To the Pastor. . .

There once was a Pastor named Dave
Renowned for the poetry he gave
to his friends short and tall,
his prose offended all,
'til he grew old with one foot in the grave.

Happy Birthday you old fart.

Rich S.

How old is the old fart?

He certainly moved pretty damned fast when he and I shortsheeted
Badwater Bill's bed in Pinkneyville a few years ago. The two of us
worked as a team, almost as if we'd been practicing for months for this
big moment.

The strangest thing was that BWB did NOT know what was wrong with his
bed. He'd never had the pleasure of a "normal" childhood... had never
been shortsheeted before... He thought the maids were simply using only
one sheet by mistake.

John "Ampmeter" Ammeter

Rich S. wrote:
There once was a Pastor named Dave
Renowned for the poetry he gave
to his friends short and tall,
his prose offended all,
'til he grew old with one foot in the grave.

Happy Birthday you old fart.

Rich S.

"John Ammeter" wrote in message
news:BIGdnUGJEY2QmQPenZ2dnUVZ_sSdnZ2d@cablespeedwa .com...
How old is the old fart?

Would you believe he's 57 and pushin' 60? Lately he's been having delusions
of being a pirate. It happened after that "Talk like a pirate" day that Dave
Berry writes about. 'Pastor' adopted the eponym "Iron Davy Flint" and
intersperses his emails with phrases like, "Har, har", "Pinch the serving
wench", and "Ooooh look! Tinker Bell just flew by."

It is a sad commentary on the moral change in America when a once sane and
first-rate lad like Dave Pincus, who was able to adopt a persona as a Pastor
and give good and moral advice to young men and old pilots alike, now sees
faeries and drinks demon rum.

Rich "Tch, tch" S.

Rich S. wrote:

It is a sad commentary on the moral change in America when a once sane and
first-rate lad like Dave Pincus, who was able to adopt a persona as a Pastor
and give good and moral advice to young men and old pilots alike, now sees
faeries and drinks demon rum.

Rich "Tch, tch" S.

I feel so guilty. I should have seen this coming when the good Pastor
was holding forth on some chick named Barbie Q (obviously a nome de
nacht) and promptly ran into the tongue of High Flyers trailerable BBQ.
God is a jealous God.

Gary