Hehehhaehehhehaehheheahaeheha!!!
Can someone create an emoticon for when you're really, REALLY laughing!!!
Hehheehehehehehehehehehea!!
You crack me up, bud.
Thank you, Sweet Rose--that's the kinda "atta-boy" I was looking for.
Just started the book--in a compulsive flash--last night, after a few (few?) shots of vodka. The book will be solely-based on my experiences with Sasquatches (is that the plural form of "Sasquatch?" @Hoth, help me out, bud) while gold-prospecting along the Nushagak River last summer.
Perestroika, glasnost, nyet, da, dacha, vodka, Mikoyan Bureau, Sukhoi, Kalashnikov, etc.
I must be part Russian . . .
LMAO.
I'm a gonna nurse this hang-over of mine with a little more distilled spirits, then get back to writing.
Someone stole my headset from beside my Dad's computer (yeah, I know, to what depths shall ye drop before heeding God's call?).
I was on TeamSpeak several months ago listening--not talking, the mic musta broke in transit--to the likes of Sweet @ChknFngr, Sweet @Sally, Sweet @BlackRose, Sweet @SGTScott (Yeesh!! Lol, love ya, bud), Sweet @sandradee2, Sweet @dadda2, Sweet @SGTSmeg, Sweet @T-Rat, etc., etc.--you know, the "usual suspects" on FT1.
But most of all, listening to my karaoke partner, Sweet @AH1. I couldn't talk, but I could type, and he obliged my type-written requests to sing songs that we used to when I still owned a house in Anchorage.
"Every . . . Rose, has it's thorns . . . ." was one of his and I's faves, as we serenaded Sweet Black Rose.
"Oh, Sandra . . ., you came, and you took, without giving . . ., and Geoff took you away . . ., oh, Sandra . . ."
God rest your soul, buddy, as I know He has. I told you before you're passing that I hope to be messing up your beautiful voice in Heaven someday!!! Come on, now!!
Lol.
I haven't felt this enthusiastic about anything in quite a while. In a fit of inspiration, I just started writing.
As many of you know by now, Ayaq, aka "Paul," has more talents besides his (there goes third-person context again, lol?) rugged, good looks.
And a voice that will send crying women heading out to buy new windows and mirrors . . .
Love you all, you Strapping Gents (?) of >XI< and Luscious, Lovely Ladies of >XI<.
Ayaq