On Friday, April 24, 2015 at 4:44:12 PM UTC-4, Michael Pendragon wrote:
> On Friday, April 24, 2015 at 1:56:16 PM UTC-4, Julius W wrote:
> > On Friday, March 27, 2015 at 11:29:42 PM UTC-4, Michael Pendragon wrote:
> > > Inspired by a recent discussion of "bad poetry":
> > >
> > >
> > > ACADEMICALLY SPEAKING
> > >
> > >
> > > The critics who deem poesy fit for consumption
> > > by cardboard professors in jackets of tweed
> > > have fattened their rumps on long-bearded presumption
> > > that rhymed-metered verses are worthless indeed,
> > > and alliteration earns but condemnation
> > > from those whose vocation is grounded in prose,
> > > whose sole occupation's the morbid fixation
> > > on pimples that grow on the tip of their nose.
> > > With fustering antics and rampant semantics
> > > they revel in diction, their sole raison'detre,
> > > obsessive and manic these hopeless pedantics
> > > will fly in a panic from all things poet-
> > > ic, preferring pedestrian patterns of speech;
> > > for those who like poetry flow with its melody
> > > proving the adagy: "those who can't, teach."
> > > Prosaic mentality, deaf to tonality,
> > > abstract, instructive, denuded of charm
> > > reductive, redacted, and counterproductive
> > > to poetry crafted in classical form;
> > > they wax uninventively, anal retentive-
> > > ly, praising the laziness of modern cant,
> > > of liberal banality, formless formality
> > > diary entry and self-righteous rant.
> > > Thus clamor grammarians drawing comparisons
> > > 'twixt modern-day twaddle and classics of yore,
> > > bifocaled garrisons tooting their clarions
> > > touting the talentless their stock and store,
> > > rousingly babble with fine ten-cent prattle
> > > in perfectbound journals on coffee shop shelves
> > > where deaf to their clatter department store cattle
> > > just sip frappuccinos and chat 'mongst themselves.
> >
> > Those insensitive, fat bastids! Here's hoping they choke on their fraps!
> I'm betting they're closet "iliterates" [sic, as per PJR] as well.

Speaking fer myself, I ain't never been in no closet where illiteracy is concerned.

On Monday, February 27, 2023 at 5:56:51 PM UTC, Will Donkey wrote:
> On Friday, April 24, 2015 at 4:44:12 PM UTC-4, Michael Pendragon wrote:
> > On Friday, April 24, 2015 at 1:56:16 PM UTC-4, Julius W wrote:
> > > On Friday, March 27, 2015 at 11:29:42 PM UTC-4, Michael Pendragon wrote:
> > > > Inspired by a recent discussion of "bad poetry":
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > ACADEMICALLY SPEAKING
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > The critics who deem poesy fit for consumption
> > > > by cardboard professors in jackets of tweed
> > > > have fattened their rumps on long-bearded presumption
> > > > that rhymed-metered verses are worthless indeed,
> > > > and alliteration earns but condemnation
> > > > from those whose vocation is grounded in prose,
> > > > whose sole occupation's the morbid fixation
> > > > on pimples that grow on the tip of their nose.
> > > > With fustering antics and rampant semantics
> > > > they revel in diction, their sole raison'detre,
> > > > obsessive and manic these hopeless pedantics
> > > > will fly in a panic from all things poet-
> > > > ic, preferring pedestrian patterns of speech;
> > > > for those who like poetry flow with its melody
> > > > proving the adagy: "those who can't, teach."
> > > > Prosaic mentality, deaf to tonality,
> > > > abstract, instructive, denuded of charm
> > > > reductive, redacted, and counterproductive
> > > > to poetry crafted in classical form;
> > > > they wax uninventively, anal retentive-
> > > > ly, praising the laziness of modern cant,
> > > > of liberal banality, formless formality
> > > > diary entry and self-righteous rant.
> > > > Thus clamor grammarians drawing comparisons
> > > > 'twixt modern-day twaddle and classics of yore,
> > > > bifocaled garrisons tooting their clarions
> > > > touting the talentless their stock and store,
> > > > rousingly babble with fine ten-cent prattle
> > > > in perfectbound journals on coffee shop shelves
> > > > where deaf to their clatter department store cattle
> > > > just sip frappuccinos and chat 'mongst themselves.
> > >
> > > Those insensitive, fat bastids! Here's hoping they choke on their fraps!
> > I'm betting they're closet "iliterates" [sic, as per PJR] as well.
> Speaking fer myself, I ain't never been in no closet where illiteracy is concerned.
We don't think the shack even has a closet. Or a bathroom or a furnace or AC or carpeting or grass or electricity.

On Monday, February 27, 2023 at 2:42:46 PM UTC-5, NancyGene wrote:
> On Monday, February 27, 2023 at 5:56:51 PM UTC, Will Donkey wrote:
> > On Friday, April 24, 2015 at 4:44:12 PM UTC-4, Michael Pendragon wrote:
> > > On Friday, April 24, 2015 at 1:56:16 PM UTC-4, Julius W wrote:
> > > > On Friday, March 27, 2015 at 11:29:42 PM UTC-4, Michael Pendragon wrote:
> > > > > Inspired by a recent discussion of "bad poetry":
> > > > >
> > > > >
> > > > > ACADEMICALLY SPEAKING
> > > > >
> > > > >
> > > > > The critics who deem poesy fit for consumption
> > > > > by cardboard professors in jackets of tweed
> > > > > have fattened their rumps on long-bearded presumption
> > > > > that rhymed-metered verses are worthless indeed,
> > > > > and alliteration earns but condemnation
> > > > > from those whose vocation is grounded in prose,
> > > > > whose sole occupation's the morbid fixation
> > > > > on pimples that grow on the tip of their nose.
> > > > > With fustering antics and rampant semantics
> > > > > they revel in diction, their sole raison'detre,
> > > > > obsessive and manic these hopeless pedantics
> > > > > will fly in a panic from all things poet-
> > > > > ic, preferring pedestrian patterns of speech;
> > > > > for those who like poetry flow with its melody
> > > > > proving the adagy: "those who can't, teach."
> > > > > Prosaic mentality, deaf to tonality,
> > > > > abstract, instructive, denuded of charm
> > > > > reductive, redacted, and counterproductive
> > > > > to poetry crafted in classical form;
> > > > > they wax uninventively, anal retentive-
> > > > > ly, praising the laziness of modern cant,
> > > > > of liberal banality, formless formality
> > > > > diary entry and self-righteous rant.
> > > > > Thus clamor grammarians drawing comparisons
> > > > > 'twixt modern-day twaddle and classics of yore,
> > > > > bifocaled garrisons tooting their clarions
> > > > > touting the talentless their stock and store,
> > > > > rousingly babble with fine ten-cent prattle
> > > > > in perfectbound journals on coffee shop shelves
> > > > > where deaf to their clatter department store cattle
> > > > > just sip frappuccinos and chat 'mongst themselves.
> > > >
> > > > Those insensitive, fat bastids! Here's hoping they choke on their fraps!
> > > I'm betting they're closet "iliterates" [sic, as per PJR] as well.
> > Speaking fer myself, I ain't never been in no closet where illiteracy is concerned.
> We don't think the shack even has a closet. Or a bathroom or a furnace or AC or carpeting or grass or electricity.

Metaphorically speaking, one could make a case that it has each of those.

On Wednesday, March 8, 2023 at 7:50:12 PM UTC, George Dunce wrote:
> On Monday, February 27, 2023 at 2:42:46 PM UTC-5, NancyGene wrote:
> > On Monday, February 27, 2023 at 5:56:51 PM UTC, Will Donkey wrote:
> > > On Friday, April 24, 2015 at 4:44:12 PM UTC-4, Michael Pendragon wrote:
> > > > On Friday, April 24, 2015 at 1:56:16 PM UTC-4, Julius W wrote:
> > > > > On Friday, March 27, 2015 at 11:29:42 PM UTC-4, Michael Pendragon wrote:
> > > > > > Inspired by a recent discussion of "bad poetry":
> > > > > >
> > > > > >
> > > > > > ACADEMICALLY SPEAKING
> > > > > >
> > > > > >
> > > > > > The critics who deem poesy fit for consumption
> > > > > > by cardboard professors in jackets of tweed
> > > > > > have fattened their rumps on long-bearded presumption
> > > > > > that rhymed-metered verses are worthless indeed,
> > > > > > and alliteration earns but condemnation
> > > > > > from those whose vocation is grounded in prose,
> > > > > > whose sole occupation's the morbid fixation
> > > > > > on pimples that grow on the tip of their nose.
> > > > > > With fustering antics and rampant semantics
> > > > > > they revel in diction, their sole raison'detre,
> > > > > > obsessive and manic these hopeless pedantics
> > > > > > will fly in a panic from all things poet-
> > > > > > ic, preferring pedestrian patterns of speech;
> > > > > > for those who like poetry flow with its melody
> > > > > > proving the adagy: "those who can't, teach."
> > > > > > Prosaic mentality, deaf to tonality,
> > > > > > abstract, instructive, denuded of charm
> > > > > > reductive, redacted, and counterproductive
> > > > > > to poetry crafted in classical form;
> > > > > > they wax uninventively, anal retentive-
> > > > > > ly, praising the laziness of modern cant,
> > > > > > of liberal banality, formless formality
> > > > > > diary entry and self-righteous rant.
> > > > > > Thus clamor grammarians drawing comparisons
> > > > > > 'twixt modern-day twaddle and classics of yore,
> > > > > > bifocaled garrisons tooting their clarions
> > > > > > touting the talentless their stock and store,
> > > > > > rousingly babble with fine ten-cent prattle
> > > > > > in perfectbound journals on coffee shop shelves
> > > > > > where deaf to their clatter department store cattle
> > > > > > just sip frappuccinos and chat 'mongst themselves.
> > > > >
> > > > > Those insensitive, fat bastids! Here's hoping they choke on their fraps!
> > > > I'm betting they're closet "iliterates" [sic, as per PJR] as well.
> > > Speaking fer myself, I ain't never been in no closet where illiteracy is concerned.
> > We don't think the shack even has a closet. Or a bathroom or a furnace or AC or carpeting or grass or electricity.
> Metaphorically speaking, one could make a case that it has each of those.
The place doesn't even have a driveway. Why is it still owned by Mildred Dockery? Is it one of her haunts?

On Wednesday, March 8, 2023 at 3:00:10 PM UTC-5, NancyGene wrote:
> On Wednesday, March 8, 2023 at 7:50:12 PM UTC, George Dunce wrote:
> > On Monday, February 27, 2023 at 2:42:46 PM UTC-5, NancyGene wrote:
> > > On Monday, February 27, 2023 at 5:56:51 PM UTC, Will Donkey wrote:
> > > > On Friday, April 24, 2015 at 4:44:12 PM UTC-4, Michael Pendragon wrote:
> > > > > On Friday, April 24, 2015 at 1:56:16 PM UTC-4, Julius W wrote:
> > > > > > On Friday, March 27, 2015 at 11:29:42 PM UTC-4, Michael Pendragon wrote:
> > > > > > > Inspired by a recent discussion of "bad poetry":
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > > ACADEMICALLY SPEAKING
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > > The critics who deem poesy fit for consumption
> > > > > > > by cardboard professors in jackets of tweed
> > > > > > > have fattened their rumps on long-bearded presumption
> > > > > > > that rhymed-metered verses are worthless indeed,
> > > > > > > and alliteration earns but condemnation
> > > > > > > from those whose vocation is grounded in prose,
> > > > > > > whose sole occupation's the morbid fixation
> > > > > > > on pimples that grow on the tip of their nose.
> > > > > > > With fustering antics and rampant semantics
> > > > > > > they revel in diction, their sole raison'detre,
> > > > > > > obsessive and manic these hopeless pedantics
> > > > > > > will fly in a panic from all things poet-
> > > > > > > ic, preferring pedestrian patterns of speech;
> > > > > > > for those who like poetry flow with its melody
> > > > > > > proving the adagy: "those who can't, teach."
> > > > > > > Prosaic mentality, deaf to tonality,
> > > > > > > abstract, instructive, denuded of charm
> > > > > > > reductive, redacted, and counterproductive
> > > > > > > to poetry crafted in classical form;
> > > > > > > they wax uninventively, anal retentive-
> > > > > > > ly, praising the laziness of modern cant,
> > > > > > > of liberal banality, formless formality
> > > > > > > diary entry and self-righteous rant.
> > > > > > > Thus clamor grammarians drawing comparisons
> > > > > > > 'twixt modern-day twaddle and classics of yore,
> > > > > > > bifocaled garrisons tooting their clarions
> > > > > > > touting the talentless their stock and store,
> > > > > > > rousingly babble with fine ten-cent prattle
> > > > > > > in perfectbound journals on coffee shop shelves
> > > > > > > where deaf to their clatter department store cattle
> > > > > > > just sip frappuccinos and chat 'mongst themselves.
> > > > > >
> > > > > > Those insensitive, fat bastids! Here's hoping they choke on their fraps!
> > > > > I'm betting they're closet "iliterates" [sic, as per PJR] as well..
> > > > Speaking fer myself, I ain't never been in no closet where illiteracy is concerned.
> > > We don't think the shack even has a closet. Or a bathroom or a furnace or AC or carpeting or grass or electricity.
> > Metaphorically speaking, one could make a case that it has each of those.
> The place doesn't even have a driveway. Why is it still owned by Mildred Dockery? Is it one of her haunts?

It's a legal technicality. In order to transfer the ownership of the house, Will would have to have Mildred declared dead. And if Mildred were declared dead, Will would lose her social security check. The ironic twist is that if Will doesn't come up with the back taxes he owes, he'll lose both the house and the social security checks.

On Wednesday, March 8, 2023 at 10:16:15 PM UTC-5, George Dunce wrote:
> On Wednesday, March 8, 2023 at 3:00:10 PM UTC-5, NancyGene wrote:
> > On Wednesday, March 8, 2023 at 7:50:12 PM UTC, George Dunce wrote:
> > > On Monday, February 27, 2023 at 2:42:46 PM UTC-5, NancyGene wrote:
> > > > On Monday, February 27, 2023 at 5:56:51 PM UTC, Will Donkey wrote:
> > > > > On Friday, April 24, 2015 at 4:44:12 PM UTC-4, Michael Pendragon wrote:
> > > > > > On Friday, April 24, 2015 at 1:56:16 PM UTC-4, Julius W wrote:
> > > > > > > On Friday, March 27, 2015 at 11:29:42 PM UTC-4, Michael Pendragon wrote:
> > > > > > > > Inspired by a recent discussion of "bad poetry":
> > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > ACADEMICALLY SPEAKING
> > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > The critics who deem poesy fit for consumption
> > > > > > > > by cardboard professors in jackets of tweed
> > > > > > > > have fattened their rumps on long-bearded presumption
> > > > > > > > that rhymed-metered verses are worthless indeed,
> > > > > > > > and alliteration earns but condemnation
> > > > > > > > from those whose vocation is grounded in prose,
> > > > > > > > whose sole occupation's the morbid fixation
> > > > > > > > on pimples that grow on the tip of their nose.
> > > > > > > > With fustering antics and rampant semantics
> > > > > > > > they revel in diction, their sole raison'detre,
> > > > > > > > obsessive and manic these hopeless pedantics
> > > > > > > > will fly in a panic from all things poet-
> > > > > > > > ic, preferring pedestrian patterns of speech;
> > > > > > > > for those who like poetry flow with its melody
> > > > > > > > proving the adagy: "those who can't, teach."
> > > > > > > > Prosaic mentality, deaf to tonality,
> > > > > > > > abstract, instructive, denuded of charm
> > > > > > > > reductive, redacted, and counterproductive
> > > > > > > > to poetry crafted in classical form;
> > > > > > > > they wax uninventively, anal retentive-
> > > > > > > > ly, praising the laziness of modern cant,
> > > > > > > > of liberal banality, formless formality
> > > > > > > > diary entry and self-righteous rant.
> > > > > > > > Thus clamor grammarians drawing comparisons
> > > > > > > > 'twixt modern-day twaddle and classics of yore,
> > > > > > > > bifocaled garrisons tooting their clarions
> > > > > > > > touting the talentless their stock and store,
> > > > > > > > rousingly babble with fine ten-cent prattle
> > > > > > > > in perfectbound journals on coffee shop shelves
> > > > > > > > where deaf to their clatter department store cattle
> > > > > > > > just sip frappuccinos and chat 'mongst themselves.
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > > Those insensitive, fat bastids! Here's hoping they choke on their fraps!
> > > > > > I'm betting they're closet "iliterates" [sic, as per PJR] as well.
> > > > > Speaking fer myself, I ain't never been in no closet where illiteracy is concerned.
> > > > We don't think the shack even has a closet. Or a bathroom or a furnace or AC or carpeting or grass or electricity.
> > > Metaphorically speaking, one could make a case that it has each of those.
> > The place doesn't even have a driveway. Why is it still owned by Mildred Dockery? Is it one of her haunts?
> It's a legal technicality. In order to transfer the ownership of the house, Will would have to have Mildred declared dead. And if Mildred were declared dead, Will would lose her social security check. The ironic twist is that if Will doesn't come up with the back taxes he owes, he'll lose both the house and the social security checks.
>

Millie's alive an' well in the IRS files! Hee-haw!!!

On Thursday, March 9, 2023 at 8:45:31 AM UTC-5, Will Donkey wrote:
> On Wednesday, March 8, 2023 at 10:16:15 PM UTC-5, George Dunce wrote:
> > On Wednesday, March 8, 2023 at 3:00:10 PM UTC-5, NancyGene wrote:
> > > On Wednesday, March 8, 2023 at 7:50:12 PM UTC, George Dunce wrote:
> > > > On Monday, February 27, 2023 at 2:42:46 PM UTC-5, NancyGene wrote:
> > > > > On Monday, February 27, 2023 at 5:56:51 PM UTC, Will Donkey wrote:
> > > > > > On Friday, April 24, 2015 at 4:44:12 PM UTC-4, Michael Pendragon wrote:
> > > > > > > On Friday, April 24, 2015 at 1:56:16 PM UTC-4, Julius W wrote:
> > > > > > > > On Friday, March 27, 2015 at 11:29:42 PM UTC-4, Michael Pendragon wrote:
> > > > > > > > > Inspired by a recent discussion of "bad poetry":
> > > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > > ACADEMICALLY SPEAKING
> > > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > > The critics who deem poesy fit for consumption
> > > > > > > > > by cardboard professors in jackets of tweed
> > > > > > > > > have fattened their rumps on long-bearded presumption
> > > > > > > > > that rhymed-metered verses are worthless indeed,
> > > > > > > > > and alliteration earns but condemnation
> > > > > > > > > from those whose vocation is grounded in prose,
> > > > > > > > > whose sole occupation's the morbid fixation
> > > > > > > > > on pimples that grow on the tip of their nose.
> > > > > > > > > With fustering antics and rampant semantics
> > > > > > > > > they revel in diction, their sole raison'detre,
> > > > > > > > > obsessive and manic these hopeless pedantics
> > > > > > > > > will fly in a panic from all things poet-
> > > > > > > > > ic, preferring pedestrian patterns of speech;
> > > > > > > > > for those who like poetry flow with its melody
> > > > > > > > > proving the adagy: "those who can't, teach."
> > > > > > > > > Prosaic mentality, deaf to tonality,
> > > > > > > > > abstract, instructive, denuded of charm
> > > > > > > > > reductive, redacted, and counterproductive
> > > > > > > > > to poetry crafted in classical form;
> > > > > > > > > they wax uninventively, anal retentive-
> > > > > > > > > ly, praising the laziness of modern cant,
> > > > > > > > > of liberal banality, formless formality
> > > > > > > > > diary entry and self-righteous rant.
> > > > > > > > > Thus clamor grammarians drawing comparisons
> > > > > > > > > 'twixt modern-day twaddle and classics of yore,
> > > > > > > > > bifocaled garrisons tooting their clarions
> > > > > > > > > touting the talentless their stock and store,
> > > > > > > > > rousingly babble with fine ten-cent prattle
> > > > > > > > > in perfectbound journals on coffee shop shelves
> > > > > > > > > where deaf to their clatter department store cattle
> > > > > > > > > just sip frappuccinos and chat 'mongst themselves.
> > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > Those insensitive, fat bastids! Here's hoping they choke on their fraps!
> > > > > > > I'm betting they're closet "iliterates" [sic, as per PJR] as well.
> > > > > > Speaking fer myself, I ain't never been in no closet where illiteracy is concerned.
> > > > > We don't think the shack even has a closet. Or a bathroom or a furnace or AC or carpeting or grass or electricity.
> > > > Metaphorically speaking, one could make a case that it has each of those.
> > > The place doesn't even have a driveway. Why is it still owned by Mildred Dockery? Is it one of her haunts?
> > It's a legal technicality. In order to transfer the ownership of the house, Will would have to have Mildred declared dead. And if Mildred were declared dead, Will would lose her social security check. The ironic twist is that if Will doesn't come up with the back taxes he owes, he'll lose both the house and the social security checks.
> >
> Millie's alive an' well in the IRS files! Hee-haw!!!

Too bad you couldn't keep DirtNap's demise under wraps... or inside the Mayo jar until you reached the edge of the cliff.

On Friday, March 10, 2023 at 11:00:06 AM UTC-5, George Dunce wrote:
> On Thursday, March 9, 2023 at 8:45:31 AM UTC-5, Will Donkey wrote:
> > On Wednesday, March 8, 2023 at 10:16:15 PM UTC-5, George Dunce wrote:
> > > On Wednesday, March 8, 2023 at 3:00:10 PM UTC-5, NancyGene wrote:
> > > > On Wednesday, March 8, 2023 at 7:50:12 PM UTC, George Dunce wrote:
> > > > > On Monday, February 27, 2023 at 2:42:46 PM UTC-5, NancyGene wrote:
> > > > > > On Monday, February 27, 2023 at 5:56:51 PM UTC, Will Donkey wrote:
> > > > > > > On Friday, April 24, 2015 at 4:44:12 PM UTC-4, Michael Pendragon wrote:
> > > > > > > > On Friday, April 24, 2015 at 1:56:16 PM UTC-4, Julius W wrote:
> > > > > > > > > On Friday, March 27, 2015 at 11:29:42 PM UTC-4, Michael Pendragon wrote:
> > > > > > > > > > Inspired by a recent discussion of "bad poetry":
> > > > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > > > ACADEMICALLY SPEAKING
> > > > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > > > The critics who deem poesy fit for consumption
> > > > > > > > > > by cardboard professors in jackets of tweed
> > > > > > > > > > have fattened their rumps on long-bearded presumption
> > > > > > > > > > that rhymed-metered verses are worthless indeed,
> > > > > > > > > > and alliteration earns but condemnation
> > > > > > > > > > from those whose vocation is grounded in prose,
> > > > > > > > > > whose sole occupation's the morbid fixation
> > > > > > > > > > on pimples that grow on the tip of their nose.
> > > > > > > > > > With fustering antics and rampant semantics
> > > > > > > > > > they revel in diction, their sole raison'detre,
> > > > > > > > > > obsessive and manic these hopeless pedantics
> > > > > > > > > > will fly in a panic from all things poet-
> > > > > > > > > > ic, preferring pedestrian patterns of speech;
> > > > > > > > > > for those who like poetry flow with its melody
> > > > > > > > > > proving the adagy: "those who can't, teach."
> > > > > > > > > > Prosaic mentality, deaf to tonality,
> > > > > > > > > > abstract, instructive, denuded of charm
> > > > > > > > > > reductive, redacted, and counterproductive
> > > > > > > > > > to poetry crafted in classical form;
> > > > > > > > > > they wax uninventively, anal retentive-
> > > > > > > > > > ly, praising the laziness of modern cant,
> > > > > > > > > > of liberal banality, formless formality
> > > > > > > > > > diary entry and self-righteous rant.
> > > > > > > > > > Thus clamor grammarians drawing comparisons
> > > > > > > > > > 'twixt modern-day twaddle and classics of yore,
> > > > > > > > > > bifocaled garrisons tooting their clarions
> > > > > > > > > > touting the talentless their stock and store,
> > > > > > > > > > rousingly babble with fine ten-cent prattle
> > > > > > > > > > in perfectbound journals on coffee shop shelves
> > > > > > > > > > where deaf to their clatter department store cattle
> > > > > > > > > > just sip frappuccinos and chat 'mongst themselves.
> > > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > > Those insensitive, fat bastids! Here's hoping they choke on their fraps!
> > > > > > > > I'm betting they're closet "iliterates" [sic, as per PJR] as well.
> > > > > > > Speaking fer myself, I ain't never been in no closet where illiteracy is concerned.
> > > > > > We don't think the shack even has a closet. Or a bathroom or a furnace or AC or carpeting or grass or electricity.
> > > > > Metaphorically speaking, one could make a case that it has each of those.
> > > > The place doesn't even have a driveway. Why is it still owned by Mildred Dockery? Is it one of her haunts?
> > > It's a legal technicality. In order to transfer the ownership of the house, Will would have to have Mildred declared dead. And if Mildred were declared dead, Will would lose her social security check. The ironic twist is that if Will doesn't come up with the back taxes he owes, he'll lose both the house and the social security checks.
> > >
> > Millie's alive an' well in the IRS files! Hee-haw!!!
> Too bad you couldn't keep DirtNap's demise under wraps... or inside the Mayo jar until you reached the edge of the cliff.

I told the guverment that I died and that I'm DirtNap, so's I still gets his check.