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January 03, 2005



Eat your dust? Excuse me, but I don't see you kicking up much dust with spats. They are just leathery things with holes that you put over the things you actually dust up with. It is you who must eat the dust of the number one site for clog stomping (for there is an action that is sure to drum up as much dust as when Mrs. P gives her wig a good shake).

So to you I say, eat it.

(also I don't want to know how you found these things out)

Mrs. Peperium

A presidential candidate who is a proud clog stomper? Wow. If I were running for president I'd ditch the clog-stomping reputation.
Spats are much more presidential. A fellow from England hit our site thinking we sold spats. It's all Blimpish's and Soames fault : They were discussing Blimpy's lack of spats on our Mad Dog and Anglicans post.

Mrs. Peperium

FYI : You are correct that spats themselves do not kick up much dust. It is the man who by his mere presence in spats causes the clog stomper to choke.


Quickly, someone give that man a siliva test.


The least you can do is get your multiple personalities talking on the same page, Jackson. I thought you had me running for Congress now.


I can see you're going to be a difficult candidate to handle. Good thing you have that rapier Kennedy-esque wit to fall back on.

And, by the way, it's MISTER Jackson, junior.

(And keep your mom's noggin out of my cat food. --If you know what's good for you.)

MISTER Jackson

Ok, first Fitzgerald accuses me of making up my own wife. Now Misspent says I have more than one personality where only one personality should be. Let the word go forth from this time and place: I am only one person, in the singular. I have not subdivided like an ameoba. Yes, I have succeeded in reproducing, but Maggie and Thomas are their own individual people (if they were mere extensions of me I would surely get more poetry read and football watched). In sort, in the words of Shirley McLean: I AM!

Rev. Jackson



Good for you, Pops! I mean, dad. (I almost forgot that Pops is Misspent's split personality -- a minor transgression on my part could lead to a total personality melt-down.) Oh well.

And listen, dad, the Kennedy stuff belongs to Misspent. Let's hear no more of that "let the word go forth from this time and place" crap. (At least until after the '06 election.)

Ask not what your kitty can do for you, ask what your country can do for Misspent.

Extremism in the defense of liberty is no vice, nor is moderation in the pursuit of cat food a virtue.

And a big MEOW to that.




There's the pot calling the kettle black.

Speaking of which. . .you'll have to excuse me-ow for a few minutes. Marupa has made me a large plate of blackened tuna for supper.

Vote for Misspent. A choice, not an echo!

(Please take note: we mean to indicate that Misspent is offering new and different policies. And NOT that he is in any way a schizoid whose different personalities offer a variety of policy choices. Thank you.)

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