The Sniper Wore a Starched Collar 
  

In the beginning, the threat was set 
  
and guided by a star called North er make that South --
  
the thousand mile journey began; 
  
destination,  Doo-Nanny. Target: 
  
Shadowville Will, lead crooner at Hog Bottom, 
  
best BBQ, flies and dust in town. 
  
  
  
At mile 707, a voice rang out 
  
as that sniper passed a sign 
  
 "Best Finger Picken, Drippin, Likken, BBQ in town" 
  
and that sign became a sign 
  
and the voice said: "Drop your long gun, 
  
pick up instead, a cardboard boxed, 
  
throw away movie camera, titled Kodak, and shoot 
  
your target with shaky hands through lens 
  
rather than scope and you will be greeted 
  
as friend rather than foe, even though Shadowville Will 
  
would have a chill, at first, who's on second?" 
  
  
  
And so it was, a video of grainy dust to dust grew 
  
as blood spilled, was forsaken 
  
 (except the poor pig, roasting on an open fire) 
  
and the journey home brought smiles 
  
to that sniper with starched collar, 
  
knowing an Angel waited with open arms 
  
and legs, keeping the last supper of mutton far away 
  
from thought,  but caution is sent to all: 
  
beware the sniper with starched collar, as he whispers 
  
'vengeance is mine sayeth me'... 
  
while taking a pee, poo then wipeth .

In the end, the man with the brain of a chin whisker,
was safe as the sniper in white collar, left some money,
some pot and went on home.
  
  
  
Praise Jesus (my landscaper).

On Tuesday, May 16, 2023 at 8:07:39 AM UTC-4, Edward Rochester Esq. wrote:
> The Sniper Wore a Starched Collar
>
>
> In the beginning, the threat was set
>
> and guided by a star called North er make that South --
>
> the thousand mile journey began;
>
> destination, Doo-Nanny. Target:
>
> Shadowville Will, lead crooner at Hog Bottom,
>
> best BBQ, flies and dust in town.
>
>
>
> At mile 707, a voice rang out
>
> as that sniper passed a sign
>
> "Best Finger Picken, Drippin, Likken, BBQ in town"
>
> and that sign became a sign
>
> and the voice said: "Drop your long gun,
>
> pick up instead, a cardboard boxed,
>
> throw away movie camera, titled Kodak, and shoot
>
> your target with shaky hands through lens
>
> rather than scope and you will be greeted
>
> as friend rather than foe, even though Shadowville Will
>
> would have a chill, at first, who's on second?"
>
>
>
> And so it was, a video of grainy dust to dust grew
>
> as blood spilled, was forsaken
>
> (except the poor pig, roasting on an open fire)
>
> and the journey home brought smiles
>
> to that sniper with starched collar,
>
> knowing an Angel waited with open arms
>
> and legs, keeping the last supper of mutton far away
>
> from thought, but caution is sent to all:
>
> beware the sniper with starched collar, as he whispers
>
> 'vengeance is mine sayeth me'...
>
> while taking a pee, poo then wipeth .
>
> In the end, the man with the brain of a chin whisker,
> was safe as the sniper in white collar, left some money,
> some pot and went on home.
>
>
>
> Praise Jesus (my landscaper).
------------------------------------------------------------------------------

On Tuesday, May 16, 2023 at 12:37:09 PM UTC, Edward Rochester Esq. wrote:
> On Tuesday, May 16, 2023 at 8:07:39 AM UTC-4, Edward Rochester Esq. wrote:
> > The Sniper Wore a Starched Collar
> >
> >
> > In the beginning, the threat was set
> >
> > and guided by a star called North er make that South --
> >
> > the thousand mile journey began;
> >
> > destination, Doo-Nanny. Target:
> >
> > Shadowville Will, lead crooner at Hog Bottom,
> >
> > best BBQ, flies and dust in town.
> >
> >
> >
> > At mile 707, a voice rang out
> >
> > as that sniper passed a sign
> >
> > "Best Finger Picken, Drippin, Likken, BBQ in town"
> >
> > and that sign became a sign
> >
> > and the voice said: "Drop your long gun,
> >
> > pick up instead, a cardboard boxed,
> >
> > throw away movie camera, titled Kodak, and shoot
> >
> > your target with shaky hands through lens
> >
> > rather than scope and you will be greeted
> >
> > as friend rather than foe, even though Shadowville Will
> >
> > would have a chill, at first, who's on second?"
> >
> >
> >
> > And so it was, a video of grainy dust to dust grew
> >
> > as blood spilled, was forsaken
> >
> > (except the poor pig, roasting on an open fire)
> >
> > and the journey home brought smiles
> >
> > to that sniper with starched collar,
> >
> > knowing an Angel waited with open arms
> >
> > and legs, keeping the last supper of mutton far away
> >
> > from thought, but caution is sent to all:
> >
> > beware the sniper with starched collar, as he whispers
> >
> > 'vengeance is mine sayeth me'...
> >
> > while taking a pee, poo then wipeth .
> >
> > In the end, the man with the brain of a chin whisker,
> > was safe as the sniper in white collar, left some money,
> > some pot and went on home.
> >
> >
> >
> > Praise Jesus (my landscaper).
> ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

It's a lie! According to Will Dockery, if a person hears voices, even as a religious experience (are you listening, Road to Damascus Paul?), he is crazy. However, crazy can still shoot straight.

On Tuesday, May 16, 2023 at 8:46:23 AM UTC-4, NancyGene wrote:
> On Tuesday, May 16, 2023 at 12:37:09 PM UTC, Edward Rochester Esq.. wrote:
> > On Tuesday, May 16, 2023 at 8:07:39 AM UTC-4, Edward Rochester Esq. wrote:
> > > The Sniper Wore a Starched Collar
> > >
> > >
> > > In the beginning, the threat was set
> > >
> > > and guided by a star called North er make that South --
> > >
> > > the thousand mile journey began;
> > >
> > > destination, Doo-Nanny. Target:
> > >
> > > Shadowville Will, lead crooner at Hog Bottom,
> > >
> > > best BBQ, flies and dust in town.
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > > At mile 707, a voice rang out
> > >
> > > as that sniper passed a sign
> > >
> > > "Best Finger Picken, Drippin, Likken, BBQ in town"
> > >
> > > and that sign became a sign
> > >
> > > and the voice said: "Drop your long gun,
> > >
> > > pick up instead, a cardboard boxed,
> > >
> > > throw away movie camera, titled Kodak, and shoot
> > >
> > > your target with shaky hands through lens
> > >
> > > rather than scope and you will be greeted
> > >
> > > as friend rather than foe, even though Shadowville Will
> > >
> > > would have a chill, at first, who's on second?"
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > > And so it was, a video of grainy dust to dust grew
> > >
> > > as blood spilled, was forsaken
> > >
> > > (except the poor pig, roasting on an open fire)
> > >
> > > and the journey home brought smiles
> > >
> > > to that sniper with starched collar,
> > >
> > > knowing an Angel waited with open arms
> > >
> > > and legs, keeping the last supper of mutton far away
> > >
> > > from thought, but caution is sent to all:
> > >
> > > beware the sniper with starched collar, as he whispers
> > >
> > > 'vengeance is mine sayeth me'...
> > >
> > > while taking a pee, poo then wipeth .
> > >
> > > In the end, the man with the brain of a chin whisker,
> > > was safe as the sniper in white collar, left some money,
> > > some pot and went on home.
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > > Praise Jesus (my landscaper).
> > ------------------------------------------------------------------------------
> It's a lie! According to Will Dockery, if a person hears voices, even as a religious experience (are you listening, Road to Damascus Paul?), he is crazy. However, crazy can still shoot straight.

Let me correct the record "Fuck Will Dockery"

On Tuesday, May 16, 2023 at 8:52:47 AM UTC-4, Edward Rochester Esq. wrote:
> On Tuesday, May 16, 2023 at 8:46:23 AM UTC-4, NancyGene wrote:
> > On Tuesday, May 16, 2023 at 12:37:09 PM UTC, Edward Rochester Esq. wrote:
> > > On Tuesday, May 16, 2023 at 8:07:39 AM UTC-4, Edward Rochester Esq. wrote:
> > > > The Sniper Wore a Starched Collar
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > In the beginning, the threat was set
> > > >
> > > > and guided by a star called North er make that South --
> > > >
> > > > the thousand mile journey began;
> > > >
> > > > destination, Doo-Nanny. Target:
> > > >
> > > > Shadowville Will, lead crooner at Hog Bottom,
> > > >
> > > > best BBQ, flies and dust in town.
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > At mile 707, a voice rang out
> > > >
> > > > as that sniper passed a sign
> > > >
> > > > "Best Finger Picken, Drippin, Likken, BBQ in town"
> > > >
> > > > and that sign became a sign
> > > >
> > > > and the voice said: "Drop your long gun,
> > > >
> > > > pick up instead, a cardboard boxed,
> > > >
> > > > throw away movie camera, titled Kodak, and shoot
> > > >
> > > > your target with shaky hands through lens
> > > >
> > > > rather than scope and you will be greeted
> > > >
> > > > as friend rather than foe, even though Shadowville Will
> > > >
> > > > would have a chill, at first, who's on second?"
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > And so it was, a video of grainy dust to dust grew
> > > >
> > > > as blood spilled, was forsaken
> > > >
> > > > (except the poor pig, roasting on an open fire)
> > > >
> > > > and the journey home brought smiles
> > > >
> > > > to that sniper with starched collar,
> > > >
> > > > knowing an Angel waited with open arms
> > > >
> > > > and legs, keeping the last supper of mutton far away
> > > >
> > > > from thought, but caution is sent to all:
> > > >
> > > > beware the sniper with starched collar, as he whispers
> > > >
> > > > 'vengeance is mine sayeth me'...
> > > >
> > > > while taking a pee, poo then wipeth .
> > > >
> > > > In the end, the man with the brain of a chin whisker,
> > > > was safe as the sniper in white collar, left some money,
> > > > some pot and went on home.
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > Praise Jesus (my landscaper).
> > > ------------------------------------------------------------------------------
> > It's a lie! According to Will Dockery, if a person hears voices, even as a religious experience (are you listening, Road to Damascus Paul?), he is crazy. However, crazy can still shoot straight.
> Let me correct the record "Fuck Will Dockery"

Nifty work, I loved
"'vengeance is mine sayeth me"...
consider it stolen

I hear voices...

On Tuesday, 16 May 2023 at 08:07:39 UTC-4, Edward Rochester Esq. wrote:
> The Sniper Wore a Starched Collar
>
>
> In the beginning, the threat was set
>
> and guided by a star called North er make that South --
>
> the thousand mile journey began;
>
> destination, Doo-Nanny. Target:
>
> Shadowville Will, lead crooner at Hog Bottom,
>
> best BBQ, flies and dust in town.
>
>
>
> At mile 707, a voice rang out
>
> as that sniper passed a sign
>
> "Best Finger Picken, Drippin, Likken, BBQ in town"
>
> and that sign became a sign
>
> and the voice said: "Drop your long gun,
>
> pick up instead, a cardboard boxed,
>
> throw away movie camera, titled Kodak, and shoot
>
> your target with shaky hands through lens
>
> rather than scope and you will be greeted
>
> as friend rather than foe, even though Shadowville Will
>
> would have a chill, at first, who's on second?"
>
>
>
> And so it was, a video of grainy dust to dust grew
>
> as blood spilled, was forsaken
>
> (except the poor pig, roasting on an open fire)
>
> and the journey home brought smiles
>
> to that sniper with starched collar,
>
> knowing an Angel waited with open arms
>
> and legs, keeping the last supper of mutton far away
>
> from thought, but caution is sent to all:
>
> beware the sniper with starched collar, as he whispers
>
> 'vengeance is mine sayeth me'...
>
> while taking a pee, poo then wipeth .
>
> In the end, the man with the brain of a chin whisker,
> was safe as the sniper in white collar, left some money,
> some pot and went on home.
>
>
>
> Praise Jesus (my landscaper).

Yes, the sniper went down to Georgia.
He scared the shit out of twitch. And he gave him money to make a video. And gave them some good smoke.

Twitch fucked him over on the video. Big surprise!!

Dance comes in to defend Q-Tip head/twitch.

Swill doesn’t refund money. Another ‘big surprise’!!

End of donkey story.

On Tuesday, May 16, 2023 at 7:48:14 PM UTC-4, ME wrote:
> On Tuesday, 16 May 2023 at 08:07:39 UTC-4, Edward Rochester Esq. wrote:
> > The Sniper Wore a Starched Collar
> >
> >
> > In the beginning, the threat was set
> >
> > and guided by a star called North er make that South --
> >
> > the thousand mile journey began;
> >
> > destination, Doo-Nanny. Target:
> >
> > Shadowville Will, lead crooner at Hog Bottom,
> >
> > best BBQ, flies and dust in town.
> >
> >
> >
> > At mile 707, a voice rang out
> >
> > as that sniper passed a sign
> >
> > "Best Finger Picken, Drippin, Likken, BBQ in town"
> >
> > and that sign became a sign
> >
> > and the voice said: "Drop your long gun,
> >
> > pick up instead, a cardboard boxed,
> >
> > throw away movie camera, titled Kodak, and shoot
> >
> > your target with shaky hands through lens
> >
> > rather than scope and you will be greeted
> >
> > as friend rather than foe, even though Shadowville Will
> >
> > would have a chill, at first, who's on second?"
> >
> >
> >
> > And so it was, a video of grainy dust to dust grew
> >
> > as blood spilled, was forsaken
> >
> > (except the poor pig, roasting on an open fire)
> >
> > and the journey home brought smiles
> >
> > to that sniper with starched collar,
> >
> > knowing an Angel waited with open arms
> >
> > and legs, keeping the last supper of mutton far away
> >
> > from thought, but caution is sent to all:
> >
> > beware the sniper with starched collar, as he whispers
> >
> > 'vengeance is mine sayeth me'...
> >
> > while taking a pee, poo then wipeth .
> >
> > In the end, the man with the brain of a chin whisker,
> > was safe as the sniper in white collar, left some money,
> > some pot and went on home.
> >
> >
> >
> > Praise Jesus (my landscaper).
> Yes, the sniper went down to Georgia.
> He scared the shit out of twitch. And he gave him money to make a video. And gave them some good smoke.
>
> Twitch fucked him over on the video. Big surprise!!
>
> Dance comes in to defend Q-Tip head/twitch.
>
> Swill doesn’t refund money. Another ‘big surprise’!!
>
> End of donkey story.

Did Donkey ever get the shit stains out of britches after having crapped himself on the Doo-Nanny stage?