June 15, 1985
Hey, Bro. B.R.O. Whoa. Whoa is all I have to say. Wowie. Those 'ludes you sent are fucking great. I wish everybody I ever said anything mean to would come in here and sit in my lap. And some Kool-Aid.
The whole town is in an interlude. Nothing to report. Oh, the fire house on Diluvian is burning down. That's right, the fire station is on fire. Fuck a duck. They're yakking about it on the radio. Most of the guys got out, but all the equipment is in there and they can't get to it to put the fire out.
Oopa-doopa -- there go some sirens. Guess they called the Idolatry Hill firehouse. I love how clearly I'm thinking.
Hey, remember that creamery job? Now they want to add a concealed egress tunnel that can handle a semi. Woulda been nice to mention that before we laid all 1500 feet of wall foundation. On the other hand: ka-ching!
Whoa some more. Man, Jerry, you weren't kidding. Okay, I'm calling Cheryl.
How 'bout you, Dude -- any sign of a girlfriend? Let me fix you up sometime, willya?
Okay, off to the fax machine. Later, Schmuck! -- Mick
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