Hi zurdo,
On behalf of the gracious porch hostess, Dealer, and the porch regulars, welcome aboard. Bein' pretty irregular, meself, generally, I just camp out back here on the woodline, sippin' sarsprilla and singin' old patriotic songs. Come on over 'n pull up that log there close to the fire. These here's my hounds, Blue and Chigger.
YeYa, I love old patriotic songs. I'll pick a few for ya'. My favorite is "Hail the Victor, Qualcomm of Cee-dee-emm-aaa". You don't no that one?? How 'bout "Oh, Rambus Deliver Us From Stark Pov-er-teee"? No? Hell, where you from boy? Don't you sing? Surely you know "Bring Baack, Oh Bring Baack, Oh Bring Back My Naz Daak to Meee". OK, now that we're on the same sheet of music..
That there porch, bein' in the southern clime, gentrification is a valued commodity there. Strong drink and strong argument are welcome, absent personal attacks on any porcher or visitor. Politics are the current passion there as in most coffee shops across the country these days. Reasoned arguments on either side of the aisle are welcome.
Marsh Voltaire is the President of the Academe' and Chief of Psychology. James William is the Chief Statistician and Prognosticator Emeritus. Looks like a bunch of fine folk visit there often. Opinions fly 'bout that there market under the butternut tree up in Neu York City. Oh, I forgot another old favorite, Don't Blame Meee, If'n You Don't Doo Ur Own Dee Deeeee!
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