That firey li'l Firebird didn'a write this'un HUG&C ya' sweet thang! So jis' incase that's what called ya' out of you coffin, ya' barkin' up tha' wrong tree agin' as usual, an' on a newbie too. tut tut. It was li'l ole me, I did An' thats all I's sayin' . I'zs was jis imitatin' you HUG&C me darlin' yes, HUG&C, 'cawse I'z missed ya' so much.
Now sweet—bad news is ya ‘ain’t gonna be nominated fer one ‘a them there emmies wit that performance-- But it ain’t all thorny news by far peach-- ‘cause in ma heart I’m personally givin ya majer props fer it. Imimitatin’s the highest form of flattery, ‘n I
knows ya ment it juss like so love!
P??? Nawwww! Yer reeeformed now, sweet. Yer still the ace in ma very special decka cards—P
I got me a deck--kinda like them serial killer decks but
not all psycho-morbid like that P—sheeew… nuh- uh! It juss ain’t ma style at all P. More like baseball style fer special cyber types--- I’ve growed fond of ya though P. Ya dun me proud ‘afore ‘n ya penetrated ma southern fried chicken skin.
City dwellin’ is one thang ‘n I might find me a longitude [don’t be tryin’ ta bust’ yer head on these fancy werd types fireterd] hair ‘er two misplaced ‘tween trees-- but truth be said, dumplin’,
there ain’t no barking up the wrong tree in a forest 'a like ones. It’s all the same ‘n ya just showed it true by replyin’ as the one of ma wantin' hun’— Glad as I am ya dun it ‘n paid such a special homage ta me---
I’m gonna bake a huckleberry pie in yer name-- sweet!
Don’t worry-- I knows who’s name ta evoke ‘cause I got me an inklin’ on who I’m engagin’ here pet—and that’s all
I’z sayin’--
Seagull Lover
Well now—that bein’ so-- git on up there and haul ‘er sorry butt outta that there geese formation then!
