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Soon enough, that might happen but, for now, I am about to rev up the snowblower to start clearing the driveway and sidewalks.
 
We never got to find out if John Cooper lived or died after getting shot in the final episode of Southland.

Arguably one of the best police dramas every produced for television.
 
A few demerits that would probably have been assigned to the hayseed are piling up in the DoL office because the hayseed has been amongst the missing.

Might want to cancel a couple of this week's orders. Or maybe we can just mail them to east Texas and he can accept them in absentia. Or maybe Kayla can bring them down there personally.
 
Absence o' ol' rose 'n' his mooin', cluckin' cast o' barnyard critters from amongst us has me a-wonderin' if'n we might be able to a-fetch him back by a-puttin' on our collective ten-gallon hats 'n' writin' all o' our submissions in redneck dialect.
 
Redneck dialect is offered up by the occupant in the hayloft as a pure distraction to the fact that when it comes right down to punctuation and linguistical prowess I am several levels below The Listener Lodge.

Hello all. The Cajun Queen's 89 year old mother has been admitted to Christus Mother Frances, down in Tyler.

She is receiving comfort care, after realizing she is too advanced in age to have surgery for the congestive heart failure that she has endured these last couple of years. Her lungs are rapidly filling with fluid. They have removed 2.5 liters, and everything that has been removed has already filled back up. Her heart can't take the constant fluid draw and they have no discontinued the process. Needless to say, it's been a hectic 2 weeks since she was admitted Friday before last after collapsing at home from lack of CO2.

For those who pray, the honest-to-God, no hat, no characters, entire Patrick and Wrinkle family could sure use one. The name I gave her here in gameplay has been Mama Rose, but her true name is Joyce.

Thanks everyone.

Jesse
 
Several levels below The Listener Lodge, all contributors have gathered to offer a prayer of comfort to Mama Rose and the entire family.
 
The entire family thanks you from the bottom of our collective hearts for all of the kindness shown.

She has passed from this Earth. Just after 3:00 yesterday afternoon. She fought harder than Rocky Balboa did against Ivan Drago in Russia, friends. I will truly miss the laughter, the love, and the domino games.

God speed, Miss Joyce (Mama Rose, as I preferred). No one was ever better to a young, long-haired, wet behind the ears, no row to hoe cowboy who came courting her daughter all those years ago. You will never be forgotten.

*puts the 10-gallon Stetson hat on*

Well, now, I reckon we'll need a table cleared out n' ree-served at the new Illusions fer some bone throwin' this here Saturday night. Preferably set-up near the bar. Y'know we rednecks sure 'nuff do appreciate the suds that flow from yonder tap.
 
The kindness shown to TFWG's resident hayseed over the past couple of days may surprise some, considerin', er, considering the spoiled milk and rotten eggs that occasionally squirt and fly between us in our little fantasy PowerWorld, but deep down inside, we're all well-meaning, sensitive souls.

I mean, aren't we? OK, let the redneckery and imbibin' re-co-mmence at the new Illusions this weekend! First round's on me 'n' the intern! Let's see if we can get Lola to two-step across the floor with a lampshade on her head!
 
As the good Lord lets me contribute every day, I will strive to keep this good thing going while making sure that the Devil himself and other bad stuff don't infiltrate our lives.

Can I get an 'Amen!'
 
Our lives are mighty short, in the grand scheme o' things, so it's rather im-perative to make the most of every second you've got.

*Takes the 10-gallon Stetson hat off*

Thank you Dave and Howard. Your words helped to lift me up when it was much needed. I'll be a little sporadic with my appearances during the next week (or so) so, y'all keep that cozy, plush, corner office, that once housed a former Game Czar, sealed tight.

*Puts the hat back on*

WMC, you quit sneakin' sips from the Padre's golden chalice, partner. 😉
 
Make the most of every second you've got because you never know when something will happen that changes your outlook in some dramatic fashion.

rosecity, I thought I saw some raspberry lemonade in that chalice of dmargalotti's. Boy was I ever wrong!
 
Dramatic fashion statements aren't something I usually make, but now that the real name behind my username has been revealed by the hayseed, I will have to become more stylish in order to live up to my new status as a celebrity.

I have a sneakin' suspicion that the late Henrietta, the former know-it-all hen (then fibbin' hen, now either frozen hen or die-gested hen) outed me long ago.
 
A celebrity named Will Smith (Fresh Prince, if'n you pre-fer) slapped the pee-woddy taste outta Chris Rock's mouth, not all that long ago, fer speakin' outta turn, n' I hope that ain't a repeat o' what's to come from The Vermont Boudoir, after I went and told a secret.

I'm sorry, Linguistics Czar. I didn't realize that was private and you were trying to stay in-cog-nito, compadre.

I'm plumb embarrassed o' myself, I'll tell you what.😳
 


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