You must have had WayLay, Tom Tomorrow, Non Sequitur, For Better or For Worse, Foxtrot, Blondie, Pearls Before Swine, Hagar The Horrible, and many others be ghost writers for you today?

I bought a paper-print today. I read Opus etc., in The Wa/Po Sunday aper edition. It's a 'silly' tradition. Sunday is a 'help-the-egg-layers' with a trip to McDonalds. Sunday is a Happy Meal morning tradition for my Granddaughter. Opus was discussed with her over hash-brown tatters.

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I flashed back in time and chuckled like a Mark Trail featured piece about a Rooster chicken.

OT? Sure. But one eve while shaving before "marriage"... I accidently cut the tip of my nose when quickly shaving before a blind-date. Toilet paper tissue on the nose stops a blood flow.

Years later- My daughter was cutting out Winnie Winkle paper dolls one day and got super glue on her two eyelids. We family members panicked, and argued as usual, trying to calm a crying child. It was Big-Trouble, as usual, figuring out how to unglue the glued shut eyes of a child.

On topic?

Who knows?

Below the Opus piece today in the paper print edition:

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Blondie is also in the Wa/Po on the same page shaving. Non Sequitur is about a failing economy, and great sacrifice required by Mr. Reginald, True patriotism is mentioned by Monty, and a visit to the White House by Mr Smithers to 'fetch' another Tax Cut for rich-folk does happen.

Foxtrot calls Peter and Jason for dinner to discuss their Problems.

The Drama Teacher complained about FAKE Sneezing in class at school.

P.S. Today: Opus needs to light a red candle. Stick it in a Chianti bottle.

Open a can of Ravioli and serve spoonfuls of Rice Noodles at the W.H.?

If we aren't careful we may all have a late-supper at a GOP-Toot PUB?

It's said in hell the eranged will eat cold rice on recycled Wa/Po plates?

The story is that in hell you can drink hot Kool Aid in toxic lead canteens!

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You heard about the Perky Bird who in Sunday School Class ask blind politicos to keep the eyes peeled?

Poor 'ole Opus.

1) 60-Minutes investigates The Haunted White House and finds dinosaur bones that give the blog readers reason to stuff the laptops down 'our' pants trousers? It's exasperating. I feel the politico's air, not the more respectable Earth breathing inhabitants, a case of deoxygenation?

Oh- Tucking a lap top down the britches will cause a chafed sensation that hurts. I long for the days when one could walk safely through a corn field and pluck a few yellow corn ears for a evening snack. Then the eaten cob could serve another purpose? Who can afford a red brick outhouse? If it gets worse we will need to buy a hocked Daisy BB gun and go squirrel hunting?

The only shotgun I ever owned was stolen, but it would not 'hit' the brad side of a TV from three feet away.

The "news" is aggravating. It is a ionosphere disgust period that even infiltrates the blog'gas'sphere.

3) If Chris Floyd would drop the word 'burlesque' word from Empire site, I'd not be blocked by the ATF or whoever knocks me off his excellent site? Tonight I'll wish to sit in the bathtub with somebody and watch "Have Gun Will Travel?" I've other plans. I'll read back-issues of Readers Digest? Once I turned off the news for 7-years and it's about time again to move on to the Flea Bag Motel? All I need is a naked reading Light-bulb overhead. I don't need much.

Just sitting on my back and feed myself some spoonfuls of sugar frosted corn flakes makes me happy.

Who needs a transistor radio? A 50-cent piece for a half-day's work and I'm hired? William? I'm off for the rest of the day. If you want to buy me a beer at the Wagon Wheel Tavern, just stop on over.

Whatever happened to the days when in the evening 'kids' just placed pennies on rail-road tracks? Soon we can catch lightening bugs and put them into mason jars? Don't let the gugs starve. Feed them grass. Don't squash those bus's bellies either. I hated when people like Rove squashed bugs and said, "Look at my finger all lit up with fire-fly guts."

Oh, ah- Back to trains...

O, that's one sure way to run flat broke. Flat penny broke? Then where willl beer money come from? Oh, heaven.

I need a nickel for the jukebox to play some NYC kicking Rockett-Music Hall recordings on old 45-'s? heh.

W.T. I'm cranky!

Hey, you want to ride in my pick-up back? Just look out over the tail-gate? You can toss rusty beer cans at telephone poles? I'm outta' here and Late again. I'll not buy a laptop and stick it down my Bermuda shorts, ever!

apologies. Ooohh. Life gets sore enough.

I'll listen to some Gretta Garbo or Marilyn Monroe? Respectfully, gads. I'll behave and non-violently await The July 4th Celebrations. Oh. A circus parade with Rove who can use real matches and light fire-sparklers? It's legal to write love letters in the night air with sparkler smoke. silly. Tell him.

Damn worthless GOPS!

Pedinska.

I wanted to tell you to watch Sirius. Star Dog on clear nights is as fun as wild cats.

That's if a Lunar Blackout Eclipse isn't getting your attention.... But real soon...

Watch lune moths this summer.

Don't pinch the Lightening bugs.

The "sign" in public Internet Places ought to read:

"Do not pick your friends nose and then keyboard."