K-man,
I am glad to hear that my little Pomme de terre is surviving. I am disappointed that both the duck and potato have been stripped of their feets. What does this say about you? That car is like a prison. "Friends" kept by keeping them soleless. I need to know more.
Hot dog in waiting....
Leland
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From: "Let us not speak foul in folly!" - ][<en Phollit [mailto:[log in to unmask]] On Behalf Of Ken Follett
Sent: Sunday, March 16, 2003 11:40 AM
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Subject: Re: Anyone here familiar with Long Island?
> Does Devil Duck know Mr Potato Head? Is he still pissed
> rolling around in the back of your car?
Leland: Good that you ask. Mr. Potatoe Head was popping speed and got pissed because his feet, regardless of their size, would not stick to the dash. I report that he has recovered from his explorations of the nether regions of the interior, where regretably he left his scent on the maps, flash lights, goggles, collection of heirloom paper coffee cups (I did not intend to reuse them anyways excepting for unsuspecting guests) and respirator filters, and has returned to the console where he is living the life of Reilly with an intravenous feed of ocean-blue Listerine. At my request, actually, at my demand, he has been making a thorough study of the Shambala Pocket Classic, *Writing Down the Bones, Freeing the Writer Within*, by Natalie Goldberg. Eventually we will purchase him new magic slippers that will, unless he goes blind or sterile, whichever comes first, allow him to resume his honored position on Mt. Calvary where the sun is always too bright for a middle-class existenz. Unfortunate though for Gabriel Orgrease it was determined that carbohydrates and starch in the form of baked 'taters were causing various psychological and physiological problems similar in outward manifestation to Tourette's syndrome. It is all almonds & pecans now... and we have not yet heard of Mr. Almond Head, or Mr. Almond Ass or Mr. Almond Anything -- though Mr. Coyote will do. We will keep looking in dusty crevices of the dapper antique shops on the way to Shinnycock for the perfect bargain. As to Devil Duck & Mr. Potato Head knowing each other they are very well acquainted. Devil Duck has a butt end that is wide and flat, and oddly no discernable feet which seems more than bizarre in a duck, and therefore he tends to stay put. On occasion I have seen him using rockets, chicken-fat marinated joints (smoke signals) and semaphore to communicate with Mr. Potato Head. I sternly discourage such practices as soaking your joints in chicken fat but find that my rules and regulations are often thwarted when least expected.
Ducky! Ducky! burning bright
On the highways of the night,
What mortal hand or eye
Could tame thy fearful gimmickry?
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