The Brigadiere Speaks
Dear Mister Winter (Old Man),
You seem to be under some misguided notion that dropping all this powdery stuff upon my good city is going to deter me from getting from the proverbial point A to the proverbial point B. Need I remind you that when I met you last in that harrowing expedition through the Antarctic I was not daunted by your bluster blasts of frigidity? Granted we did end up having to have our geologist for a late sup near the end of things, but he insisted. Even brought the proper sherry for a nice braising he did!
So push off back north from whence you came or I shall give Smiggins the order to give you a right good padding!
Yours brazenly,
Sir Brigadiere General Grend31, Mrs.
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thank you for your energies.
maybe you should save some for shoveling.
Miss Kendra,
You are wise beyond your age. I shall most certainly save a copious amount of vigor for the "slogging of the snow". My man-child servant Smiggins is most certainly going to go missing this evening with such a formidable task to be performed.
Now I must simply insist that you back away from your keyboard and desist from all this stressful typing. I shan't have you exacerbating your injuries on my behalf! Rest your injuries and come back to us posthaste!
Yours wishing a mercurial mending,
Sir Brigadiere General Grend31, Mrs.
Dear Sir,
I had been wondering how you were and where you had run off to.
I thought of contacting Smiggins, but as I hate to see him tremble in fear upon opening email, I decided against it.
I do hope you and Smiggins had a lovely Christmas and that you have a evening full of fun planned for New Years.
And should the snow get to you, come visit us in Texas. It's be eighty degrees all week.
:)
Yours Respectfully,
~Kate Hope Eden
Dear Sweet Kate,
I humbly apologize for my abcess. And my absence as well. There was the expedition to the polar regions as noted and a few bunions to have power-sanded. Quite busy during the holidays. I'd love to give you a visit in the deep south, but sadly I'm deathly phobic of scorpions and that Larry Hagman chap. I also tend to get the sweats above 71 degrees F.
Smiggins will be tending to the New Year, most likely by disappearing and frolicking with seedy underbelly of society leaving me with an ever-filling bedpan. Ah well. I bid you the fairest of New Years!
Yours pungently,
Sir Brigadiere General Grend31, Mrs.
Ah, asking Python questions now are we?
The answer is certainly BLUE!
Now, a question for you......
WHAT... is the airspeed velocity of an unladen swallow?
What do you mean.. and African or European swallow?
And Vegas clears the current blog title!
More Python? C'mon challenge me!
He lisped. He was a Roman Officer. He was married to Incontinentia Buttocks.
Is this what you were looking for?
Here is a question for you....
What was Unicron the first to do?
But what did he DO???
Dearest Brigadiere,
I have darly missed your diatribe of late.
However , today you have gone too far.
Old Man winter is in your neck of the woods at my insistence. The light rain I prefer to the many feet of snow is much preferable to my mood of late. I do apologize for the inconvenience this may cause you, considering you have a reliable man-servant the inconvenience is minimal compared to mine.
Never fear my friend, the old-man will tire shortly and retire to the extreme north, but please refrain from sending him to my neck of the woods. Frankly, I don't need a visit from him either. Although he is unpredictable and plays by his own rules regardless, and will be sure to drop a few feet of the "lovely white stuff" on my doorstep any time now.
Yours with respect and the uttmost affection.
Lady Dragonfly
Okay, I just read the whole script and I am not sure what you are asking. Plus, you did not answer my question. Could you be anymore specific?
Dear Lady Dragonfly,
The snow has been slogged and we are getting along quite nicely now. No worries dear lady. No worries.
Yours watching his icy footing,
Sir Brigadiere General Grend31, Mrs.
Unicron was the first transformer to eat a moon. Yum yum. Tasty.
Now.... *sigh* Typically when in this hideous culture of ours when one asks what someone "does" it's in regards to their employ. True, Biggus was an officer.. but more specifically he "commanded a cwack legion in Wome". Perhaps not listed in the script, but clearly stated by Pilate in the cluster that is his address to "Citizens of Jewusawem."
Well, I just answered my own question, so I'd best get on with another title.
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