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another continuing thing. am realizing I'm not so fond of things that continue unless each bit is self-contained
I realise that this, too, was probably published in the eponymous and sadly out-of-print Now Endsville, but I do not remember coming across it in the Salon Archives. (If it is there somewhere, then there's no need for us to stay in suspense for the next few weeks!)
then you have to go to your nearest chess club and look for Mr. Right amongst the players
Don't know if it's in the archives, but my suggestion is to go on eBay and try to find a dog-eared copy of "Now, Endsville". The odd copy is out there if you're lucky.
If you've never read the entire serial, stick around. This is one of Carol's best stories.
Knock knock. Who is it? The right Mr. Right? Go away. I refuse. I'll kick the home door until my left toe falls off. okay. Thanks.
Oh, what wonderful hospitality.
Mr Right has green teeth, white whiskers, a bum leg,
And no Mr Ken doll. No. He has a one half in. penis?
NoWay!
Maybe he needs to drive a grey pick-up dump-truck?
Maybe he will knock on the door in his pink pajamas?
Not yet brushed the teeth, and clutching a green duck.
I am now hugging a Sigmud doll rubber piglet today.
EEK!
Go away. No. No way will you hurt my toe. No WayLay!
It looks older than any story minute ever made.
sexist cartoon.
