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Robert Suggs  (July 6, 1999)

paghat wrote:
> Another friend who just got out of a
> dry-out clinic & not wanting to be
> alone right now he has been helping
> build shelves & hanging drywall & is
> camping out on our carport a few
> days -- hard-working guy helping us
> for no personal gain but crabbing at
> as now & then & slightly a pest.

Hey, Jess, congrats on the move. I will live in whatever rat-infested (no offense) goat-stomach interior rather than go to the trouble of moving somewhere better. Relocation, being the way we begin and end life with womb and tomb, is after all the ultimate horror. Sorry rbadac is living in your garage now, but at least he helped with the little chores of which he was mentally capable. The sooner you can get him--the Kato Kaelin of usenet--moved back into the library the better. I recommend putting a porch chop on a stick. It worked for me. Looking forward to seeing the new catalog and I'll be preparing my meager checkbook. I encourage everyone to do the same.
Rob

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rbadac  (July 7, 1999)

Robert Suggs wrote:
> Sorry rbadac is living in your
> garage now, but at least he helped with the little chores of
> which he was mentally capable. The sooner you can get
> him--the Kato Kaelin of usenet--moved back into the library
> the better. I recommend putting a pork chop on a stick.
> It worked for me.

I would like to announce publically that the above slanderous statement is NOT TRUE.

Congrats on the new house, Jess ! Put up pictures on your site !

Another pork chop, Rob. And make it snappy.

rbadac

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Randy Money  (July 7, 1999)

No, no, rbadac, in Rob's original message it was "porch chop".  I mention this only because I cherish the image of you wandering around with a tenderloin cut of veranda hanging around your neck.

Randy
(okay, okay, I admit at first I wondered if it was a new Jackie Chan move)

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rbadac  (July 8, 1999)

Hooooooooo, boy !! How y'all are??

Today we got a extra-special treat. We gon' make a lil' dish dat is real popular down heah-- some o' y'all might know what ahm talkin' at, it's bin a Loosiana tradition since back before 1812 or aftuh... dis my gen-u-wine, home-tested recipe foah makin' de authentic Cajun Porch Chop.

Now, I were real surprised to heah 'bout dis ghost-story bunch havin' heard o' dis dish-- I din know ghosts ate much, an' I sure din tink dey et Cajun food, but I been wrong befoah. Anyhow, dis is what you do, you take a good, medium-sized porch lak de one I got heah, an' you make up some o' dis mix heah, made outta breadcrumbs ('bout, oh, three or two dozen loaves o' bread oughtta do it), a WHOLE bunch o' egg, some hot sauce, and some butta an' lemon juice-- an' ahm gon' add a lil' WIIIINE, jus' a lil' bit now-- Hm. Wonda whut happen to de res' of de bottle?-- den you take yoah porch an' you roll it in dis mixture (Y'all might wanna git some o' yoah friens to help you wit dis part, it 'bout as easy as introducin' a long-named duck to a alligator), den you t'row her on in to a BIIIIIIIIG cast arn skillet an' you fry her up all nice an' brown...ummmmmm, now, doan' dat pretty? Hooooooo !! I ain't had a good porch chop dinner in I doan' know why !! Den you scoop her out onta a plattuh-- dis here's a ol' pool liner o' mine, but y'all use whatevea y'all kin find-- an' you garnish her wit parsley bushes-- see, I done trimmed mine to look lak rockin' chairs-- and den you serve it on up wit lemonade. Dis dish will make you de talk o' everone dat ain't too dead to show up, I garontee !!

Course now you widdout a porch, so y'all might wanna do yoah settin' out on de roof from naow on, but dat's awright, git you a mess o' crawdad an' git on up dere an' enjoy de view... which remind me of a story ah heard obout dis woman she call de po-lice won time, an' she say 'dere's dis man across de way, he walkin' aroun' in his house wit all de lights on, and all de windas open, an' *he ain't got no clothes on !!*'  Well, de po-lice, dey come out dere, an' dey look outta her winda, an' sho' enuf', dere's dat man walkin' aroun' wit no clothes on, but de windas is too high, en dey kin only sees him from about de chest up. So dey tell de woman, 'Ma'am, his windas is too high, you can only see from him chest up.' Well, dat woman she say, 'Yeah, but if you step up on dis box heah, you can see EVERYT'ING !!!'

Justin Wilson

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