'Marge, Marge,' I said trying to use my well known reasonable sanity. but Marge replied, 'You should have notified me of this.' I said, 'Of what?' Marge had Flickertail spit in her hands while she put on her flying goggles and gloves and just ignored me as she spun the propeller to start her bi-plane. I said, 'Marge, please tell me what you're talking about?' She said, 'You stole the UP from us and then in 1926 got the Supreme Court to give you Merryman Island. After that all the Wisconsin men turned from being merry men and became cheese heads.' I said, 'Notify you, that happened before you or I were born, For the love of...' Before I could finish my sentence, she said, 'So Paula Love had a hand in this too. I'll teach her' and she loaded red hair dye on the plane, which I could tell was making Flickertail, sitting in the backseat, quite nervous. Marge then said, 'How do you expect me to make a comment without notifications?' and she flew off into the clouds to seed them with red hair dye. I must admit I somewhat lost my cool and sat down and wrote a letter to Marge.
Dear Marge,
I am totally crushed, quite despondent and have started a crusade against eating Wisconsin cheese (actually against extra sharp cheddar only, since many think this reasonable) because of your response without giving me prior notification. I'm now eating fudgesicles instead of popsicles because I'm so upset and of course this has caused me to give up beer and become addicted to Pepto Bismol. No no, don't even try to act innocent. I heard Bret Favre retired because you did not knit him a llama wool ski cap this year accusing him of being a cheese head. I heard him on ESPN telling this woeful yarn. Then it was reported you used a divining rod to send cloud dandruff to Indiana and put red dye in the clouds causing Paula Love's hair to turn pink. Photographs don't lie. The Michigan State Legislature finally finished their 8 year siesta and bean soup eating contests and has declared you a clear and present danger and is now putting up an electric fence down the middle of Lake Michigan powered by electric eels, so it is environmentally friendly, will save tax dollars and lessen the dependence on Brylcreem. All of this was caused by you and still you haven't responded to stop my posturing. My patience is running out, or maybe I just have the runs. Who knows?
With warm regards, Bill
The latest rumor I heard, from Deb in the middle of the thumb with her ear to the snow shovel, was that Marge had assembled an armada of row boats on the Lake Michigan shore to attack and take Muskegon for Wisconsin. I contacted my state rep, but he said, 'As long as our UP border is secure and she does not bring in extra sharp cheddar cheese, there is nothing I can or want to do beyond the steps we have already taken. I just want to rest and eat bean soup, so we can be merry men with an island to prove it.'Since Marge's only response to my letter was in some sort of code, I can only assume she is now in a rowboat in Lake Michigan.
Out of curiosity, I looked up the etymology of the word Wisconsin. The 'Wi' means they like to play games where they can act out actions with physical gestures. The 'S' means they own many of these games, which probably caused a Christmas shortage. The 'Con' is self explanatory, so hide your Popsicles and fudgesicles and the 'Sin' is in that of attacking Michigan. I think most of you will agree with me that Marge is a clear and present danger.




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I love these, Bill.
fun with my friend Marge, I do hope that she can
take a joke or two! hahaha
They could just go to my sledding photo parade I guess, but I'll make it simple on them.
Thanks for starting my morning out with a good laugh Bill. I owe you one, and I mean that literally. teehee
marge can get it back for me??
Though I am following you a lot so I am enjoying this piece the most. You have magnificiently managed this.
Your comments on my papa's article is exceptional. your understanding level is so good.
This is too funny. Did yo post it to La La Land. I'll feature it if you did. Funny. Every time I typed your name above, I typed Willma. DO you want to tell us something???
Flickertail is now running for President advocating spitshines and spitoons for everyone.
say...!!! what ever you like
:)
Guess I'm going to have to check out Paula's hair. I've been "out of the loop" for a while and need to get caught back up.
I hope she took some bean soup to eat and warm up. She can build a fire in her rowboat and heat the soup. OH, that wouldn't work. Maybe she can use one of the electric eels to zap her food. And if THAT doesn't work, I KNOW she has a new supply of popsicles as I fed exed her some last night when I got home.
your postings looked NAKED without it.... :)
(((((still searching the skies for my red hair from the clouds marge seeded)))))
how nice that we can all get along and have such fun... Blessings...
Mariana, I am also fond of Wisconsin. It is a very scenic state. The central and northern parts are about as beautiful as nature gets.
The kids and I took a bunch of back roads and I recall one scenic, narrow roadway overhung with tree branches. I can still see it clearly and that was in 1978 when we were there. We also went to a lot of the sites mentioned in the Laura Ingalls Wilder books and she had lived in Wisconsin also.
I have to revise my opinion on Marge totally. I'm coming over to pin war medals on her chest and vote for her as the next President.
I thought that the clouds looked a little reddish the other night.
Thanks for keeping us up to date with the real news.
By the way notifications are broken again. LOL
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> Muldoon lived alone in the Irish countryside with only a pet dog for
> company. One day the dog died, and Muldoon went to the parish priest and
> asked, 'Father, my dog is dead. Could ya' be saying' a mass for the poor
> creature?'
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> Father Patrick replied, "I'm afraid not; we cannot have services for an
> animal in the church. But there are some Baptists down the lane, and
> there's no tellin' what they believe. Maybe they'll do something for the
> creature."
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> Muldoon said, "I'll go right away Father. Do ya' think $5,000 is enough to
> donate to them for the service?"
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> Father Patrick exclaimed, "Sweet Mary, Mother of Jesus! Why didn't ya tell
> me the dog was Catholic?"
Have a great gather day!!!!!!!!!!!!