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Life with Schnaazers, crap, how do you spell that? Schnowser? Think so.
“Good Blog” …doesn’t mind telling on herself…

A-1 Blog Starter – ol stealthy one could be in trouble…stay tuned

Spiffyqueen’s Life – she’s offering to help anyone (who needs it) on the “Chat Room” … man I need major help … I couldn’t do nothing on it…

Echoes from the Tomb- writing some great stuff over at his blog, but got lost on mine, and was asking about somebody named “P.R.” can’t say I’ve ever heard of him……. P.R. – “Pricks Retreat”…? Sounds like a bar I used to go to…..

Scram Gravy – “she said there is no reason, and the truth is plain to see” that’s the song he was singing when seen scooting along the interstate yesterday morning. Later seen, out back in an orange raincoat, mumbling about “plastic Canadian whisky bottles, some guy name of “Red”, another named “Wacker” and a “Ron”. Sounds like a “Republican Convention” to me.

Sharecher- “god I loved “Cher”… I wonder… could she get another “makeover” … make a comeback, dress up in black….oh my, …
Anyway….ms Sher… is good read…. I like her “stuff”

Desk of the President- “ultra”, “ultra”, dry sense of humor with catchy digs. Interesting cast of characters… Donnie Rummy, Dickee Chan, and others…….

Railroad Street - the diesel puffing along. Nice blog, nice man

Dateline… “The New Residencia” been out and about, checking out things, peeking into windows, around corners, looking for the “stealthy one” …. Haven’t found him yet, but I’ve run into some pretty “strange” ones….

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– the inner sanctum – had a hell of a party sounds like. Displays pics of herself (she’s Bubba – she came as herself so she wouldn’t have to change clothes)…. Nah, don’t let her tell you that – “that’s her SisInLaw. No way man, no way.

– The Paradox of the Prankster – been telling some “fishy” stories as of late, but lamenting the ‘coming and leaving of fall’ talking about ‘frozen things and such….. “You always step into a new world with the Prankster”

-Blueyonder’s Observations - Learn the connection between California’s State Song and TT “Mr. Double T” Been everywhere done everything, twice, and he's the man who invented the saying “been there, done that”

-Life In Phoenix – you’ve got to find out why Mr. Landlocked is headed for the Ocean.

-Cornelius Hump – “on a trip” he said, but he could be “lost in the 60’s”

-Debunkem – off on an English Holiday where there are no computers?

-The Misanthrope’s Corner – who knows where the “Hurricane Kid” might be?

-Second Chances – she’s the Meditating Chick this week….. shhh, Listen?

-Catradio, a.k.a. Ignatious O’ – was depressed Friday, why’nt yall go over to his blog and leave him a ‘buck up comment’

-Pissing with Impunity – a.k.a. Mrs. God/God’s wife – oh man,
Warning – XXX Rated ------ ‘Goldfinger’ didn’t have nothing on ‘her’ ‘ringfinger’…….whew!!!!

dateline, "The New Residencia"

We here at "The New Residencia" have been in a pitrx since yesterday. It appears that Mr. Cornelius Hump enroute from 18th Century England, to "present day" San Francisco, California has been bumped from his flight because of a "schedule snafu", caused by Hurricane Velma.

It has been learned by this "rag" that Mr. Hump was "bumped" from his "time travel flight" - Flight 233272489393 yesterday at approximately 1 p.m., PST. The official explanation states that due to a schedule realignment, due to Hurricane Velma, it was necessary to preempt Mr. Hump somewhat earlier than planned.

The "good news" is that Mr. Hump --- made ---- his destination, but the "bad news" is that he missed the correct year - by some 40 years, and is presently located in "1965 San Francisco, California".

While "details" are still coming in, they are sketchy at best, and for the most part, a little murky. What we do know is that Mr. Hump exited the "time travel capsule", in San Francisco, but there was nobody there to meet him, cause nobody there (in 1965) expected him.

Mr. Hump by his own words, "kept looking for the bald headed fellow", to no avail, and finally accepted a ride from 4 young girls in a long vehicle with flowers painted all over it. While Mr. Hump was amazed at this "horseless carriage", he nevertheless was at a loss as to what was going on. It appears now that, although he should of been notified about being "bumped early" from his "time travel flight", the "automatic, computer generated, notification transmission" was interfered with by --you guessed it---Hurricane Velma.

The reason we have any information at all is quite remarkable. It seems that Mr. Hump upon realizing his predicament, i.e. being 40 years early, finally realized that all he had to do was to send us a letter through the U.S. Mail system, and we would get it. Of course it would be 40 years late when we got it, but heck, we all know how slow "snail mail" is. (shades of Back to the Future)

Annnnyhooow.... Mr. Hump's first letter was rather short, but in it he referred to a remarkable cigarette he had been smoking since arriving at the "commune" with the 4 girls. He said the cigarette was the best he had ever smoked, and the "side effects" were quite different from anything he had ever experienced. Reporting that his "attention span" was now about 18 seconds, since he'd been smoking the cigarettes, he managed to give us the few details we now have.

Before signing off however he told us that he had been discussing his "Cumtology Theory" with several young women, and actually conducting several practical applications. Also, he praised the food, saying everything tasted supremely good, and he was sleeping like a baby. As he ended his letter he apologized for being so long in writing, but he was doing ok, in good health, and would be fine until the "Time Travel Capsule" returned for him. He told us to give DeBunkem his "high regards", and that he would see us soon. He also mentioned that he was already missing "Mrs. God". Adding as a P.S., at the bottom of the letter; "It astounds me that this far in the future we still have to roll our own cigarettes,". The letter was signed as follows; Cornelius Hump, "Peace - Brother, Make Love not War".

dateline, "The New Residencia". We have received confirmation that

Mr.Cornelius Hump departed Norwich, England, at at 10:45 a.m. (Pacific

Standard Time), aboard "The Debunk Time Capsule", via "The

International Time Tunnel". His arrival time (in San Francisco,

California) is 2 p.m. (PST).

Mr. Hump is scheduled to interview Mr. DeBunkem on the 25th

of October, 2005. The historic interview is to take place

in "Oundershure, South Dakota, which is the new home of "The New

Residencia".

Presently, Mr. DeBunkem's schedule is unknown, but Mr. DeBunkem is

reportedly meeting Mr.Hump in San Francisco, and they plan to travel

to South Dakota by automobile, so as they can regale each other

with "BS stories", during the trip, in order to get all the B.S.

out of the way.

***Editor's note - Originally the interview site was San Francisco, but was changed in order to allow "The New Residencia" (Debate Host) greater flexibility.

Sounds are heard first; boots stomping, clinking, metal sounds, hard leather noises, and heavy breath mixed with air, lifeless and stagnant. To accuse it - as tension filled – would be a laugher, though laughing would be vulgar here. Men, many men, some standing three abreast, all heavily armed, myself with rifle and revolver, loaded, ready. We move in a slow shuffle, strategizing for position - each – the others enemy - only foes and death here, no friends. It makes no sense, this battle with no name, this killing for no reason. I see faces, yet recognize none, nor remember any, but we all are in uniform, strangely - German-like, without helmets. I see those who came before, I see them receiving their bullets, their bodies bursting open, bullets pounding flesh and bone with no mercy, and no sound. The metallic smell, with the blue gray smoke, - is thick, and I remember it from a past that must repeat itself, all the while, feeling the air collapse around me, and watching - as it wisely hurries from this deadly place. It’s my time now; death is upon me, and I feel its coldness, its finality. I must try to be one - who walks away - but a reality that I won’t - grabs my heart, and thwarts this hope, this desire – to live. Though only a dream, unlike other dreams, it is real, I know it to be real, and I have no hope of waking – but – I do, and with a small shiver, I get up to go have my first cup of coffee – my old man bones aching - but glad to be alive on this bright, sunny, Saturday morning, in this dangerous world we all live.