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Clogged Blog - Into The Darkness
Sometimes it is Dark before the Dawn
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No one should Laugh at Life! That's Life's Job - Laughing at us.

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According to Chinese Horoscopes it is the YEAR OF THE TIGER! G-R-R-R


Here's a writer that will make you laugh! I swear she is Erma Brombeck reincarnated! Take a look!
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The Way of the Zern 
It's who we are. It's what we stare at in the middle of the night. It's a bug zapper.
by L.L. Zern
or at http://www.zippityzerns.com
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1.  Another Link in the LogsID #674457 
Posted: 11-2-2009 @ 10:57 pm EST 
Edited: 11-2-2009 @ 11:09 pm EST 

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The setting is the Heavens and the scene is set at a small cafe that serves only the best cappuccino, and at reasonable prices. A lone figure seated at an outdoor table sips her drink and watches the passersby. A tall authoritarian figure is seen marching up to the woman.

"Mother?"

"Yup. But please call me Mama T. All my boys do up here!"

The tall male figure shakes his head hard, side to side, just hoping he had not heard her call him one of her 'boys'.

"Um, Mother listen, there has been a development I'm afraid..." His voice trails off wondering how on Earth he is going to explain this situation to the holy woman.

"Bub, just spit it out plain and you will feel so much better." The woman giggles and sips.

Now she called him 'Bub'? If this got out, Gab would never let him live it down. It would be "Bub, there's someone knock, knock, knocking on Heaven's Door!" or "Hey Bub! I think this call is for you!" He really needed that with the stress of his job.

"Sit. Sit down. You want me to get a crick in my neck staring up at you? Sit, boy, sit!" She sounded like she was training a Springer Spaniel. Maybe if he asked Noah to talk to her. He had a way with unruly women. Must have been living on that ship so long with them. Taking a seat, tentatively, the Big Guy didn't appreciate slouchers on this job, he began again, modulating his voice to a deeper more serious tone.

"Mother, there has been a development down there, about you, rather, about your remains." He hoped he had put it delicately enough.

"Oh, you mean my dust? My ash? My ash and dust? Sounds like a tune my boys would play doesn't it? Ash and Dust. Kinda like the sound of that. I'll see if they like it when we get down later on. Oh, simmer down, I know all about it. Calcutta versus Albania. Both of em want squatters rights to my dust. Hmpf. Silly fight seems to me. I am dead you know?"

Since that seemed a rhetorical question, her companion let it slide.

"Yes, well the Big Guy isn't thrilled about out-house squabbles, so to speak. He would rather this all blew over. Wouldn't make good press if you understand me? Some others might use this as a wedge to get more, um, voters. I just wondered if you had any ideas on how we could eliminate this embarrassing situation?"

"Hm. You just gave me an idea. How's ole Ben doing on that wind machine he was working on?" The woman chuckled at an image of her last remains being blown away by unseen forces.

The man sighed, stood and knew that the report back to his Boss was not going to be an easy one to give. Maybe there was an opening for a barista here at Celestial Coffee Brew.

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I couldn't believe the story I had read. Two countries are currently claiming ownership of Mother T's remains. The country she was born in, Albania and the country that benefited for so long from her good works, India, Calcutta precisely. Tsk Tsk Tsk.
 


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