MYSTIC PHONE CALL

It's 5:50 a.m. and Patrick has joined Junior downstairs to continue his sleeping.

****This Trading Post will be closed until Monday next. So no more breathtakingly exciting blogs until then. Going Primitive camping in Michigan, oh, boy!****

Drank an ice-spinned Silver Bullet last nite in honor of Julia Roberts.

Hey, what's the deal with everybody getting their panties in a bunch over Korea's attempting to launch an ICBM? Haven't heard that term in a while. What's the problem? Because their government is run by freaks? Well there are other nuclear powers with goofy governments. One even has a leader who can't pronounce "nuclear". I know, cheep shot. Oh, well, my mind's with the Huskies, and not the ones outside...

64 hotdogs in 12 minutes at Coney Island-- a record by 1/4 of a dog! Patrick is in awe! No, not a new record, that's redundant. Take it from an old sports reporter: just record, no adjectives.

Will have to go a week without the wisdom of the Long Ranger, oh well.

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