... It is actually worse now. You may need some help." - Racer Locked Out.
"I reckon I'm beyond help buddy-boy. Sorry. Say - you haven't seen some stray Snickers have you? I'm kind of looking for some in the mail. Just sayin'." - RG the Suspicious
The pampas grass fronds are looking nice in the fall.
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Racer: Snickers, RG? Why no, I don't believe I know anything about any Snickers. Why don't you...ermmm...just keep asking around?
RG: Okay, Buddy Boy. I know you wouldn't do me wrong.
Racer: snicker, snicker...
Uh, Snickers? What Snickers?
Umm whats a snicker old man?xx Speedy
Speedy, RG probably doesn't want to talk about Snickers right now, but I'll tell you. They are a kind of candy bar that has been around a long time over here. They have a fluffy, nougatie base with peanuts on top, and then all of that is covered with chocolate. In a sane society they would be a "controlled substance." Believe me, Racer is doing RG a favor. You might want to talk to RG about carrots. Now that is some good stuff. I am loving Mum's "history lessons" after I stop shaking in my boots. Kisses to you dear Nephew.
Oh, Speedy, I forgot to mention the layer of carmel over the peanuts. If the Nation won't do it's duty, at least Fen steps in to "control" them at our house. It has been a long time since I've had one. I am sure RG will let us know if I got it wrong. Well, no, he is probably sobbing in a pillow somewhere. When something comes between a guy and his mail order Snickers, it is serious.
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