Sunday, October 30, 2016
Baxter Black: Rudy’s 2nd Letter
Whel frenz, I was ther. Bakster’s buk pardy. He prefurrs I refur to him az Mastr wich emplys sum Roilty capasite. So far az ledership I’d rank him sumwher just behind General Custer.
So, he throes this BBQ to anowns his latest markitting asolt on the gollabul! I red sum ov it. At lest the pichurs ar gud. His artist frends demonstraded wye thay mak a livin drowing insted of trhowin a rop!
His mother an stepfodder was ther. He putt the ol man tar pappuring the wel howz- his mother was a soprise. I’d herd him tel peppel he was an orfan to get simpathe.
Bumbling Black mus be a pirromanyak! He stokd the campfhire with enuf wud to bild a hunting loge, then primd it with a galon of gass. He lit it an blu the hud offe his pikup!
By dark the blaz had burrnd doun to the siz of a smal apartmnt complx!
Garre shode up luking 4 a yodeling dawg. I awdishunned but I’d breethd enuf somoke to fog ten akers of cotten, so he passed.