Paul Wickre; your one stop shopping for information – The Continuing Saga
This is a repeat of a previous article. It’s repeated here because the number of comments on the original have approached 2000, and the first version was becoming unwieldy – so it’s been closed to new comments. The 2000+ comments on the first version can be found here. What follows is word-for-word identical with the original.
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A few weeks ago, I got a call from AT&T in regards to my attempt to change my calling plan. The problem with that was I hadn’t tried to alter my plan. So apparently, someone had tried to impersonate me with my carrier and got busted. They hung up when they couldn’t supply the AT&T woman with my code word. A few days later, my wife happened to be visiting a friend’s house in the Metro DC area when the friend got a phone call from a blocked number. The person on the other end of the call told my wife’s friend that he was with the sheriff’s department and about to serve a warrant on me and he wanted to know if I had guns in my house. Of course, this worried my wife.
A few minutes later, the same person called me and told me the same story, and said that if I had any guns in my house, I’d have to remove them from the premises for the safety of him and his officers. When I asked for the caller’s name, he hung up. A few minutes later, he called my daughter and told the same story, and thinking he had called my wife, told her that she’d have to have her permits for the guns ready to show the officers. But, what the caller didn’t know is that in West Virginia, there are no permits for possessing guns of any sort, except those restricted by the Federal government.
That same night, some troll began leaving comments on the Phillip Dale Monkress discussion from the IP address, 71.178.164.92, which goes back to one Paul Wickre. Wickre then proceeded to publish my social security number as well as TSO’s in the comments of that discussion. I know that was an attempt at intimidating us. But we both have Lifelock, so we really weren’t at risk much.
In fact, Wickre thought he could publish a bunch of stuff about me, including my financial situation, which would scare us off. Yeah, that didn’t work, because nearly everything he wrote was wrong, you know, because he’s such a super sleuth.
In the interim, I got a call from a young man who had dealings with Wickre in the recent past, during which Wickre called his home, threatened his wife, even stood out in the street in front of his house yelling and screaming like a lunatic* [see update]. Eventually, he had to get a restraining order against Wickre because of the harassment. He went on to tell me that Wickre sits in his office drunk and makes calls all night yelling and threatening at people like a big baby. * TSO Adds: Psul disputes this version of events. Nonetheless, Jonn’s statement is what he was told, not what happened. Since Jonn was not there, and is not a Master of the Tarot Card Arts, he has no way of knowing what happened. He is recounting what he was told.
The other day, as TSO recounted, master detective, Paul Wickre, thought he had discovered TSO’s phone number and called our buddy Laughing Wolf who happened to be in Normandy, France at the time. We’re working on getting the recording of that phone call from Laughing Wolf who is still in France. Here’s the .wav file – you’ll need earphones to hear him say “TSO! I got ya. I got ya, baby” – ya know, even though he really didn’t.
So here is Paul Wickre’s arrest record [Updated, See next three Paragraphs.]
TSO Adds: Over the course of two days Psul has sent me a virtual uncountable number of absurd emails disputing the characterization of this as an arrest record, while I was busy trying to take in the sights of half naked women in South Dakota, the sweetest smelling of the midwestern states. Therefore, it is no longer to be called an “arrest record” but rather “a delightful invitation by the State of Maryland to engage in some judicial jousting, some of which might have been criminal, but by no means is limited to only criminal.”
As near as I can divine, his basic problem is that we reference only the criminal, and Psul is a full spectrum legal advocate employer thanks to Maryland. This is no judicial David Ortiz, swinging for the Monster Seats. No, Psul is a five tool player, covering the spectrum of legal issues. Hell, any drunken cub scout could amass his criminal record for resisting arrest and such things. (Oh, not convicted on all accounts he also wants you to know, so you should visit the Maryland site to get the full Psul Legal Experience.) On a holiday weekend I daresay an enterprising youth could even match the legacy of Psul by getting a fugitive from justice warrant sworn out by the Commonwealth of Virginia as well. What makes Psul so special though is his ability to do it all. Sort of like an Alex Rodriguez of judicial proceedings, although admittedly he is less popular with his colleagues than Mr Rodriguez. (I am not asserting that Psul is “juicing” or using any [legal] performance enhancing drugs, just in case that is his next legal threat.)
So, as you peruse this next graphic, be sure to note not just the criminal proceedings, but also the civil, domestic, bankruptcy and other highlights. Psul does not have 35 arrests for criminal matters, but rather has 35 a delightful invitations by the State of Maryland to engage in some judicial jousting, some of which might have been criminal, but by no means is limited to only criminal.
UPDATE X2: Just to push on to the heart of the matter, I decided to do away with the graphic we had, which should help with Psul’s serious problem with our potentially violating a Copyright not held by him. So, instead, I used the helpful download that Maryland has on his delightful invitations by the State of Maryland to engage in some judicial jousting, some of which might have been criminal, but by no means is limited to only criminal page, and you can view that here. Also, I will add links later to each and every document so you can read in full.
(NOTE: NP means NOLLE PROSEQUI, STET: A suspension of the prosecution with the State given the opportunity to reopen the case without the need for the defendant to be recharged.)
97208C-RESIST ARREST (Guilty)
000000EP06248-ATTEMPT BY DRIVER TO ELUDE UNIFORMED POLICE BY FAILING TO STOP (NP)
107225C – ASSAULT. 2ND DEG. OFFICER, RESIST ARREST, EXCEED POSTED SPEED LIMIT, FAIL TO OBEY AN OFFICIAL RED SIGNAL, FAIL TO OBEY LAWFUL ORDER, RECKLESS DRIVING (2x), DRIVER TO ELUDE POLICE ON FOOT/ATT, VIOLATION OF PROBATION (Guilty as to Reckless Driving and Violation of Probation, rest are NP)
2D00115803 – ASSAULT-FIRST DEGREE, ASSAULT-SEC DEGREE (2x), FALSE STATEMENT TO OFFICER, HINDERING/OBSTRUCTING (This Document is Statement of Charges)
4D00126067 – RESISTING ARREST(2x) (This Document is Statement of Charges)
5D00105649 – ASSAULT-SEC DEGREE, RESISTING ARREST (This Document is Statement of Charges)
5D00187612- ASSAULT-FIRST DEGREE, ASSAULT SEC DEG-LAW ENFORCMENT OFC, RESISTING ARREST (This Document is Statement of Charges)
82639C – MOTOR VEH BO-JURY – ELUDE A POLICE OFFICER/ATT, FAIL TO OBEY AN OFFICIAL RED SIGNAL, FAIL TO KEEP TO RIGHT OF CENTER, IMPROPER TURN (RIGHT OR LEFT), FAIL TO OBEY LAWFUL ORDER, RECKLESS DRIVING (Guilty to all save eluding to police officer which is NP)
94377C – ASSAULT SECOND DEGREE, RESIST ARREST, VIOLATION OF PROBATION (Guilty on 1st Charge, NP on second, Guilty on VOP)
94706C – ASSAULT SECOND DEGREE, FALSE STATEMENT TO PEACE OFFICER, OBSTRUCTING JUSTICE, VIOLATION OF PROBATION (NP, Guilty of False Statement to Peace Officer, NP, Guilty of Violation of Probation)
000000HV40801 – DRIVING VEH IN EXCESS OF REASONABLE AND PRUDENT SPEED ON HWY (Guilty)
0D00030030 – TELEPHONE MISUSE:REPEAT CALLS, TELEPHONE THREATS (NP on charge 1, Guilty as to making Telephone Threats)
0D00047887 – ASSAULT-SEC DEGREE (2x) (Guilty on 1, STET on second)
1D00087613 – ASSAULT-SEC DEGREE, RESISTING ARREST (NP, NP)
5D00048655 – FUGITIVE FROM JUSTICE — VA (Warrant issued 10/16/1997)
5D00126040 – MALICIOUS DESTRUCTION PROP VALUE + $500, DISTURB THE PEACE (STET on both)
0601SP005732006 – PEACE ORDER (TEMPORARY PEACE ORDER ISSUED, RELIEF GRANTED: SHALL NOT COMMIT A PROHIBITED ACT; SHALL NOT CONTACT PETITIONER ; SHALL NOT ENTER RESIDENCE OF PETITIONER; SHALL STAY AWAY FROM PETITIONER)
0601SP026222002 – PEACE ORDER (TEMPORARY PEACE ORDER ISSUED, RELIEF GRANTED: SHALL NOT COMMIT A PROHIBITED ACT; SHALL NOT CONTACT PETITIONER ; SHALL NOT ENTER RESIDENCE OF PETITIONER; SHALL STAY AWAY FROM PETITIONER)
0602SP006232007 – PEACE ORDER COURT ORDERS: SHALL NOT ABUSE, SHALL NOT CONTACT, SHALL NOT ENTER RESIDENCE, SHALL STAY AWAY FROM EMPLOYMENT. Second hearing Peace Order denied.
107541C – ASSAULT SECOND DEGREE, RESIST ARREST, VIOLATION OF PROBATION (NP, Guilty, Guilty)
That’s quite a few cases of restraining orders and domestic disturbances, isn’t it? But they all take place in Montgomery County, MD. I doubt he’d ever venture outside of that Blue County where he might get injured. That arrest record is indicative of a drunken bully who is accustomed to dealing with people who are easily frightened. That won’t work here or with us.The odd part of the whole thing are issues that aren’t in dispute – Phil Monkress lied about being a SEAL, and he admits that he was never a SEAL. No amount of calls from Wickre will alter that fact. Even Monkress’ lawyer admits that she can’t do anything to make us take the post down. So Wickre thinks he can bully us into taking the post down – something that wouldn’t work anyway, because the internet always remembers everything we post. If I took the post down tomorrow, which would never happen anyway, it would still exist on the search engines.
So, anytime Paul Wickre wants to discuss this problem he has, he’s welcome at my house. He knows where it is, because I posted TAH HQs on Google Earth – I’m not hiding from anyone. But, I’m relatively secure in the knowledge that Wickre, like most bullies, is too much of a chicken shit to set foot outside of Montgomery County, MD and face anyone with whom he has a problem.
So, Friday, I emailed his wife and explained the situation to her, and that’s why last night he took on this arrogant air about all of the legal stuff. I sent one email and asked her to perform her wifely duties to distract him from the phone and internet. And apparently he didn’t like that, even though he called my wife, her friends and my daughter to threaten us.
So, here I sit waiting for Wickre to summon the testicular fortitude to cross the Montgomery County line. Oh, yeah, I’ve moved all of my guns out of the house, Paul, as per your request. Ha-ha.
Category: Shitbags
I know Paulie will catch up tomorrow night right… Paulie thread chasing bitch you will see what was said tonight or this am.While you sleep off that hangover n sore Ass ….. FROM THE FISTING YOU CAUGHT… yes poor Paulie passed out cold under the bridge n picked up his fave cross dresser …
Yep he have in to his desires….
RELEASE THE KRAKON.
@501 were you the cross dresser under that bridge…..
Is Paul your Spandex wearing hero…
Really going to stand up for Paul Wickre.. (Google it)…
Wow there is a Paul boi lover… Oops I bet that this is you…
Your catching up from last nights happy hour….
You are a funny funny man…. Bitch BOI :-P….
I bet you will be tuned in tonight….
My money is on Ex,Julie, Val,and the rest of the lovely ladies of THA…
there is a money maker the ladies of THA calendar..
I’ll take two of them asap….
Nik is it just me or does serve seem to be crushing on Paulie BOI…. Coming to save him..
Naw. I think he’s calling Psulhu out for the liar that he is. I hear what you’re saying, but looks like they’re putting Phildo’s record and lies out there for everyone’s edification.
Oops sorry it’s served…. Nik… My bad..
Do you . Think Paul is going to blow the fuck up tonight after the. Offers of such wonderful gifts presented to her grave site…hmmmmm =-O
It’s just liKe Vegas….
Paulie BOI I’M BETTING ON YOU TO CUM THRU TONIGHT… JUST NOT ON YOUR KEY BOARD .. (YUCK…. STICKY KEYS )…. as you rant n rave!!! come on Paul Wickre…have your dial soap beside you please….wash your own shit out Paulie….
I can maybe piece where PSul got some his mental issues from. His mom was pushing 50 when she spit him out, that had to be some worry about mild retardation there.
If you look back into the Wickre tree ( and all the lines on his dad’s side) you see zero evidence of service, so that’s why he is so far out of touch with those that have rucked up and picked up a weapon
Gotta thanks I see it your watt as well… Guess I just miss Paul so much I’m looking for a fight.. Lol….
Google Paul Wickre…. Keep him highlighted… :O
@508… Right own… Sir….. I agree!!!
By the way thank you for your service…..thank u!!
@508 If you look back into the Wickre tree ( and all the lines on his dad’s side) you see zero evidence of service Yah, other than the stablehand and the family dog, I can’t imagine that family has serviced anyone. Frankly, I suppose it’s his natural reaction of being a beta male, an un-man, a girl pretending to be a boy. He knows he isn’t worth a tenth of the toenail of the least of us. It vexes him. It vexes him so. He is in DC. He’s surrounded by our Acropolis. It’s our Acropolis because of all the marble monuments to the American Warfighter. It’s almost our state religion, as it should be. He is constantly surrounded by the realization that he will never measure up, even unto the least of America’s Knights, America’s Warriors, America’s Best and Bravest. He has to put up with all the venerating of those who society and government regularly reminds him are better than him. So, he resorts to the tactics of a five-year old. “I don’t care. Nobody wants be in your stupid club anyway. PS. Girls are gross.” He’s simple and childish. He seems like many I’ve run into in my life. He wants desperately to believe that being “smart” means something. It does not. In as much as the Bible he pretends to believe in says “Faith without works is dead”, America believes greatly in the idea of “Intellect without deeds is dead”. Nobody gives a fuck how smart you are. Nobody does. Even in the vast overspending of Obama’s Stimulus package there is no stipend for being smart. Now, if you’re smart and can produce something, there’s money and respect in that. Then again, if you’re average and can be counted on to bring it when it counts, there’s money in that. But he doesn’t want money. Well, given his bankruptcies and his blatant pleas for someone to buy his shitty jags, he needs money. But in addition to money, he wants respect. And he knows in his dead little heart of dead little hearts that he gets… Read more »
To quote Morpheus:
I remember that which matters most… We are still here!
Nik…… Awesome words of truth… There… Thank you for putting the loser Boi…. Paul Wickre(Google it) just saying thank you. we all stand up to his ignorance and intolerable antics…
He should slide back into the shit hole life… Enjoying Phildo giving him sweet,sweet lovins…. Mommy didn’t give him …
…… Paulie your a turd…..
Bitch BOI….. stock up on the MD20/20…. I FELL LIKE FIRE WORKS TONIGHT…
DON’T GET BURNED PAUL,NEVER MIND YO
U YOUR BURNED OUT ALREADY….
PAUL WICKRE….. GUESS WHAT????? YOUR A TURD……I’LL Be tuned into the THA
FUCK PAULIE SHOW TONIGHT WOOOOOO HOOOOO!! 😛
LET LOOSE THE KRAKON.
Serious talk. I’m glad you’re on my side.
As well Nik…
And that’s what Psulhu will never get.
That’s why I’m starting to call him Psulhu. He doesn’t understand what’s going on around him. He’s asleep.
“In his house at R’lyeh, dead Cthulhu waits dreaming.
Long ago, a fella by the name of HP Lovecraft wrote a bunch of short horror stories. Most of them had to do with inhuman and inhumane monstrosities.
That’s how I feel about Psulhu. He’s both inhuman and inhumane.
Paul have you ever had a dream, Paul,, that you were so sure was real? What if you were unable to wake from that dream, Paul? How would you know the difference between the dream world and the real world?
Yes psulha
I’ll tell you those are not dreams…. That is your pathetic life of sorrow..
Bitch BOI YOU SUCK… TURD…. SO DOES YOUR LIFE NO MATTER HOW MUCH YOU THINK YOU HAVE…
What you know you can’t explain, but you feel it. You’ve felt it your entire life, that there’s something wrong with the world. You don’t know what it is, but it’s there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.Psulha, hope that you enjoy the padded cells….
Sorry there’s no MD20/20…..
@511 Nik – Damn that was awesome! I stood and cheered, got some strange looks from people walking by also. That made me what to run out and sign up.
You guys do share an awesome amount of responsibility and brotherhood/sisterhood. I think that’s what Paul was looking for and instead of coming down on the side of right he chose to side with the liars. We all know “you lie down with dogs you wake up with fleas”.
Paul, get a flea collar.
So, who wants to take a road trip to BETHESDA? 🙂
Nik & Hack.Stone: I fall more in love with you both every day!
WOW, just WOW!
Yes, I am verifying his degrees, sorry, had to tend life for a few days. I’m back now 😉
Morning, guys. Nice work, Nik, Krakon. From all those posts Poolboy Psulie Paul K Wickre a/k/a the Wickre Man (google hit) has made, he shows a pattern of behavior that borders on OCD, among OTHER things. He just can’t stay away from TAH and from the verbal smacks he gets in return for the abuse he tries to hand out. He wants us to go away, which we don’t have to do; it’s our place. He keeps demanding that we go away. All HE has to do is stay away.
Remember that sock puppet for Wittgenfeld a few months ago? Tim Ramey, or something like that — he tried the same thing and finally gave up. And his mentor, who was banned for doing, being and saying many, many naughty things, and who was a babbling loon into the bargain.
Not much difference between these two, except that Monkress isn’t the nutball this time. His sock puppet Poolboy Paul K Wickre gets that role. It’s almost clever, if you think about it: Monkress can find himself some way to kickstart and recover his losses, but his monkeybutt puppet doesn’t have that advantage. So who becomes the ultimate loser in this poor mimic of Ender’s Game?
Thank about it.
Hey, nice quote from Morpheus, Nik. And I wonder if, like Medea, Ms. KW da wifey will destroy the family and blast her way out of the house in a fiery chariot. The only difference is that Jason wasn’t a nutball — or was he? Going after a sheepskin full of golf flakes? Guarded by a tree full of poisonous mutant snakes? She was actually the more successful of that pair, too. Hmmm…. there may be a parallell there.
Durn! Too early, not enough caffeine in the tea. That should be ‘GOLD’ flakes, NOT “GOLF” flakes…. although I do kind of like the idea of “golf flakes” as a reference to ‘Caddyshack’.
MrBill@499, it really comes together when you can squeeze in a double entendre. If you are so inclined, I could post a poem about a former coworker that was arrested fro mail fraud a few years back. When he got busted, it was high fives all around the warehouse.
not julie: thanks. You’ll post the results, right? “Inquiring minds want to know” and all that. (smile)
HackStone, I would like to see that poem.
I think this pretty well sums up the difference between us and poolboy Paul K Wickre:
A noble man compares and estimates himself by an idea which is higher than himself; and a mean man, by one lower than himself. The one produces aspiration; the other ambition, which is the way in which a vulgar man aspires.
— Marcus Aurelius
Hondo
Email Val or Jonn and get my email, please sir!
not julie: as an occasional contributor of articles to TAH, I can see the e-mail addresses listed in comments (which are not available to the public). I assume it’s OK for me to contact you at that address?
Okay, per your request, I will post it, but first, you need the “story”.
http://www.foxnews.com/politics/2011/08/16/man-charged-with-using-treasury-secretarys-account-to-pay-off-mortgage/
Be forewarned, the poem contains content that may not be suitable for children.
Twas the night before indictment, when all through the house Not a felon was stirring, not even my spouse. The weapons were stacked by the front door with care, Just in case US Marshalls soon would be there. The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of Escalades danced in their heads. And mamma with her Gucci, and I with my bling, With our stolen karaoke, we started to sing. When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the basement to see what was the matter. Away to the bathroom I flew like a flash, Flushing the toilet to dispose of the stash. The police lights on the breast of the new-fallen snow Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below. When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a battering ram, and eight US Marshalls in riot gear. They entered the house, so brash and so rude, I suddenly realized, “Boy, I am screwed”. Quicker than pit bulls, through the front door they came, They shouted “We have a warrant”, and called me by name! “Now Bryan, you stole over three hundred grand! Now drop all of your weapons and show us your hands!” I was dropped to the floor all in one swoop I was so stunned, that I started to poop. The neighbors gathered round as I started to squawk, Just as news cameras filmed my perp walk. So above the house-tops the news copters flew, With the Bruce Johnson, Jim Krebs, and Sue Palka, too. And then, in a twinkling, I heard the cuffs snap Suddenly realizing, I was in deep crap. As I covered my head, and was thrown in the car, I thought of making a break, but wouldn’t get far. At the police station I knew I was in a lurch, I was suddenly naked, for the strip search. As I spread my cheeks I heard the snap of the glove, The guard said “Get used to it, this is how you’ll make love.” My cellmates eyes twinkled! His mood was so merry! My… Read more »
Hack.Stone: gotta hand it to the youngster. Pulling that stunt took a pair the size of coconuts.
Too bad for him his brain-to-gonad ratio turned out to be the inverse of the norm.
Much like Paul Wickre, he always went around telling everyone how much better he was than everyone else. We were on an Air Force contract at the Pentagon, and about 80% of the people in the office were veterans. He wasn’t, though he told us how he scored “100%” on the ASVAB. I then informed the genius that the ASVAB is not designed to score a 100%. He believe that he was too intelligent for the military. He believed wrong.
I bet just with the personal experiences you’ve guys all had with crazy people and events. A kickass book could be wrote!
Valkyrie@533, there would have to be two editions. The PG edition would be about 4 pages. The NC17 edition would be like the Encyclopedia Britannica. To save ink, each chapter would start out with “TINS……”
Air Force stories start out, “There I was…”.
Air Force stories start out, “There I was at the Banyan Club on Kadena when a Marine walked in…”.
Redneck stories start out, “it’s ok, she’s my sister”.
Sorry I had to. My “corny jokes” runneth over this morning.
Hack – When in doubt, always go with the “R” rated version. IMO!
With apologies to Lester Flatt and Earl Scruggs
Come and listen to a story about a man named Phil
His claims of Naval service were certainly a thrill,
Then one day he all his lies, they came to light,
He said he was exposed just out of spite.
Poser that is, Navy SEAL.
Well the first thing you know, Phil starts feeling all the heat,
He sets Paul up to take his place in the hot seat
Said “Paul, take them out, you know I have your back”
And like a good trooper, Paul took all the of flak.
Stalking, that is. Restraining orders, mental evals.
Well now it’s time to say goodbye to Paul at APL.
His plans of retribution ended up in Hell.
You’re all invited back again to laugh at this dumb schmuck
It looks like his sperm club wasn’t such good luck
Cross dresser he is. Set a spell, take your spandex off.
Y’all get yours, y’hear?
Hack – You are a lyrical genius!!
Okay, you need to cue up the Facts Of Life theme in your head.
He says the lies, he wears the pin,
He ends up getting exposed, again
The lies of Phil, the lies of Phil.
There’s a time to hold, a time to fold
But he’ll dump it all on Paul
The lies of Phil, the lies of Phil.
When the mil blogs expose
That Phil likes to pose
And suddenly you’re finding out
The lies of Phil are gonna to screw you.
Posting in the dead of night,
When you’re learning the lies of Phil. (Learning the lies of Phil)
Learning the lies of Phil (Learning the lies of Phil)
Learning the lies of Phil.
Pen & Ink Change:
When the mil blogs expose
That Phil likes to pose
And suddenly you’re finding out
The lies of Phil are gonna screw you
Hack Stone publishing regrets the error.
Slightly off topic, way back in the day, about 28 years and 70 pounds ago, I was a Publications NCO, and received a pen and ink change to a microfiche. Does anyone know how to enter a P&I change to a microfiche? You would need one hell of a point on that pen.
Hack I try to write something meaningful and poignant but after reading your posts you take all my thunder. I can’t write it better than you brother. Keep it up and I will have to say I love you like Julie. 😀
Well, I am my harshest critic, but as far as the Phil threads, I think the best posting is the career advice that TAH provided Paul on the last thread.
@ Valkyrie easy, easy I am a redneck, an Army vet and an Air Force vet. You hit me on two of three srtikes right across home plate. She wasn’t my sister but my 2nd cousin and I started AF stories with, “When I was in the Army you pussies would have…” 😀
@545 I agree. Loved them.
I would like to offer some advice to his wife.
If it was me, I’d take some of these Japanese Hornets and glue them to his scrotum while he’s sleeping. But that’s just me, you might choose to do something “mean”.
Sparks – Hunnie I grew up in Alabama, Tennessee and Georgia and was born in Florida. I say y’all and have a strong “southern twang” Oh, and I call everybody pet names doll ,sweets, baby and sugar. You aren’t going to get much more “Southern” than me. Except for the incest part. (that’s saved for special occasions) 😉
Just so you know we were an “incest free” zone in my whole family, even in the deep hills of North Carolina. Lost most of my twang being out west for 34 years but it still comes back when I talk to family back there. Ya’ll take care sweetie-pie. (sorry to use ya’ll in the singular)
I simply cannot believe that a mild-mannered, modest soul like Hack Stone can cook up stuff like that on a whim. I thought I was the only one in the world who did that. Nice to have such good company, too!
Have to see what I can do with “Yes, It Is” by the Beatles. I already did “Norwegian Forest Cat” for Mikey the Large and In Charge. Or maybe I could do something with “Smelly Cat”. Oh, the possibilities.