Happy Birthday Linda-PA

How long have you known them? You *know* you have to be careful what you say around those two!

So - what kinda puppy are you not getting her?

 

"How long have you known them? You *know* you have to be careful what you say around those two!"

Yeah, I know. If a man speaks in the forest and a woman isn't there to hear him, is he still wrong?

"So - what kinda puppy are you not getting her?"

Boxer!

 

Boxer!?!? Didn't I say it had to have a proper nose! Geese........

 

Jesus, Eddie. You really know how to post a forum-stopper.

 

A man could be in the middle of a desert, alone except for his water bottle and sand fleas. And he would still be wrong.

 

Sounds to me like I'm gettin' a puppy. A Yorkie, please. Thank you.

 

okfine. I'll mail you one tomorrow.

 

I'm gettin' a puppy!! I'm gettin' a puppy!

Thank you, Dale. I knew I could count on you. You really are ok; I don't care what Eddie says about you!

 

Wow, Linda! That's great!!

What will you name the puppy?

I wonder why Dale hasn't sent me a puppy? I have birthdays too, dammit.

 

I know when your birthday is. Just don't worry your pretty lil' head, Missy.

 

Shows how much you know.
My name is not Missy. I know a girl named Missy though. Perhaps you are thinking of her?

 

The only Missy I know of is Butterfly "I don't know nuffin' about birfin no babies" McQueen.

 

She wasn't called Missy in that movie, Dale.
Her name was Prissy, fer crissakes. And her real first name was Thelma. Do you know how she died?

 

"Her name was Prissy, fer crissakes."

Are you sure?

"Do you know how she died?"

I believe she died of complications from chronic beri-beri. And too many French fries. Please feel free to correct me if I'm wrong.

 

I am sure, Dale. I hate that you don't trust me on things as simple as that. It hurts me to my very soul.


She died from burns she sustained when she attempted to light a kerosene heater and it exploded. She was 84 when she died, too.

 

Ugh. I didn't know that. That's kinda sad.

 

I'm gonna name him Dale and I'm gonna hug him and kiss him and love him forever!

 

Dale - don't forget to pack his sweater. It's supposed to get colder tonight

 

There ya go, now she'll never get a puppy from Dale. He'll see Eddie's post about the sweater and say to hell with the whole thing. Way to go, Eddie.