilson-flavored, and the screaming child could be a relative of Edward Gorey’s Beastly Baby. Unique, but with echos of some of my fave cartoonists of gloom. Nice to know there are up-and-coming cartoonists of gloom. Chas Addams rules.

Susie, what a great picture that is! Not the rockets - they prickle my PTSD - but “the look”. I vigorously search for an exit when I get that expression from my wife. (I’m innocent, I swear to God!!!)

Cooper: You’re a doll as always. Can I call you a doll?

Dee: I gained five pounds reading your brownie lemon butter comment. And I loved it. The good news is that I burned all of it off in jealousy. Also, you tan? OK, I don’t know that we can be friends.

Sally: LOVE your description of the background art and I’m going to forward your comments on to the artist. Her name is Amy Marrin and she’s a freelance graphic designer. She mainly does computer stuff, and yet she can knock it out of the park on an original illustration.

Samuel: I hear ya

Hussein = Hilarious

Pat: Oh how I wish I were Vulcan, and ya, I wish they wuz b-day candles too.

You want to know why Phil Gramm stood by his “whiners” statement today? At the risk of sounding self-important, (which, after spending many years on a shrink’s couch, we’ve discovered that perhaps I dabble in me-centered behavior on the rare occasion) I told Phil if he backed away from his statement, I would be the first in a long line to kick his ass when he comes back to Texas. I guess he didn’t want to mess with Texas, huh? Good decision; Senator Gramm is actually smarter than he looks.

Does this “stuff” even surprise anyone anymore?

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Susie,

I forgot to say cool picture, and I love the penile missiles. Can’t help but wonder if Cheney gets off just thinking about launching those babies. Bush not so much, since he doesn’t think.

David: Cool. I could use a sister. Please send one forthwith.
Also thanks and yes, I noticed the alarmingly penile thang and didn’t stop me from posting the pic is all. Oh and I took the pic meownself in my bathroom mirror. All the kids are doing it!

Well, we’re all in an airplane flying to the other side of the planet for World Youth Day in Australia. Cardinal Anselmo has assigned Franco Zefferelli to a seat on one of the other planes. That’s a shame; Franco is so good with languages. I was going to have him brief me on pronunciation and syntax so I don’t come across like a “drongo” (I like that word!) to the Australian faithful.

This plane is conspicuously without the traditional Papal wine or champagne. Maybe because that’s what got me into all that trouble coming over on the trip to America in April. At least Anselmo told me I got into trouble; I thought I had a pretty good time. Anyway, I trust Anselmo, so when he told me because of air turbulence I should buckle my seat belt and let him attach the leather arm and leg restraints, I went along with it. I certainly feel secure and protected, but I need go to the Papal washroom and see a man about a horse, if you know what I mean. No one is here to release me but that little man over there taking a syringe from his medical bag and walking this way. He must be new. I don’t recognize him as being a physician from the Vatican. Mein Gott he has a long puffy and purple scar from his temple, down his jaw, and across his throat. I think he’s going to give me a shot. Ouch!! For a doctor, he doesn’t seem to be very good at injections - his hands are shaking too much - and yet I see many needle marks on both arms. Perhaps I shouldn’t worry. Perhaps I should…just…relax……………….

Both are in Hawaii, but one is moving to Hendersonville, NC next year. I could maybe work out some kind of timeshare arrangement?

My two sisters, cooper. My son, his super sweetie, and my grandson are in South Daytona. What can I say? We were born to this madness.

Dat happened quickly. Da Papal Hovercraft drove inta da lagoon where Guido and me was takin’ in da mid-afternoon sun. It came right up onta da beach and t’rowed sand inta my face - Guido’s, too. Nobody’s done dat ta us in more dan twenty years and we wus pretty steamed ’bout it. Cardinal Bernard Law wus at da controls and was havin’ a good time watchin’ us brush all da sand outta our eyes and teet’. Six Swiss guards grabbed us and rat’er roughly t’rowed us inta da craft. F’om dere dey took us ta da Papal Helicopter and f’om dere ta da Rome airport and inta different airplanes. We wus again assigned ta da security detail and dey separated Guido and me onta different planes in case one of da planes went down, dere’d still been one of us ta protect da Pope.

I gotta quit drinkin’ when I fly because I got up durin’ da flight ta go ta da can and I swear there wus 3 utter passengers dat wus da spittin’ image of da Pope. Guido later said der wus t’ree twins of da Pope on his plane, too. Dis is gonna be an interestin’ trip.

Look, I’m sorry. Please forgiveth Pops, okay? There seems to be a touch of the ergot poisoning going around amidst the last harvest of rye grain. He ist high on rye and thinketh that he can see into the year 2021 and dost make myriad of predictions before the good citizens of Salem, Massachusetts. He is recovering now and properly lies in his bed.

I was so confused. I went on vacation and tried to read the blog via my iphone in the back country of the Sierra Nevada. I didn’t know what to make of it all. Now, its all clear and somewhat less apocalyptic, though–with apologies to the author–just a tid less intriguing.
I mean, the sky was dark with smoke from distant fires. Dense thunderheads were rising above the granite peeks to the east. Ash began to fall. My phone’s intermittent reception became once-in-a-great-while reception. Low battery warnings came and went. And then, just seconds after the Felberina and her missiles of death flashed across my screen, the phone went black as the sky. Was civilization still there? I sighed, then stood up. What else was there to do, but go jet skiing?

Love the description of Sudden Death Susie’s smokin’ visual, Chris. I too cringed down here on the Edge…of the Green Swamp, wondering where those beauties were headed. I went with a huge serving of watermelon.

Susie, one thing led to another, and I ended up at your wish list. So, I wanna know are the Stupids good, and did you ever get your Flybar 1200? If yes to the second, did ya like it? Are ya known on the Jersy shore as Flybar Felber?