This evening, my sister B and I took a walk around the neighborhood, and as we were making our way back home, noticed that quite a few guys were standing in the road staring at us. Rather than trudge through the thick of hicks, we opted to cut through a neighbor's yard. It was then that I noticed my sister looked nervous.
"What's the matter?" I asked.
She glanced about, and muttered, "Clint Eastwood is going to eat us up!"
"What are you talking about?"
"You know. Their dog."
"They named their dog Clint Eastwood?" I asked, still confused.
"Um, that's his name?"
"I have no idea," I told her. "I'm just repeating what you told me."
"I never said anything about Clint Eastwood," she said. "Whoever he is."
I have no idea how we got so mixed up, but I am pretty sure that communicative "skills" like ours cause war. Besides, how could she not know who Clint Eastwood is? He's the Chuck Norris of Westerns minus the roundhouse kick.
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To paraphrase from Dirty Harry,
"I know what you're thinking. Did I call the dog Clint or something else? Well to tell you the truth in all this confusion I've kinda lost track myself. But being this is a weiner dog, with the most powerful teeth in the world and could chew your ankle CLEAN off, you've got to ask yourself one question. Is his name Lucky? Well, is it punk?
:)
B
Hi Kai...
It's 'Ellethecoconut' from OBB.
Anyhow, I just wanted to drop in and see if you ever found the Mario and Peach figures you were looking for. I made some and they turned out okay...
I could send you a picture if you'd like!
Hang in there Elle, Kai hasn't posted for a while. I hope it's just due to being busy and nothing too serious.
Barry
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