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Poe Man Poe

I am attempting to dig it. Also attempting to wave down the Schwann's truck. I could use one of those honey glazed hamlettes. Spiral cut.

moleman

I am digging it now. I just broke through the concete in my basement floor. Someone will be prematurely buried.

Poe Man Poe

I stole a ladder to watch my neighbor through her bedroom window. Evidently, she was digging it. With the television on. Reruns of 'Cannon'. She had the volume on mute.

moleman

My 82 year old neighbor has been complaining lately of a peeping tom. But I notice her curtains are always open. And the mailman has talked of delivering a Harrods Lingerie catalog to her.
She's having a new ladder delivered today. It will not be locked up.

Poe Man Poe

I believe your postal worker needs a sound thrashing.

moleman

The mailman delivered another lingerie catalog. This time he went inside. He was there for an hour or more. I watched the house as I fondled my curtains. When he emerged he appeared disoriented. He threw my mail on the stoop then urinated in my Azalea bush. I'm considering my next move.

Poe Man Poe

I, too, have been keeping my good eye on your postal worker. He seems like one who might tarry or even loiter. I don't trust that one. I may have to deal with him.

moleman

I haven't received my GRIT magazine in 2 months. I know he's stealing them. If only I could put Barnaby Jones on the case. In his pimp disguise.

Poe Man Poe

See, now this is what happened to my Highlights magazine. How am I to have constructive fun with ordinary household items without my Highlights t guide me? I suspect Postmaster General Montand has something to do with this horrible development.

moleman

Maxwell?

Poe Man Poe

I took the cap off of the felt tip pen and inhaled deeply. Before I knew it, I was digging it again. Whenever I get like this, my wife typically responds by throwing me down the cellar stairs whilst yelling, "I won't have you digging at it, again!" She is usually correct. I don't need to be digging it with all the hep cats.

Yvonne uncrossed her legs and I reached down there. She asked me with a lilt in her voice, "Are you digging it?"

I told her that I wasn't digging it as much as slurrying it. I slurrys. With a throb.

tiny

Went down to Tooncetly's to get a pack of Dunhills in the blue box. Realized I was asleep. With it out. Decided not to wake myself or start smoking again. Hailed a dirigible and went home to the wife, Mrs. Gene Simmons' Hair. Good woman. Makes a lovely pot pie. With it out.

Poe Man Poe

In the VIP section of Toonta's in Jeannette. Travis Bickle hair cut and throwing doubles of straight Ketels and Stella Artrois chasers. I was digging at it, again. My wife comes in with her hair in a B-52 and wearing a Dale Evans western outfit with the dangling leather straps and fringed pockets...black jack boots and smelling of expensive gin. She takes one look my way and instantly accuses me of "digging it again." She goes for her gunbelt and produces a large caliber revolver. She points it in my direction and fires all six only to wing Tince Tantalia who was throwing darts at the time. Tince screams, "Im hit!" and flings the dart into the eye of Mazella Sweeney, which was increasingly unfortunate in as much as she was already blind in one eye. The other eye. I dive to the floor (found $3.00 in loose change) in an effort to gain cover while she reloaded. Jinzy Toonta was bartending and climbed over the bar to subdue the missus. I looks at Jinzy, and in a feeble attempt at explanation, I say, "I told her I was going to "The Red Lion" for "Dig At It Night", but she must have followed me here. She hates it when I get to digging it."

Jinzy shook his head from side to side. "I know. My wife gets like this when I try to dig it."

That Jinzy. What a guy.

Zoltan

I was warned not to drink the blue water then I inhaled its bouquet...

Nirvana

moleman

Tab, purple felt tip, and absynthe mixed in a hobo's shoe. Shotgun it through an old PBR can and attempt to dig. with it out of course.

anita

Hi, I heard this place is pretty cool. I was told about it from a guy named Zoltan, but he has some brain damage. So I am not sure if I can take his word for it.

Laughing

moleman

Zoltan digs it. With Penny Loafers. Non horked. You can take his word. Straight to the liquor store.

Matt

You should stay away from Zoltan, Anita. He definitely has brain damage. And a bag full of hard-ons.

Zoltan

Matt's just mad because I wasn't going share ...........

anita

Poe Man Poe

1979. Winky's on Rt. 119 just below the overpass of RT. 30 in Greensburg. Maybe Southwest Greensburg. I dropped my medium-sized bag of fries and a Seeing Eye dog leashed by a guy who they called "Zol" leaped at the opportunity to snatch them. The lady behind the counter handed me another bag of fries (albeit a bit short when compared to a standard medium order of Winky's french fries ; perhaps the manager was in the men's room at the time) and asked "Are you O.K., sir?" The laminated plastic name tag with the really large safety pin in the back read ‘Anita’. Anita, I just know it's you after all these years. I thank God for this and the opportunity to look down your blouse again. Anita, I missed you.

anita

Matt

MadMan

I have arrived at this place. A stranger in a strange land.