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« Reply #255 on: January 29, 2008, 08:12:07 AM »

"You call THAT a pecker?!" Bubba replied, pointing at Milo's beak.

Their pleasantries exchanged, Bubba stepped towards the penguin and engulfed him in a bear hug.

"Milo! You old Bush Baster (long 'a') you! Damn good to see ya again! How's tricks? I'd liked to have never found this place. Who'd have thunk...Dixon, Illinois."

Arm in arm, the two strode off toward the inner workings of the Bat Cave.

As they strode off, Milo continued to beat the bear over the head with a crowbar....which he happened to perloin from a crow who went on the wagon...

As overheard by a not so inoccent bystander, the conversation went something like this....


Milo: Now, what is it that has four pairs of pants, lives in Philadelphia, and it never rains but it pours?
Chicolini: Atsa good one. I give you three guesses.
Milo: Now let me see. Has four pair of pants, lives in Philadelphia... Is it male or female?
Chicolini: No, I no think so.
Milo: Is he dead?
Chicolini: Who?
Milo: I don't know. I give up.
Chicolini: I give up, too.


After this rather amazing repartee, there was another loud explosion...  and out of the secondary dust cloud arose....
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« Reply #256 on: January 29, 2008, 02:11:13 PM »

As they strode off, Milo continued to beat the bear over the head with a crowbar....which he happened to perloin from a crow who went on the wagon...

As overheard by a not so inoccent bystander, the conversation went something like this....


Milo: Now, what is it that has four pairs of pants, lives in Philadelphia, and it never rains but it pours?
Chicolini: Atsa good one. I give you three guesses.
Milo: Now let me see. Has four pair of pants, lives in Philadelphia... Is it male or female?
Chicolini: No, I no think so.
Milo: Is he dead?
Chicolini: Who?
Milo: I don't know. I give up.
Chicolini: I give up, too.


After this rather amazing repartee, there was another loud explosion...  and out of the secondary dust cloud arose....

...a gawd awful stench.

"Sorry about that," said Milo. "I had some chili yesterday that seems to have caused me some unusual gastric distress.  We got some let over, have you eaten?"

"Oy! Yes! Chili. This is good. I would love to try some."

"Great!" said Milo. "I believe we're going to make beautiful music together!"

Off they strode towards the batfeteria.
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« Reply #257 on: February 01, 2008, 09:43:50 AM »

Otside the batcave there was a disturbance; it seems as if a number of displaced polar bears were looking for a place to spend the night.  Their extremely sensitive nares had led them to this place as they could smell the smallest amount of 1608 and they knew that there must be penguins here.  Penguins had become the favorite snack for hungry displaced polar bears (the seals having been displaced to warmer waters where they had become the new entertainers).

There was nothing that polar bears liked better than pickled penguins.
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« Reply #258 on: February 02, 2008, 11:59:46 PM »

That's it, I'm now looking for Dale Sterling's WORLD FAMOUS POSSUM STORY to add to this novel. I have it archived on disk somewhere....Now if I could just find my way out of the FS round room and back to the mothership....

Did someone actually mention "pickled penguins?" Who knew that was my favorite snack? Better yet, why did you tell?
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« Reply #259 on: February 11, 2008, 02:47:40 PM »

Did someone actually mention "pickled penguins?" Who knew that was my favorite snack? Better yet, why did you tell?


well as I always say....

"Milo Talon picked a peck of pickled penguins!! !!"
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« Reply #260 on: February 12, 2008, 07:49:15 AM »

If, and I repeat, If Milo Talon picked a peck of pickled penguins, how many pickled penguins did Mr. Talon pick?   Huh?
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« Reply #261 on: February 12, 2008, 10:52:14 AM »

If, and I repeat, If Milo Talon picked a peck of pickled penguins, how many pickled penguins did Mr. Talon pick?   Huh?

If (and he did for sure) Milo Talon picked a peck of pickled penguins...Milo talon picked as many pickled penguins as a pickled penguin picker could pick!!
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« Reply #262 on: February 12, 2008, 11:04:45 AM »

Pick this!
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« Reply #263 on: February 13, 2008, 07:09:35 AM »

How much Bush could Milo Chug....ifin Milo could Chug Bush Huh? more than that @#$#$ Penquin or Pencil nosed Politician....should...ifin ya catch in my  Snow Drift   !  Wink 


P.S. And were talkin Black Bush not Jr. or Senior  !!! lol

P.S.S. Sorry I got carried away with my Riddle !!   Embarrassed
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« Reply #264 on: February 13, 2008, 01:54:59 PM »

I'm glad you clarified that!!  LOL

Meanwhile back in our story, we left the polar bears looking for pickled penguins.  By the time the bears found them, the penguins were sober and were sitting around their campfire discussing the effects of global warming, when all of a sudden the look-out penguin, "Eagle-eyed Pete" came waddling into camp as fast as his feathered butt could move, screaming at the top of his lungs,  "Hide!  Hide everybody!  Hide! the polar bears are coming and they look HUNGRY!"...
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« Reply #265 on: February 14, 2008, 11:53:26 AM »

Meanwhile back in our story, we left the polar bears looking for pickled penguins.  By the time the bears found them, the penguins were sober and were sitting around their campfire discussing the effects of global warming, when all of a sudden the look-out penguin, "Eagle-eyed Pete" came waddling into camp as fast as his feathered butt could move, screaming at the top of his lungs,  "Hide!  Hide everybody!  Hide! the polar bears are coming and they look HUNGRY!"...

Now for those of you who have no experience with pickled penguins.....  Well let's just say they can be a slow moving handful at best!!

AT Pete's warning yell, a couple of the most pickled penguins staggered to their feet and tried vainly to shake off the after effects of pickling....(see photographic evidence below...supplied by one Milo Talon)

after trying for several moments with little success, they began to......
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« Reply #266 on: February 14, 2008, 12:22:26 PM »

do the Macarena and sing at the top of their pickled little lungs.  The polar bears stopped dead in their tracks, looked at one another, shook their heads and one of them, "Tiny," the biggest, fattest polar bear around, said, "Good grief, what's gotten into those crazy penguins.  I think we best leave them alone, I think they have "Mad Penguin" disease!"

At that, after one long, hungry look at the nutty penguins, the polar bears turned, en mass, and exited South.  After the last polar bear was over the horizon, the penguins, began laughing and slapping each other on the back, glad to have outsmarted those hungry bears one more time.

Gathering together in their family units, the penguins.......
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« Reply #267 on: February 19, 2008, 10:58:12 AM »

do the Macarena and sing at the top of their pickled little lungs.  The polar bears stopped dead in their tracks, looked at one another, shook their heads and one of them, "Tiny," the biggest, fattest polar bear around, said, "Good grief, what's gotten into those crazy penguins.  I think we best leave them alone, I think they have "Mad Penguin" disease!"

At that, after one long, hungry look at the nutty penguins, the polar bears turned, en mass, and exited South.  After the last polar bear was over the horizon, the penguins, began laughing and slapping each other on the back, glad to have outsmarted those hungry bears one more time.

Gathering together in their family units, the penguins.......

finally discovered a useful propose for the Macarena.... After which, having sufficcently recovered from their near pickling,  began to follow Milo as he continued to drag that heavy bag across the windblown ice..
And it was at that precise moment that he remembered an ancient Eskimo legend
Wherein it is written on whatever it is that they write it on up there That if anything bad ever happens to your eyes as a result of some sort of conflict With anyone named Tiny the only way you can get it fixed up Is to go trudgin' across the tundra . . .Mile after mile ...Trudgin' across the tundra . . .
Right down to  . . .
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« Reply #268 on: February 26, 2008, 10:09:26 AM »

that town, deep in the deepest tundra, who's name is never to be mentioned,  but you must go to the most famous bar in all tundradom, "Ike's Blue Moon Tavern."  There you will find "Deadeye Dick" the best optometrist in the tundra.  They call him Deadeye Dick because he is missing one of his eyes, which was poked out by a grizzly bear.
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« Reply #269 on: February 26, 2008, 02:47:08 PM »

Just then a door opened....

And who shod trod in...from miles and miles of tundra trudgin....but that always celebrated but somehow forgotten compatriot of Milo talon...Deadeye Duck....(See picture below).

Deadeye bellied up to the bar and loudly exclaimed....
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