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^listens to grateful dead & sings along while gargling pickle juice. Saves fuzz from between toes everyday to build bird nests as a hobby. Likes to sit on front porch in the nude & shave every morning, including nether regions while drinking coffee with a straw.
^^Thought he dodged scrutiny but reality is sometimes evasive to the reader. Spends his days reading "Archie" comic books and arguing with himself whether it's Betty or Veronica. Has cauliflower ear from interspecies erotica tournaments and whistles like an old man when pronouncing hid "S's. Rode hard & put up wet in his youth, has spent the last decades trying to remember his 1st grade girlfriend in order to relive the magic. Has baseball card collection worth a small fortune but he can't remember where he left it.
^ Has no idea how close he came to the truth! (Had a comic book collection that contained most issue #1s for almost everything released during the mid 70s. Lost it in a divorce and the Ex had no idea what she had....)
^^ Tried to get all of the Florida contingent together for an all-nose whistle band!
^^ Confirms what has been suspected all along. Things in PT's thread traverse between clairvoyance, coincidental, prophetic, and just plain weird. Overall otherworldly vibes and psychedelic transient drifting through the fabric on the posts. Volunteers to be the tuner for aforementioned nose whistling band.
^joins the nose whistling band as the trumpet nose whistler, sets up their first concert at a Georgia tent revival complete with snake handling. During the first song he forcefully blows boogage into the crowd. It it turn scares the snakes & one bites him on the nose. First, and last gig....
^binge watches reruns of Mork and Mindy while wearing pink bunny slippers and tights. Making diabolical plans to hit the local chuck e cheese and empty the claw machine of all the stuffed animals while ruining some 5 year old birthday party. Drives to local biker bar to hand out said stuffed animals and is not heard from for 3 days.
^^ Opens up old Motel 6 on Hwy 66 in the middle of San Bernardino and starts the "Dingleberry Museum." Uses his own collection to start exhibits but needs more diverse examples so he starts a "cash for dingleberries" crusade amongst the local homeless encampments and ghetto dwellers. Has to spend a few hundred $$ but collection booms and business is brisk (admission is free.) Upon his first month's anniversary is suddenly shut down by the EPA. HazMat teams converge and begin to remove the contents of the museum. Apparently the funk from the exhibits had leeched into the atmosphere and ate a hole in the ozone layer above San Bernardino County. Is awaiting trial on improper storage & disposal of toxic industrial waste.
^ this is good stuff, so he decides to write a book about that whole situation. Low and behold, with everyone quarantined, they read books. He suddenly has a best seller, has a book signing & PT shows up for royalties. The Hazmat team shows up to collect dues & pandemonium ensues. At the end of the day bowtie has nothing left, & the hazmat team hauls off PT for questioning after putting him in a restraining diaper.
^nose whistles Drummers Recquiem ! Buys everyone on the Thread drinks at a Hotel downtown and then takes us out to a topless joint to share the super wonders views from atop the Dancers Cages and yep he left us with a "got to go urgently to Golder Boulder's" Guy Nosh Delivery & refrain.
^ gets easily confused about which thread he means to post on. Cross thread posting has gotten him In trouble before. Especially the ones that start with xxx. Time to regroup and fire up a homegrown. Practicing nose whistling of course...
^wears combat boots on wrong feet to keep from going around in circles. Wears undies backwards for easy unloading of deuce when nature calls and never washes his wife beaters to keep them crusty and camouflaged.
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