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A man from Nantucket, the protagonist in many a limerick, knows just what to do in rhyme when he encounters a woman, or even another man, but the details will have to be withheld from this post in the interest of propriety.
A little television problem that annoyed countless viewers, once upon a time, was the picture "flipping," which required someone, usually Dad, to get off the couch and adjust the vertical hold.
There once was a man from Nantucket
Who'd curse at his set "Damn! F--- it!"
The picture would tumble
as Daddy would mumble
So he finally chose to unplug it!
At this point, I'll simply say "good mornin'" to all, n' keep the sassy commentary 'bout WMC's all too common, n' regularly coma inducin' end clues to myself.
During the summer, I like to stay outside more, enjoying the fresh air and sunshine, which is in abundance in these parts, without that Texas stench fouling it up.
Up to now, I thought that we were moving along a path to peace here at TFWG with all of us setting our grievances aside for the good of the game, but it seems now that hostilities are being reignited as warning shots have been fired by both sides.
Substantial wounds occur from bein' blasted by a rifle with a long-range scope.
Settle down there, Padre. We're more like Russia n' Ukraine than Israel n' I-ran. Mr. Mayflower n' I are honorin' a "ceasefire" that still has shells bein' lobbed across our borders, here n' there.
A rifle with a long-range scope did in Lord Vennyson, my former companion buck and archery target, months ago, but I may just be investing in another critter sooner than you think.
You think things were bad 'round here with Constance the Cow roamin' the Fantastic yard, n' even called her part o' "The Dark Years", as I have read, but just wait n' see what the Linguistics Czar (n' his Petite Blonde Intern) gifted into my repertoire that'll make y'all beg fer a heifer's immediate return.
It's gonna be a Holly, jolly Christmas 'round here, I'll tell you what.
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