is bad enough having five identities of your own making and volition but when I get ten emails to ten different people from ten different people every day then I am surprised I am not sitting here going Phwerble Phwerble Phwerble, Phwerble..
Have you ever conceived the name Isolde Perdekamp, no doubt she is called Izze for short and there is nothing wrong with that, believe me. Well, she has sent an email to dg Merriman all about the pesky Canadian Drug company or supplier of drugs. I wonder if it is pot, because the way this is going I might just as well succumb to the dreaded weed of my own accord and then not care about the intrusive strangers. That sounds German, Isolde Perdekamp, I am not saying anything.
Do they not know that I am trying to give drugs up and had it not been or a minor hicough then by March I would have been off the perishing things for good. That is medicational and not recreational!!! Hey, if there was a natural way to do it then I would try that but not the pot herbs.
Anyway, this does nothing to get rid of pesky Izzy and her ilk so I will just have to get He who knows all to put Vista back on Brassy Lass and then she would just stick everything like that into the SPAM box which is next door to my Grot box which is getting full.
I have a friend, yes believe it or not, who sends me chain mail, some is OK and others mean nothing because he lives in the States so anything relative there is not really general knowledge here so it means nothing to me. I just say, Oh well, well done and thank you.
Anyway, the last one he sent caught me on a high horse day and I sent him the spoof chain mail from my Invisible Friend. Of all things, he actually replied and said he was sorry and would not do it again. I did not mean to stop his fun but just wanted to point out that the pass on to seven people emails are fine if no one unscrupulous gets to see them. That is a little like a cannibal at the Festival of Life celebration, if there is one!!!
Maybe I need to find another tree to bark up or hug but then if people and Isolde did not send me emails and useless info then I would be as happy as Harry or his Viagra popping brother, Larry. Sorry to defamate (nah, did not think that was a word) you Larry, it is just an expression.
One good thing happened today, I discovered the limitations of Fubar and that is 50,000 characters. Well, I don't know about that so my other blog will have to be done in two bits unless He who knows all manages to get rid of some of the unwanted waffle characters. Well it is a shame he cannot get rid of Isolde.
Oh, I can either hear voices or my earphones are in the wrong ear. Nope, they are OK so it is the voices now. Not much hope for me and it is raining so that just about rounds the day off.
Now I must get on and send thank you notes to all the kind people who have given me the wherewithal to get another round in and then sit and quaff it. That is one thing I haven't seen here, a place to actually buy yourself a tipple.
Thank Heaven for Hawkstone, California, because they know how to make a wine with the biggest legs I have ever seen. Oh, my head tomorrow. Not to worry, at least I do not have to work unless the bread man brings some invoices. That is tomorrow and this is tonight so on with the motley and hope the crisis does not cause irreparable identity marks.
Oh and having discovered that the badgers have been I went to throw some more food out and almost threw a raw Brussel out with the grapes. I know they eat fruit but don’t think they are that green yet. Well, I suppose it could have been the fox and he is not very discerning these days so who knows.
