And here's a wildass idea tossed
about between meself and another-
If I lose the Mini Mansion, I'll definitely
sell everything I own.
This frees me up to hit the road for a
roll around this little country of ours.
I'd love to impose myself on as many
of you as possible.
Just a dream at this point, but sounds
like the trip of a lifetime.

Would love to have ya here!

Otherwise here's hoping you get to keep what you love.

Absinthe Roadtrip 2004!
I'll donate soft money to your campaign fund.

Good thing the map has already been made. You can skip that Rand McNally thing.

And I have a sizable pile of scraps
of paper w/names, addys, phone #s
also.

...and the ATF busts down the Mayor's door and seizes his address book.

Ok Butty.
Like giving directions right to my
door for LF03 turned out disastrous.

That was just an oversight. They were planning to, but they got stuck in Jersey Shore traffic on the Turnpike and didn't make it until the following Wednesday.

I think they're planning on flying next year.

In black helicopters, I'm sure.

Well, duh.

I've heard they go after the ones
reading books 1st.
Please park yer carcass outside the
iron fence next year so the rest of
us have time to vamoose.

Blackhawk down!

If your ride makes out to the West Coast, you know where to stop.

DG

Seattle?

Louchie, Come to Texas and I hook ya up with some "Hotties" do ya like Girls or Boys?

I mean "I'LL"...oops damn IMAC.

We can sit on a curb on Cass Ave and drink Hill's out of a paper bag when you make it up to Detroit, LL!

Did you mean that ironically?

Why would that be ironic?

Don't ya think?

DG

Phone cord extension to the computer got severed tonight.
Yeah! The mice did it!

Do you read any of this?

Yeah, Louchie. You know my door is always open if you ever decide to brave the heartland. How long's it been since you've tipped some cows? Gnawed on some oysters? Seen the stars in all their glory and watched the sunset turn the sky every color imaginable? Picked up on a chick missing her front teeth?

Not long enough.

Think FLA if ya do! Maybe ya'll could drag some of them yankee folks with ya!

No to the draggin'.
Yes to Fla.

:PTFA:

Tardo CAT.

You like brewpubs? We got brewpubs...

We've got the guest room all ready for ya, just in case....

DG

Here, kitty, kitty, kitty. . .

The more I think about this roadtrip
thingy, the more I'm likin' the idea.

I'd say that you're welcome to come here too, but I think that we've already covered that.

Nuttin' better for the soul than a ramblin' road trip. Hell, go see all the places you've never had the chance to see. Top down, sunglasses on and the radio cranked up!

No sir, nothing better in the world.

DG

you better bring a five gallon drum of SPF 75, ya pasty bald fucker!

I've done a couple of them long-ass mind-clearing, life-reaffirming, shit-getting-together road-trips at various points in my life when everything was in flux. It was during the last one of these that I came to New York for the very first time in my life, during which time I met My Dear Sweet Little Lambchop. (She, inceidentally, does not remember meeting me then, 'cause she was drunk for the whole time that I was here. That's my Lammie.)

You stock your car with a tent, a sleeping bag, a laptop, a bunch of tapes or CDs (depending on your level of sophistication), an Igloo cooler, some duct tape, and a full address book, and you can go almost anywhere in the hemisphere.

It's one of my favorite ways to pass part time. It keeps me from needing to be medicated. I can't recommend it strongly enough.

You're lucky that I remember you now.

Incidentally, I was not "drunk". I was...ummm...thinking? No! I was dancing!

No, baby. I'm talking about the rest of the week.

Try month. Hell. Try year.

Hello, my name is lambchop and I am an alcoholist.

chicks with drinking problems are HOT!

You're telling me.

They also put out.

You've obviously never met my grandmother.

oops, that was meant for DOc, not your grandmother.



but is she single?

The age-old hooch for hoochy program.

Oh, she's single alright. She's also been dead since 1984. But go for it, if you're so inclined.

For some of us, it's all we can ever hope for.

Of course, you're the one who's always showing up at the door with magna of wine and 5ths of Makers Mark.

hee hee hee.
works on boys too.