Good Heavens! Crazy Charles has strapped another rocket to the back of his wheel chair. Where on earth does he find them?
The last time he did this he lit the thing and shot upward through the entire 4th floor and half of the 5th! Does no one on the staff watch this man? Yet Iris and I continue to be under house arrest for a few well placed rodents?
Well, I hope this time he flies right through the nurses station and Mr. Hinkleshire's fancy paneled office.
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
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Oh for heavens sake, is that what happened to that New York City apartment building? That man does resemble a small aircraft.
Lord knows, Charles likes the sauce. Dumbass.
Iris, can you keep a secret? I've stolen Henry's flask. I do believe Henry was holding out on us. He has a fine bourbon in here. Do come over. We'll share.
LB. I would bet you've not been invited to ride much, if anything, you pruned face, puckered lipped, Q-tip!
Ruby, knowing you as I do, I can only wish you luck in your search.
nachoass
Oops. I'm so sorry. I forgot who I was posting as.
You know who likes to ride big rockets? Hershal Roeberson.
Elton John wrote that Rocket man song all about him.
He's not the man they think he is at home. Do you think that means he's gay?
HERE DUBBIN DUBBIN DUBBIN.
I think Charles strapped the second rocket onto Dubbin.
Iris! Wash your mouth out! Elton John is certainly not gay. He is a man's, man if ever I saw one.
I adore his costumes. He is so creative.
Oh my land! Mildred has the vapors for Elton John.
Leave it be, Iris. Let her have her fantasies. Heaven knows it's the closest she's likely to get.
Dubbin is in the cafeteria behind the counter. I am afraid he's causing quite a stir. He swallowed this evenings meatloaf, whole. Remind me to thank him. Who ever heard of meatloaf with carrots in it? Disgusting gruel!
Girls! Have you heard? LB has the diahrea something awful. Someone left chocolate candies in her room and when she ate them, they tell me her middle blew up like a basketball.
Pay up, Iris. I told you she'd go for it. Did you remember to remove the bathroom tissue?
Of course I did! I hide all my money under my saggy bosoms. I don't even need a wallet; it just stays in place under my flapjacks
Gladys, how could you say such a vile thing? Elton is a single man. He puts me in the mind of a blonde John Wayne
On second thought. Keep your money, Iris, dear.
Oh for heavens sake Gladys, you think you are a pimp. Did you all peek at Glady's internet diary?
http://gladysevans.blogspot.com/
I don't think Rodney will like this. At all.
Merciful heavens, I have SEEn it all now.
lb, I almost think I like your big george bush better that your self portrait.
Why LB, do you think you may have any of those chocolates left? I've been bound up for weeks and am saving this bomb for Iris' room.
Iris, take that back about my Hershel, he does not ride rockets of any kind or color.
Unlike your Peter, who will burn in hell for his homosensual ways.
What are you talking about, I love Ted Kennedy! AHHHHH, the days of Camelot - John and Jackie Kennedy! The KENNEDYS are the true American Royalty! Not like these god awful Bush family imatators. Even I can see there's something not quite right with Little George. What a dullard.
Mary Jo Kapeckne was a WHORE.
Do any of you ladies belong to the Red Hat club? I have a pink hat as I'm a red hat in training.
Manny, dear. The Red Hat Ladies lodged a formal complaint against Irish and myself after that unfortunate incident at the Chinese restaraunt.
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