Admittedly, She's BAAAAACK!

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Yup, and she brought her L-130 Automatic John Deere Riding Mower back with her. Who knows what adventures they and this machine had together for the last week, while their yet-to-be-documented house-sitting, remodeling, foreign language speaking, work crew held down the home front.

And what's with that giant tent in their yard now? It beats me to hell all the shit they constantly haul onto their property! It's like living next to a cross-pollinated wrecking yard, flea market, and opium den.

Speaking of non-admissions, I obtained the following Request for Admissions from my attorney. The first two pages contain the statements I requested a long time ago that Lynda Allen and Theresa Brassey admit to:

Thes next two pages are the responses:

Notice the date of August 13, 2010 on the responses. It is now August 27, 2010 and the required verifications, signed by the defendants, have not yet appeared as promised two weeks ago. Either concious game-playing delay tactic, or pure, unconcious, second nature sloth and ineptitude.

What that means is, until verified, these responses are worth only what the paper would bring as recyclable wood fibers.

The attorney's say-so by itself ain't worth sh... "aving cream! Be nice and clean. Shave every day and you'll always look keen." (But we already knew that...) On the other hand, any statements ever made to me by the Ravaged Red BDG or the Mellow Yellow BDG - verbal or written, signed or sworn - have all been worth less than even wood fibers or an attorney's say-so.

Now that the Barefoot Dirty Girls are back from their big "cancer" scare, perhaps they will get back in the stirrups. (Or was that, saddle?) Oops.
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