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To: ManyMoose who wrote (180772)	7/12/2009 12:05:45 AM
From: Mac Con Ulaidh	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 225578

Crown Royal? That's a fancy sit back on the porch in your rocker. And if the saw still works, don't make no never mind. And ya can do the chores anytime, just maybe not the driving.

To: ManyMoose who wrote (180772)	7/12/2009 12:45:20 AM
From: goldworldnet	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 225578

Great talking on the phone with you Moose. :) * * *

To: ManyMoose who wrote (180772)	7/12/2009 2:48:12 AM
From: Mac Con Ulaidh	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 225578

Without Crown Royal, but thinking on good friends and spiders -a story for you... i lived in a basement in San Francisco and the spiders loved the bathroom. They were daddy long legs, not a spider to worry of... so I showered as they spun and they bothered me not nor I them. But then I was setting off for Alabama for a few months and sublet it to my friend Aldo. I warned him of the spiders, and turns out he has a phobia. I told him he could deal with them as he saw fit, even if I took the live and let live approach... especially after he'd been so kind to me. The day he came to see the place he found an empty space except for wooden shards strewn about... they had been the computer desk I had bought... the one thing I 'owned' from my breakup with gf, but she said she owned that also, so... I put on my boots and I busted it all to bits. And then Aldo walked in and looked calmly at the mess. I said... "I'm going for a walk", and I spent two or so hours about SF, can cover many neighborhoods there in that time, and when I returned, he'd found a broom and made quite a neat pile of my destruction. So... off I go to Alabama and when I return and greet him, he is looking all sheepish and says... "You might be mad at me", and he takes me to the bathroom. It is covered in blackend burnt spots. "whaaaaaaaaaaaaat?" "well, the spiders scared me." "and?" "and I sprayed them with hair spray and set them on fire." I was too dumbfounded to do anything but nod and mutter that... I could paint over it, I reckoned. And he had swept up my mess, afterall.