Leprechaun Laughs # 293 for Saturday 03/28/15


Way to crash and burn me Mulder! Wing man of the Year material you ain’t. We’ll take more about you and Scully in a bit, but first I’ve got an issue to introduce.

No I’m not Impish too bloody right.

Impish had a family emergency and I’m covering for him.  If anyone were so inclined a little Prayer Warrior &/or Bead rubbing/ positive vibes type action would not be amiss. He should be back next weekend or you might possibly hear from him with some sort of update/advisory on his situation at some later point in the weekend.

Hate to be terse, uninformative and run but its after 11 PM CST this has to get uploaded by midnight and I really didn’t have any opening comments planned for this issue as I jumped it ahead in my cue at 10:30 and finished it in half an hour. Please for give any lack of polish or mistakes.

Mean while-

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Mr. Positive

There was a guy named John, who was the most positive guy in the whole world. Every time anyone said something negative, John would always say, “It could have been worse.”

One day, John’s coworkers all got together and decided to come up with a scenario so bad that John couldn’t say that it could have been worse.

When John arrived at work that day, one of his coworkers asked him, “John did you hear what happened to Sam last night?”

John replied, “No, what?”

The coworker replied, “When Sam got home last night, he found his wife in bed with another man. Sam shot the man, his wife, and then turned the gun on himself!”

John replied, “Well, it could have been worse.”

In disgust the coworker replied, “Now how could that have been any worse?”

John replied, “Because if it had been the night before, he would have shot me!


Two blonde prostitutes were riding around town with a sign on top of their car which said:

Two Prostitutes — $50.00

A policeman, seeing the sign, stopped them and told them they’d either have to remove the sign or go to jail.

Just at that time, another car passed with a sign saying:

Jesus Saves

One of the blondes asks the officer, “How come you don’t stop them?!”

“Well, that’s a little different,” the officer smiled. “Their sign pertains to religion.”

So the two ladies of the night frowned as they took their sign down and drove off.

The following day found the same police officer in the area when he noticed the same two blonde ladies driving around with a large sign on their car again.

Figuring he had an easy arrest, he began to catch up with them when he noticed the new sign which now read:

Two Fallen Angels Seeking Peter — $50.00


Sometimes its not about the meal itself but rather the accompaniments or condiments. Here are a couple quick easy ones that can make a plain meal stand out

Light Carrot-Ginger Dressing


Total Time: 10 min
Prep: 10 min
Yield: 1 cup
Level: Easy


1 medium carrot, roughly chopped
2 tablespoons chopped peeled ginger
1 teaspoon packed light brown sugar
2 tablespoons rice vinegar (not seasoned)
1 teaspoon fresh lemon juice
2 teaspoons low-sodium soy sauce
2 teaspoons sesame oil
Kosher salt


Put the carrot and 1 cup water in a small saucepan. Bring to a simmer over medium-low heat and cook until tender, about 15 minutes. Reserve 1/2 cup cooking liquid, then drain the carrot.
Puree the carrot and reserved cooking liquid in a blender until smooth. Add the ginger, brown sugar, vinegar, lemon juice, soy sauce, sesame oil and teaspoon salt; pulse until smooth.

No rice vinegar? Me either. I use about half the amount of white vinegar instead. Makes great condiment on most any steamed veg or salad. Not bad drizzled on Chicken or Salmon either.

Italian Salsa

Killer on a Italian Roast Beef and Provolone sandwich, Chicken/Pork cutlets or seafood.


8 piquante peppers, seeded and diced (recommended: Peppadew)
4 Roma tomatoes, seeded and small diced
1/3 cup minced red onion
1/4 cup chopped Italian parsley leaves
2 tablespoons capers, 1 tablespoon roughly chopped, 1 tablespoon whole
2 tablespoons piquante pepper juice
1 tablespoon minced garlic, about 2 cloves
1 tablespoon extra-virgin olive oil
1 teaspoon freshly cracked black pepper
Pinch kosher salt


Combine all the ingredients in a nonreactive bowl. Set aside and allow the flavors to marry.

RELAX!Piquante Peppers’ is essentially just a brand name for cherry peppers. You can usually find them in the store in the area of pickled veggies. Generally they come in red &/or green. Some makers mix them some segregate (much to the consternation of ACLU & So. Poverty Law Center Cooks everywhere). Can’t find them? Use pepperoncini peppers in their stead

Personally I use the green ones when making this because of the added color boost it gives. If your capers are the kind in salt as opposed to brine be sure to give them a quick rinse or omit the Kosher salt entirely.

The juice from the jar of peppers is as much about the vinegar in the brine and it is the heat in the juice. To make it a bit milder you can omit the juice and replace it with lemon juice or balsamic vinegar.

Lastly a grilled slice of EVOO brushed baguette rubbed post grilling with a garlic clove topped with an 1/8 thick slice of fresh farmers cheese or Queso Fresco/ Queso Blanco and some of this Italian salsa makes for killer hors d’oeuvres.



‘X-Files’ returning to Fox for six episodes

(CNN) Smoking Man, time to light another cigarette.

Fox announced Tuesday that “The X-Files,” the series about the paranormal that ran for nine seasons in the ’90s and early ’00s, is returning for a special six-episode “event.”

Stars David Duchovny and Gillian Anderson are both back to play Fox Mulder and Dana Scully, those FBI agents who always got a little too close to the truth.

” ‘The X-Files’ was not only a seminal show for both the studio and the network, it was a worldwide phenomenon that shaped pop culture — yet remained a true gem for the legions of fans who embraced it from the beginning. We’re ecstatic to give them the next thrilling chapter of Mulder and Scully they’ve been waiting for,” Fox executives Dana Walden and Gary Newman said in a statement.

Anderson wasted no time in tweeting the news.

    Mulder, it’s me. Are you ready? MT @MichaelAusiello XF Revival Official @DavidDuchovny & @GillianA Back for 6 New Eps http://t.co/qZi1v8RazZ

    — Gillian Anderson (@GillianA) March 24, 2015

    “The X-Files” concerned Mulder, an FBI agent who believes in paranormal phenomena, and Scully, who served as a check on his impulses. The series produced some memorable characters — particularly the Smoking Man, a key focal point of the series’ various conspiracy theories — and resulted in two movies.

    Vince Gilligan, who later created “Breaking Bad,” got his start on “The X-Files” and occasionally paid tribute to the show on his later series.

    Show creator Chris Carter, who will also oversee the new series, said he thought of the hiatus between 2002, when the “X-Files” went off the air, and this year as “a 13-year commercial break.”

    But the timing is perfect, he added in a statement.

    “The good news is the world has only gotten that much stranger, a perfect time to tell these six stories,” he said.

    No premiere date was announced.

    Monkey See Hear tell

    The Arnold Schwarzenegger Affair

    Arnold Schwarzenegger waited until after his term as governor of California ended to tell his wife that he had fathered a child with one of their “household staff” members — ten years before. She left him.

    With that, we offer this joke…

    Saying that he now has Total Recall, Arnold Schwarzenegger told his wife Maria Shriver that he was done telling True Lies, and gave her The Rundown. He promised that the household servant was positively his Last Action Hero. He said he had been taking care of Junior financially because the woman had refused his Eraser proposal. The Villain was just grateful she didn’t have Twins.

    By The 6th Day after her husband’s confession, Maria had embarked on The Long Goodbye toward the End of Days — “Who’s the Terminator now, bucko?” she said before slamming the door behind her.

    The governor’s mistress, referred to in reports only as “Red Sonja” (who attracted Ahnold in the first place by going Commando around the mansion), insists the governor was a Predator who was often in Red Heat around her. Still, she had to admit she enjoyed his favorite bedtime game, Around the World in 80 Days, and said the 63-year-old governor was still capable of Pumping Iron.

    Schwarzenegger’s reputation is in shambles, and he claims he has gotten a Raw Deal. He has become a Running Man who can’t seem to get anyone to answer his calls. His career in shambles, it seems the only job he qualifies for now is as a Kindergarten Cop.




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    The Sensitive Man

    A woman meets a man in a bar. They talk; they connect; they end up leaving together. They get back to his place, and as he shows her around his apartment, she notices that one wall of his bedroom is completely filled with soft, sweet, cuddly teddy bears. There are three shelves in the bedroom, with hundreds and hundreds of cute, cuddly teddy bears, carefully placed in rows covering the entire wall!

    It was obvious that he had taken quite some time to lovingly arrange them and she was immediately touched by the amount of thought he had put into organizing the display. There were small bears all along the bottom shelf, medium-sized bears covering the length of the middle shelf, and huge, enormous bears running all the way along the top shelf. She found it strange for an obviously masculine guy to have such a large a collection of Teddy Bears, but doesn’t mention this to him, and actually is quite impressed by his sensitive side.

    They share a bottle of wine and continue talking and, after a while, she finds herself thinking, “Oh my God! Maybe, this guy could be the one! Maybe he could be the future father my children?”

    She turns to him and kisses him lightly on the lips. He responds warmly. They continue to kiss, the passion builds, and he romantically lifts her in his arms and carries her into his bedroom where they rip off each other’s clothes and make hot, steamy love. She is so overwhelmed that she responds with more passion, more creativity, more heat than she has ever known.

    After an intense, explosive night of raw passion with this sensitive guy, they are lying there together in the afterglow. The woman rolls over, gently strokes his chest and asks coyly, “Well, how was it?”

    The guy gently smiles at her, strokes her cheek, looks deeply into her eyes, and says:

    “Help yourself to any prize from the middle shelf.”


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    What If Food Was Dirty and Sex Was Clean?

    All ya’ll best don your Gallagher Protection Ponchos and safety glasses before proceeding. I’m guessing Impish’s head exploded before he’s more than halfway through this next bit as his mind boggles then finally overloads.

    When you think of it, there are only two things you need to make people. You got to have sex. You got to have food. That’s it. You don’t need clothing, shelter, or TV. Okay, maybe TV, but otherwise, it’s sex and food. But for some reason, sex is “dirty”. Maybe God was a Republican. Somebody said, “All right, you want to propagate, go ahead, but only late at night, with all the doors closed, the lights off, the man on top — once a week, and that’s it.”

    But not only can you eat the charred decaying flesh of other major mammals, you can do it in broad daylight and invite all your friends to watch: “Hey, Chuck, why don’t you come over on Sunday? We’re going to kill a pig, cut him up, burn him, and eat him. Bring the kids. We’ll have a hell of a time.”

    What if they had been switched around? What if, through a simple twist of fate, sex was clean but food was dirty? Our entire culture would change. Food would become a four-letter word.

    When people got angry at you, they’d yell out “Oh yeah? Well, food you. Suck cheese you Popsicle slurper.”

    Punks in passing cars would flip you the fork.

    Flashers would have pizzas strapped to their chests. “Ohmigod. It’s a pepperoni.”

    Locker room talk would change. “Hey, man, how’d you do this weekend?” “Two burgers and a bag of fries. Crinkle cut.” “Ooooohhhhhhh, sweet!

    Garlic would be illegal in most Southern states.

    Supermarkets would check I.D.’s and charge admission to the poultry section.

    Frederick’s of Hollywood would feature peekaboo napkins and day-of-the-week paper plates.

    Foreplay would be listed as a menu selection.

    Vice squads would conduct raids on backyard barbecues. “All right, put down your meat. Just back away from the buns, mister.”

    Vegetarians would be prohibited from becoming teachers and a lot of them would move to the Bay Area.

    Hookers would become cooks. You’d be accosted on street corners by plump ladies in day-Glo aprons. “Hey, big boy, looking for a hot meal? Wanna crack some crab?”

    Fundamentalist Christians would make meat and potatoes a religious tenet.

    Many sexual positions would be found to be carcinogenic.

    Parents would tell their children not to play with their food or they’ll go blind.

    And most of all…

    Kids would remember the first time their mother caught them marinating.


    Tale of the IDIOT

    When last we left Impish he had just discovered that eating Tiamat’s worshipers was not unlike eating a bag of Cheetos, you always want just a few more.

    Just sent letter to Tiamat’s witnesses asking them to send more missionaries. Want to try new recipe Aunt Kayath gave me.

    Am thinking of trying vegetarian diet for a week or two to clean out the pipes. No ateding carnivores or omnivores. Aunt Kayath swears by it. She recommends elves only, but that seems a little extreme.

    Not looking forward to Enchanted Forest Board elections. Don’t like to lose. But not so sure winning is a win over the long run. Wish I could ated elf that nominated me again. Once wasn’t enough.

    Had door-to-door encyclopedia salesman today. Delicious. Wonder if ateding books too will make me smarter?

    Learned today that fire breath + head cold + sneeze = flaming snot napalm. Cat is fine but not going to forgive me soon.

    Cat is still VERY fluffy today. One little flaming snot incident and it’s big-tail city. You’d think I started the litter box on fire intentionally. It’s not like cat didn’t have time to get out of the way. Maybe if I fetch a fish…

    Learned another lesson about dragon colds. Toasted knights! They’re wonderful for your throat—scritchy outside and gooey inside. Oh and great with tomato soup.

    Stupid cold. Stupid fever. Woke up to find cat putting kettle on my forehead for tea. I’m not _that_ hot. Threatened to sneeze on litterbox again.

    Feeling much better. Have a craving for Tiamat’s witnesses. Perhaps I can stop in at the restau…church and pick up a six-pack.

    Cat talked me into flu shot. They used a HARPOON! No, literally, said the salvaged it from an old whaler just for dragons. Painful _and_ humiliating.

    Suppose it could have been worse. They could have used pointy-face horse horn.

    Cat is asleep on my head. Looks rather like a cute feline mohawk. Especially since cat’s blankie is a purple plushie. Not sparkly. Maybe fuzzy, fuzzy, fuzzy?

    Still a tiny bit sick. Was drinking iced tea and sneezed fire down the straw. Burned the tea on the bottom. Love the smoky flavor it created. Will do that again, only without the sneeze part.

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    Leprechaun Laughs # 291 for Wednesday 03/25/2015


    Good morning folks!

    Find yer selves a seat now right quick if ya would. ‘Tis a fairly full issue we have today and I’ve a lot of other work that needs me attention.

    <Lethal pauses a moment for things to settle>

    There ‘tis much better now, I thank ye kindly.

    So Impish, I suppose understandably, failed to make observance of last Friday being The Spring Equinox or for those of us given to observing the ‘uld ways’ Ostara. This year it was made especially remarkable by a lunar eclipse.

    Ginny and those of you in New England certainly came up with an interesting way of celebrating the First Day of Spring. Nothing quite says ‘SPRING!’ like 5 inches of flurries!


    Anyway, as I was saying, I like to get a photograph or 2 of eclipses when I can as they are rare and always make for dramatic photos. Here is one I took a couple years ago with Impish in it before he developed that damned “bakery on his back” addiction:

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    So I thought to get away and grab a quick snap or two of this one since its wasn’t that much of a jump from incarcerating ah umm… committing Impish to the Rehab/Deprograming facility. I was particularly excited because I had recently gotten a camera attachment for my telescope as a gift from Impish. Turns out his intention was to borrow the entire set up to go play Peeping Shutterbug Tom with during Spring Break (thanks for the idea pal it really works out quite well!). To say I was shocked when I got the picture is a bit of an understatement. See what I mean?


    Anyways lets light the fuse on this puppy shall we? More about Impish and his situation as well as Molly and her condition can be found in the issue. If you’ve not read the comments section of his Saturday Issue I recommend doing so as it might help to make some of the comments later in the issue a bit more clear (and funny)

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    Hypnosis Success

    A woman comes home and tells her husband, “Remember those headaches I’ve been having all these years? Well, they’re gone.”

    “No more headaches? How?”

    His wife replies, “Margie referred me to a hypnotist. He told me to stand in front of a mirror, stare at myself and repeat, ‘I do not have a headache, I do not have a headache, I do not have a headache.’ It worked! The headaches are all gone.”

    The husband replies, “Well, that’s wonderful.”

    His wife then says, “You know, you haven’t exactly been a ball of fire in the bedroom these last few years. Why don’t you go see the hypnotist and see if he can do anything for that?”

    The husband agrees to try it. Following his appointment, the husband comes home, rips off his clothes, picks up his wife, and carries her into the bedroom. He puts her on the bed and says, “Don’t move, I’ll be right back.”

    He goes into the bathroom and comes back a few minutes later, jumps into bed, and makes passionate love to his wife like never before.

    His wife says, “Wow! That was wonderful!”

    The husband says, “Don’t move! I’ll be right back.” He returns to the bathroom and then goes back to the bedroom, and round two is even better than the first time. The wife sits up and her head is spinning.

    Her husband again says, “Don’t move, I’ll be right back.” With that, he goes back into the bathroom.

    This time, his wife quietly follows him and there, in the bathroom, she sees him standing in front of the mirror, saying, “She’s not my wife. She’s not my wife. She’s not my wife.”



    Stephen Stills – Love The One You’re With


    Pleading Your Case to St. Peter

    A man arrives in Heaven and appears before St. Peter at the Pearly Gates.

    St. Peter looks over his paperwork. The guy looks OK, but he wants to be sure. “Have you ever done anything of particular merit?” St. Peter asks.

    “Well, I can think of one thing,” the man replies. “On a trip to the Black Hills out in South Dakota, I came upon a gang of high-testosterone bikers threatening a young woman. I warned them to leave her alone.”

    “That’s impressive,” the gatekeeper says. “Then what happened?”

    “Well, they wouldn’t back off, so I approached the largest and most heavily tattooed biker and smacked him on the head, kicked his bike over, ripped out his nose ring and threw it on the ground. I yelled, ‘Now back off, biker boy, or you’ll answer to me!‘”

    “That’s really brave,” St. Peter said, clearly impressed. “But I don’t have it in your paperwork. When did this happen?”

    “Let’s see,” the man says, looking at his watch. “About a minute and a half ago.”


    Geeze! Another “Dedicated to Something or Other”  Day! At least this one sort of makes sense! Anyway in honor of the rather recently  dedicated day devoted to celebration and enjoyment of J. R. R. Tolken’s works I have Purloined and Perverted a wee bit o’ Tolken’s arguably most famous prose thusly:

    One Leprechaun to run it all, One Dragon who finds them,
    One Blog to join them all and in Concentrism bind them
    In the WordPress where DragonLaffs hosts.


    Tolkien Reading Day is held on the 25th of March each year.

    It has been organized by the Tolkien Society since 2003 to encourage fans to celebrate and promote the life and works of J.R.R. Tolkien by reading favorite passages. We particularly encourage schools, museums and libraries to host their own Tolkien Reading Day events.

    Each year we also announce a Tolkien Reading Day theme. Keep an eye on our website for details.

    Why 25 March?

    The 25th of March is the date of the the downfall of the Lord of the Rings (Sauron) and the fall of Barad-dûr. It’s as simple as that!

    As the 25th is obviously a fixed date, we suggest that local events could be held on the weekend prior to then if that’s more convenient.


    Tolkien Reading Day began following an enquiry from Sean Kirst, a columnist of the The Post-Standard (a paper local to Syracuse, New York), in January 2002:

    My grandparents were fishing folk from Buckie in the north of Scotland, carriers of the old stories and legends, and the trilogy has filled a certain hole in my life. I have many friends here in New York who were equally moved by the book, reignited by the film, and we all wondered: is there any day devoted informally to readings from the trilogy, in the way that “Bloomsday” is devoted to Joyce?

    The committee liked the idea so much that they choose 25 March 2003 to be the first “Tolkien Reading Day”, and the rest, as they say, is history!


    Now if you’ll excuse me I have some old and dear friends to reacquaint myself with. Meet me at the Prancing Pony and I’ll buy you all a round!


    A group of women were at a seminar on how to live in a loving relationship with their husband. The women were asked, “How many of you love your husband?”  All the women raised their hands. Then they were asked, “When was the last time you told your husband you loved him?”  Some women answered today, a few yesterday, and some couldn’t
    remember.  The women then were told to take out their cell phones and
    text to their  husband: “I love you, sweetheart.”  The women then
    were instructed to exchange phones with another person, and to read
    aloud the text message they received, in response to their message.

    Below are 12 replies; some are hilarious. If you have been married for
    quite a while, you understand that these replies are a sign of true
    love….who else would reply in such a succinct and honest way?

    1. Who the hell is this?

    2. Eh, mother of my children, are you sick or what?

    3. Yeah, and I love you too. What’s wrong?

    4. What now? Did you crash the car again?

    5. I don’t understand what you mean?

    6. What the hell did you do now?

    8. Don’t beat about the bush, just tell me how much you need?

    9. Am I dreaming?

    10. If you don’t tell me who this message is actually for, someone will die.

    11. I thought we agreed you wouldn’t drink during the day.

    12. Your mother is coming to stay with us, isn’t she?

    Brings a real tug at the ol’ heart, doesn’t it?!


    The Late Shift

    A police officer, though scheduled for all night duty at the station, was relieved of duty early and arrived home four hours ahead of schedule, at 2:00 in the morning.

    Not wanting to wake his wife, he undressed in the dark, crept into the bedroom and started to climb into bed.

    Just then, his wife sleepily sat up and said, “Sweetie, would you go down to the all night drug store on the next block and get me some aspirin? I’ve got a splitting headache.”

    “Certainly, honey,” he said, and feeling his way across the dark room, he got dressed and walked over to the drug store.

    As he arrived, the pharmacist looked up in surprise, “Say,” said the druggist, “I know you — aren’t you a policeman? Officer Fenwick, right?”

    “Yeah, so?” said the officer.

    “Well, what the heck are you doing all dressed up like the Fire Chief?”


    News of the Weird


    HOUSTON – The great toilet paper debate is finally wrapping up thanks to a newly discovered patent.

    The original patent for toilet paper from 1891 resurfaced on the website Consumerist and solves the debate of whether the paper goes over the roll or under. Renderings show the paper in the “over” position, indicating the way the inventor intended for it to be used.



    Beef and Cheddar Casserole



    Total Time: 55 min
    Prep:5 min
    Inactive: 10 min
    Cook: 40 min
    Yield: 4 to 6 servings
    Level: Easy





    1 tablespoon extra-virgin olive oil, plus more for the baking dish
    Kosher salt
    3 cups wide egg noodles (about 5 ounces)
    1 1/2 cups sour cream
    1/2 cup freshly grated Parmesan
    12 ounces ground beef
    1 red bell pepper, seeded and chopped
    1 bunch scallions (white and green parts), finely chopped
    1 tablespoon tomato paste
    1 teaspoon Italian seasoning
    One 14 1/2-ounce can petite diced tomatoes
    2 cups grated Cheddar


    Preheat the oven to 425 degrees F. Oil a 2-quart baking dish.

    Bring a large pot of salted water to a boil. Add the noodles and cook to al dente according to the package directions. Drain and put in the prepared baking dish. Toss with the sour cream, Parmesan and 1/4 teaspoon salt.

    Meanwhile, heat the olive oil in a large skillet over medium-high heat. Add the ground beef and cook, stirring, until no longer pink, about 4 minutes. Add the bell peppers and scallions and cook until crisp-tender, about 3 minutes. Make a space in the pan, add the tomato paste and toast for a minute. Sprinkle with the Italian seasoning and 1/4 teaspoon salt.

    Add the diced tomatoes, stir and bring to a simmer. Cook until slightly thickened, about 2 minutes.

    Pour the beef mixture over the noodles and sprinkle with the grated Cheddar. Bake on the middle rack until the cheese is melted and the edges are bubbling, 15 to 20 minutes. Let stand for 10 minutes before serving.

    Cheesy Picante Mac & Beef

    This one-pot supper sports big flavors. Sautéed ground beef is stirred into shell pasta with a cheesy picante sauce to make a robust family dinner.



     Prep 5 min.

     Total 30 min.

     Serves 4


    What You’ll Need

    1 pound ground beef
    3 1/2 cups Beef Broth or Beef Stock (low sodium if possible)
    3 cups uncooked shell shaped pasta or 2 cups uncooked twist macaroni
    1 can (10 3/4 ounces) Campbell’s® Condensed Cheddar Cheese Soup
    1/2 cup Salsa or Picante Sauce (heat level of your preference)

    How to Make It

    • 1 Cook the beef in a 10-inch skillet over medium-high heat until it’s well browned, stirring often to separate meat. Pour off any fat.
    • 2 Stir the broth in the skillet and heat to a boil. Stir in the pasta. Reduce the heat to medium and cook for 10 minutes or until the pasta is tender, stirring often.
    • 3 Stir the soup and picante sauce in the skillet and cook until the mixture is hot and bubbling, stirring often.

    I find the unseasoned meat slightly bland for this dish so I season it with chili seasoning, taco seasoning or straight chili powder and a little cayenne. I also add green onions to the meat while its cooking and some fresh chopped cilantro at the end (leave on top as garnish or mix in for the color). If you need to stretch the dish so it serves 6 add a can of chili beans partially drained of sauce with the soup & picante.

    Finally this is a good dish for sliding cheaper than ground beef ground turkey past your family. Use the 85% lean dark meat add about 2 Tbls water to the pan while it cooks to keep it from drying out. Between the chili/taco seasoning and the beef broth they’ll never know it was healthier or cheaper just that it tastes good.

    Double Strawberry Muffins


    Prep Time:10 min
    Cook Time:15 min
    Yield:12 muffins



    • Cooking Spray
    • 1 1/2 cups  All Purpose Flour
    • 1 1/2 teaspoons baking powder
    • 1/4 teaspoon salt
    • 1/2 cup sugar
    • 1 large egg
    • 1/2 cup buttermilk
    • 1 teaspoon vanilla extract
    • 1 teaspoon finely grated lemon peel (optional)
    • 1/3 cup Canola Oil or Vegetable Oil
    • 1/4 cup Seedless Strawberry Jam
    • 3/4 cup fresh strawberries, diced


    1. HEAT oven to 375°F. Coat 12 muffin cups lightly with no-stick cooking spray. Or use paper or foil cupcake liners.

    2. COMBINE flour, baking powder, salt and sugar in medium bowl. Beat egg with buttermilk in small bowl. Stir in vanilla, lemon peel, oil and jam. Stir buttermilk mixture and diced strawberries into flour mixture just until blended. Divide mixture between prepared muffin cups.

    3. BAKE 15 to 18 minutes or until toothpick inserted in center comes out clean. Cool in pan 5 minutes. Serve warm.

    4. TIP: These muffins are best if baked just before serving. If made in advance, wrap in foil; heat 10 minutes at 300°F.



    The room was full of pregnant women with their partners. The Lamaze class was in full swing. The instructor was teaching the women how to breathe properly, and was telling the men how to give the necessary assurances to their partners at this stage of the pregnancy.

    She said, “Ladies, remember that exercise is good for you. Walking is especially beneficial. It strengthens the pelvic muscles and will make delivery that much easier!”

    She looked at the men in the room. “And gentlemen, remember. You’re in this together. It wouldn’t hurt you to go walking with your partner.”

    The room suddenly got very quiet as the men absorbed this information. Then a man at the back of the room slowly raised his hand.

    “Yes?” answered the teacher.

    “I was just wondering,” the man said. “Is it all right if she carries a golf bag while we walk?”



    Golf Confession

    Out on the golf course with his wife, the husband says, “Twenty years ago I had a brief affair. It meant nothing. I hope you can forgive me.”

    His wife was hurt but said, “Dearest, those days are long gone. What we have now is far more valuable. I forgive you.”

    They embraced and kissed, and everything was fine until they got to the seventeenth tee.

    As the husband was starting his back swing his wife blurted out, “I’m sorry darling, I’ve been so conscience-stricken since you told me your news. Since we’re being honest with each other, I have something to tell you also: 32 years ago I had a sex change operation. I was a man before I met you. I hope you can forgive me.”

    The husband froze at the top of his back swing, then threw a fit! He slammed the driver into the ground, kicked the ball into the woods, stormed off the tee, pushed the golf cart over on its side, broke the rest of his clubs one by one, then started on hers.

    He screamed and ranted, “You liar! You cheat! You despicable deceiver! How could you? I trusted you with all my heart and soul…and all these years you’ve been playing off the ladies tees!


    Not a lot new to report since Impish posted my last report on Saturday. Progress remains slower than Moly would have it, she continues to stubbornly push her boundaries and continues to pay for it in pain.

    Saturday was pretty much unremarkable. Near constant sometime heavy rain and oppressively overcast condition leant the day to books and mindless television.

    Sunday we both slept very late. Molly due to a 6 Am pain medication dose she usually tried avoiding but after a few hours in bed felt she needed badly and me because I’m still dealing with the aftermath of worrying over her and the toll its had on me.

    She’s currently most noticeably suffering from cabin fever not having been appreciably out of the house in a week.  She wanted to get out and to get ice cream and after her mentioning it several times I know I had to take action or she’d get it in her head to try driving and going out on her own. So we carefully loaded her and a dose of pain meds into the car and made a very short trip. We got our mail from of P.O. Box here at the Property Office and drove about a mile to Burger King, the closet place to get Molly an Ice Cream.

    She decided that BK smelled like a good lunch idea so I got us lunches and her ice cream. I noticed as soon as she got her drink she took her pain med. While she was insistent she wanted more fresh air and the pain wasn’t ‘so bad’ I could see different on her face and hear it in her breath. Until that ride neither of us had under stood how much of your core muscles were involved in driving or riding in a moving vehicle. Over her objections we came straight home, though in deference to her ‘fresh air needs’ I took the ‘long way home’ (which added maybe a 1/4 mile to the trip) and we ate the lunch in the unmoving vehicle parked in front of our apartment.

    Molly decided in retrospect post trip that cabin fever isn’t so bad after all and that she probably does need more healing time before driving. Her official first medically cleared drive is supposed to be to her Doctor’s visit on Thursday when we’ll learn more about what restrictions come off when and how her healing is progressing. Hopefully the Doctor will proscribe another pain med that will help her because these are about gone and possibly a bit much now. She’s avoiding them because they make her fuzzy and cause her to drop off at the blink of an eye lid.

    Since everything is going about as well as can be expected there probably will not be a Molly Report Saturday. Most likely anything new isn’t going to be earth shattering (thank the Almighty) and can therefore wait until next week.

    Thanks for all the continued well wishes thoughts prayers and the few eCards I have gotten for her from both Molly and meself.





    Blondes Ain’t Always Entirely Dumb

    Amy, a blonde Texas city girl, marries a Texas rancher.

    One morning, on his way out to check on the cows, the rancher says to Amy, “The artificial insemination man is coming over to impregnate one of our cows today. I drove a nail into the two-by-four just above the cow’s stall in the barn so you know which one it is. You show him where the cow is when he gets here, OK?”

    She says OK, and the rancher leaves for the fields.

    A few hours later, the artificial insemination man arrives and knocks on the front door, and Amy takes him down the barn. They walk along a long row of cows and when she sees the nail, she tells him, “This is the one: right here.”

    Terribly impressed by what he seemed to think was just another ditzy blonde, the man asks, “Tell me little lady, how did you know this is the cow to be bred?”

    “That’s simple,” she says pointing. “By the nail over its stall”

    Then the man asks, “What’s the nail for?”

    “Well,” she says as she turns to walk away, “I guess it’s to hang your pants on.”



    Originally I was set to run a joke in this spot that Impish beat me to on Saturday. you probably know the one, it started out:

    A London lawyer runs a stop sign and gets pulled over by an Irish

    Remember it? Yeah I thought so. Well when I first read his issue I was a little annoyed that I was losing two jokes as all I had left to do was find/figure out an Opening banner, then write a brief Molly Report and I was done with the issue. Fortunately I was able to locate two more jokes easily enough but when I came to this one I suddenly spotted the opportunity to hoist Impish on his own petard (btw if anyone really want to know what the phrase means and where it comes from you can found out here: http://www.thefreedictionary.com/hoisted+by+own+petard ).

    Impish in your opening you basically admit that you haven’t stopped eating pie(s), just slowed way down. In essence you’re taking the part of the London Lawyer. Well I’m playing the Irish cop. Right now you’re only in the intake ward. You’ve yet to be integrated to the Bat Shit Crazy Barracks at Lethal’s Addiction Boot Camp. That Hokey Pokey Clinic sign? Window dressing pure and simple. putting up a Purgatory for Addicts Deprograming  Boot Camp Center sign would have attracted too much attention, especially at a ‘Black Detention Center’ (well ok it’s actually my personal detention center so lets call it a ‘Green Detention Center’ shall we?).

    Ok I’m going to stop mid thought here. I just had a call from Impish at the facility. It’s the first call he’s made to me since arriving there (he’s allowed 1 call to me a day and only one). As per usual my comments appear like this and Impish’s comments appear like this.

    Lethal: You DO realize I’m going to use that Irish cop joke against you?

    You haven’t stopped doing pies- just slowed down. So consider rehab a no bruise because you’d get off on the whips & chain version of what the cop does to that Limey

    Impish: Let’s see. Do I want you to slow down or stop?

    (there is about a 5 second pause where Impish seems to be actually considering/weighing this)

    Impish: STOP!!!!!!!!

    Lethal: I’ll ask you that question in a weeks time after you’ve been in the care of both Col. Nathan Jessup & Gunny Hartman. Recognize them names? I want you cured and, since you’re resisting, I brought in only the best motivational heavy hitters to deal with your stubborn thick-headedness.

    Impish: Oh shit!  No really!!!! I’m cured!!!! I’m cured!!!!!

    Lethal: Scared straight huh? Might have been a whole lot more convincing if I hadn’t already read the issue before you called me. The Irish have a saying ‘Fool me once shame on you. Fool me twice shame on me!’ Well, I’m not about to get shamed! We’ll talk about how cured you are again in a week. Mean time- Enjoy Boot Camp!

    Impish: Aaaaarrrrrrgggggghhhhh!!!!!!!

    Lethal: You know that scream is the FIRST thing I’ve heard come out of you since you got back from Draconia I believe!


    Impish I have one more ‘motivational‘ surprise for you. That nearly a ton of meat I promised you would be arriving today

    Remember that little place on the mythic planes I took you a few times? The pocket dimension where the time differential is like 1:10? An hour here is like 10 hours there? We’ve gone for a literally quick day off a couple times or to get boat loads of work accomplished to catch up? Well I sent a few of your… shall we call them “fluffier’/more “Rubenesque” virgins with hearty appetites there for some time off.  I of course sent along everything they’d need with them including food abet all in the form of pies. I mean, hey if pies are good for the Gander, they should be good for the goose as well to turn the phrase right?

    I sent them when you had your first intervention because I figured on something like this happening. I’ve have been checking on them regularly and replenishing their pie stocks. They’ve been gone only four weeks of our time but that’s roughly 9 month effective time for them living on nothing but pies. In fact not ALL your pies blew up I had already moved some in anticipation of moving the girls so they have in effect been dining on YOUR pies, the exact same ones YOU’D horde and eat.

    OH! THAT REMINDS ME! That super secret pie manufacturing and storage facility you had hidden in that missile storage silo out in the Dakota Badlands?  You know, the one you had misleadingly named ‘Jersey Site 1’? Here’s a photo of it from yesterday:

    Impish NJ  Pie Storage Facility Image-1

    Now where we’re we? AH! YES! As I write this your ton of your favorite meat, err..those fresh back from vacation virgins are on their way to you now. I believe they were some of your favorites. Here’s a picture so you’ll recognize your ton of your favorite meat, err.. them:


    NOW IMPISH- Here is my version of a Col. Jessup “Code Red” so pay close attention!

    I have TWELVE more of your virgins clamoring for a vacation as long as you are gone. Am I sending them to the same place along with as much pie as they can eat and repeating this process until ALL your virgins look like these four, UNLESS YOU KICK YOUR PIE HABIT ONCE AND FOR ALL!

    I’ll leave you with a thought to ponder while you make your choice, I’ve got an issue to finish repairing and pies to order. Enjoy your reunion with your ton of your favorite meat, err… virgins!


    The Talking Parrot

    Impish went on down to Old Spring, Texas one Saturday night to see what was selling at Pot o’ Gold Auctions. Well, they had a parrot there that a rich lady was selling, and Impish kindly took a likin’ to the critter. When the auctioneer brought the bird around for bidding, Impish asked him, “Lethal, does that parrot really talk?”

    Lethal Leprechaun, the head of the auction house, assured Impish it could talk and furthermore, it was real smart.

    Impish made up his mind to buy it, pulling all $2,000 out of his savings account just in case. Well, the bidding commenced, and Impish jumped right in and stayed at it all the way.

    Several folks were bidding, but when the bids hit about $800, it settled down to a real mean contest between Impish and someone at the front of the room. Impish finally won the bid at $1,900 even, though he looked a bit pained as he walked to the auction office to pay for the thing.

    When he got ready to pay, Impish again asked the auctioneer, “Are you sure that parrot kin really talk, Lethal?”

    Lethal said, “Impish, I know that parrot bloody well talks right well, seein’ how ‘twas the bleeding parrot his self bidding against you.”



    Since Impish and I make reference to them often enough I thought I occasionally post a candid of one of our key staff members.


    This is Wednesday the middle one of the infamous 5 sisters named for days of the week that work for us. You can generally find her At the reception desk in the main lobby. When not directing people to their destination and announcing them Wednesday is an apprentice Valkyrie.



    Tale of the IDIOT

    Having one of _those_ days. First, stupid pointy face horse pooped rainbows all over front lawn. Then Caveowners Association came by and complained about rainbows. Ended up flaming lawn & ateding CA rep. Cat applauded both.

    Fafnir, Fafnir, Bahamut, & Lung, dragons at law offered job again, also help with Enchanted Forest Board election. They “like” the idea of dragon lawyer in government. Who died & left me all this respectability? Seriously missing old lone wolf rampaging dragon image. Maybe need to burn down a couple of castles and carry off some maidens.

    In effort to shed growing aura of respectability purchased world’s largest set of motorcycle leathers and painted Hell’s Dragon’s logo on back. Pretty spiffy actually.

    Cat is sleeping on MY leather jacket. Would yank it loose if cat didn’t look sooo cute snuggled in D of Hell’s Dragons logo. Sigh.

    Strange day. I seem to have acquired a valet. Werewolf named Weasley “volunteered.” I’ll probably ated him in the morning.

    New valet, Crusher Weasley, laid out leathers ever so nicely this morning. Decided not to ated him. Most likely ated him _tomorrow_ morning. Or perhaps the morning after that.

    New valet, Weasley, is really working out, though he has some very fixed ideas about wardrobe. Thinks I should ditch new boater. Maybe I should ated him in the morning.

    Summer is passing so quickly. I feel like there are million and one people I wanted to ated but haven’t had the time. Sigh.

    Saw my first knight in ages He: Foul wyrm, blah, blah, blah…smiting Me: SNACKIES! crunch, crunch, crunch…ateding. Win Dragon!

    Cat got me a cake with a princess in it. Ated princess when she jumped out. Then ated cake. Also, cake stand.

    This valet thing completely rules. Weasley has started bringing me a bucket of martinis on silver platter right after dinner,plus small jigger of gin and tuna oil for cat. Sooo not going to ated him in the morning.

    How did it get to be fall? Stupid Enchanted Forest Board elections coming up fast and cat says I need to stop ateding constituents for the duration. Humph!

    Tiamat’s witnesses came by again. Am starting to think there’s something to this dragon worship thing. Of course, they have wrong dragon, so I ated them. After, cat pointed out they might have been voters. So I pointed out they were door knockers and also delicious. Cat agreed that was probably more important.

    Hmm…wonder if Queen Tiamat has seen Impish’s Diary? Bet fearing for his life would get Impish’s mind off pies!


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    Dragon Laffs #1428


    Where am I?

    It’s dark again. 

    I have memories of a laptop and then darkness and then horrible dreams and then a laptop again.

    I don’t know where I am, but I know that that Leprechaun put me here…and after I told him I was cured.

    So what, if there was a few pies lying around?

    So what, if I had a couple stashed here and there?

    I’m not an addict!  I can quit anytime.



    I remember flashes

    There is evilness


    And that crazy doctor who wanted me to sing with him was there….


    A couple of different times…


    It’s all so weird.  And I know, when the light comes back, and I can type on the laptop again, I’ll have to try and be funny….but….it’s not very funny right now.
    I’m afraid there is an evil pastry chef somewhere right now…

    baking me an evil pie, that I will try to eat and it will eat me, after squeezing me to death first…


    Here comes the light again. 

    I need to finish this writing so all my friends and fellow campers will still know I’m alive, even if they don’t know where to find me…

    So please…




    Let’s start today off with a video that Ginny and Paul found funny…I’ll bet you will, too.


    Must be New Jersey Roaches…


    A London lawyer runs a stop sign and gets pulled over by an Irish Cop. He thinks that he is much smarter than any cop because he is a Lawyer from LONDON , and is certain that he has a better education Than any Irish cop. He decides to prove this to himself and have some Fun at the cop’s expense!
      Irish cop says, “License and registration, please.”
      London Lawyer says, “What for?”
      Irish cop says, “Ye didn’t come to a complete stop at the stop Sign.”
      London Lawyer says, “I slowed down, and no one was coming.”
      Irish cop says, “Ye still didn’t come to a complete stop. License And registration, please, sir.”
      London Lawyer says, “What’s the bloody difference?”
      Irish cop says, “The difference is, the sign says stop, not slow Down, so, ye have te come to a complete stop, that’s the law. License And registration, please!”
      London Lawyer says, “If you can show me the legal difference between Slow down and stop, I’ll give you my license and registration and you Give me the ticket. If not, you let me go and don’t give me the
      Irish cop says, “Sounds fair enough, please exit your vehicle, sir.”
      The London Lawyer exits his vehicle.
      The Irish cop takes out his baton and starts beating the living shit Out of the lawyer and says, “Now, ye English arsehole, do ye want me To stop, completely, or just fookin slow down?”




    This is an outstanding video.  It shows the inequality of pay and the fact that even monkeys get it when it isn’t fair

    This reminds me of the old experiment ….

    Five monkeys are in a cage.  At the top of a set of steps is a banana.  Every time one of the monkeys climbs the steps to get to the banana, all the other monkeys are sprayed with cold water from a hose.  It very quickly reaches a point where any time a monkey goes for the steps, the other four monkeys beat the living daylights out of him.

    Next, we remove one monkey and put a new one in the cage.  He doesn’t know anything about the cold water, so he makes a move for the steps and all the other monkeys beat him up before anything can happen.  He doesn’t understand it, but learns his lesson quickly.

    Then, we remove another of the original monkeys from the cage and replace him with a new monkey.  The new monkey makes a move for the stairs and the other four beat him up, including the last monkey who has no idea why he’s beating up the new monkey.  Once the second monkey learns his lesson, we repeat the experiment with another new monkey until all five of the original monkeys are replaced.

    Now, when a new monkey enters the cage, the other four beat the hell out of him.  None of these monkeys have been sprayed with water, none of them understand why they are getting beaten up, but all of them participate in the beating of the new guy.

    And that, boys and girls, is how the government works.  All of them doing what they’re doing, even when it makes no sense, because that’s the way we’ve always done it in the past.




    Okay, so I guess this is just video day…this next one is CRAZY!!!!!!!


    Dragon Pic Green


    This is my evil little brother…on my dragon side.  (I also have a wolf and an owl as brothers, on my mythological sides).  I’d tell you his name, but to mention it is to invoke his presence.


    Now that they are retired, my mother and father were discussing all aspects of their future. “What will you do if I die before you do?” Dad asked Mom.
    After some thought, Mom said that she’d probably look for a house-sharing situation with three other single or widowed women who might be a little younger than herself, since she is so active for her age.
    Then Mom asked Dad, “What will you do if I die first?”
    He replied, “Probably the same thing.”



    Dear Tech Support,
    Last year I upgraded from Boyfriend 5.0 to Husband 1.0 and noticed a distinct slow down in overall system performance, particularly in the flower and jewelry applications, which operated flawlessly under Boyfriend 5.0.
    In addition, Husband 1.0 uninstalled many other valuable programs, such as Romance 9.5 and Personal Attention 6.5, and installed undesirable programs such as NBA 5.0, NFL 3.0 and Golf Clubs 4.1.
    Conversation 8.0 no longer runs and Housecleaning 2.6 simply crashes the system. Please note that I have tried running Nagging 5.3 to fix these problems, but to no avail. What can I do?
    Dear Desperate,
    First, keep in mind that Boyfriend 5.0 is an entertainment package while Husband 1.0 is an operating system. Please enter the command: “I thought you loved me.html”, download Tears 6.2 and be sure to install the Guilt 3.0 update. If those applications work as they were designed, Husband 1.0 should then automatically run the applications Jewelry 2.0 and Flowers 3.5.
    However, please remember that overuse of the above applications may cause Husband 1.0 to default to Grumpy Silence 2.5, Happy Hour 7.0 or Beer 6.1. Please note that Beer 6.1 is a risky application that may download the Snoring Loudly Beta program.
    Whatever you do, DO NOT, under any circumstances, install Mother-In-Law 1.0 (it runs a virus in the background that will eventually seize control of all your system resources.)
    In addition, please do not attempt to reinstall Boyfriend 5.0 while on Husband 1.0. This program is unsupported and will crash the system.
    In summary, Husband 1.0 is a great program, but does have limited memory and doesn’t learn new applications quickly. You may consider running additional software to improve both memory and performance of the system. We recommend Cooking 3.0 and Hot_Lingerie 7.7.
    Tech Support



    She was standing in the kitchen, preparing our usual
    soft-boiled eggs and toast for breakfast,
    wearing only The ‘T’ shirt that she normally slept in.

    As I walked in, almost awake, she turned to me and said softly,
    “You’ve got to make love to me this very moment!”

    My eyes lit up and I thought, “I am either still dreaming or
    this is going to be my lucky day!” Not wanting to lose the moment,
    I embraced her and then Gave it my all; right there on the kitchen table.

    Afterwards she said, “Thanks,” and returned to the stove,
    her T-shirt still around her neck.

    Happy, but a little puzzled, I asked, “What was that all about?” 

    She explained, “The egg timer’s broken.”



    Since we’re on a video kick, let’s add another one…that’s just for fun!




    Would you believe our Mechanical Drawing/Drafting Instructor?


    Our co-worker kept trying to get her mother to fly out for a visit. “No way am I getting on an airplane,” was the inevitable answer. 

    “Look, Mom, when it’s your time to go, it doesn’t matter if you’re on the ground or in the air.”

    “I know,” said her mother. “I just don’t want to be that far off the ground when it’s
    the pilot’s time to go.”




    I have the distinguished honor of being on the Committee to raise $50,000,000 for a monument to Hillary R. Clinton.  We originally wanted to put her on Mt. Rushmore, until we discovered there was not enough room for two more faces.

    We then decided to erect a statue of Hillary in the Washington, D.C. Hall of Fame. We were in a quandary as to where the statue should be placed.  It was not proper to place it beside the statue of George Washington, who never told a lie, or beside her husband William J. Clinton, who never told the truth, since Hillary could never tell the difference.

    We finally decided to place it beside Christopher Columbus, the greatest Democrat of them all.  He left not knowing where he was going, and when he got there he did not know where he was.  He returned not knowing where he had been, and did it all on someone else’s money.

    Thank you,
    Hillary R. Clinton Monument Committee

    p.s. The Committee has raised $.16 so far.




    There are only 11 times in history where the 4 letter word “F…” has been considered acceptable for use. They are as follows:
    11. “Where the f… is all this snow coming from?”   — Hundreds of People, Buffalo, NY, 2014


    10. “What the f… do you mean, we are sinking?”  — Capt. E.J. Smith of RMS Titanic, 1912
    9. “What the f… was that?”   — Mayor Of Hiroshima, 1945    
    8. “Where did all those f…ing Indians come from?”   — Custer, 1877
    7. “Any f…ing idiot could understand that.”   — Einstein, 1938
    6. “It does so f…ing look like her!”   — Picasso, 1926
    5. “How the f… did you work that out?”   — Pythagoras, 126 BC
    4. “You want WHAT on the f…ing ceiling?”   — Michelangelo, 1566
    3. “Where the f… are we?”   — Amelia Earhart, 1937
    2. “Scattered f…ing showers, my ass!”   — Noah, 4314 BC
    1. “Aw c’mon. Who the f… is going to find out?”   — Bill Clinton, 1998




    Yes, it’s a geek joke.



    Famous Last Words

    holy carp

    Holy Fing Wow

    Holy S

    Holy S2

    Just a start to the whole Holy Shit…. run.  Tune in next week for the continuation.


    Sure, and why not another video?





    Is it wrong of me to really, really, really want to know what this cat is leaping after?  Whatever it is, it’s moving back and forth across the room.



    Good dog!  Get the ball!  Get the ball!



    How Elsie the cow appears in my nightmares. 


    PUBLISHED by catsmob.com

    You’ve seen the coffee mugs that say, “Sometimes The Best Part of My Job is that the Chair Spins”?  That’s definitely what’s going on here.



    “Oh my gawd!  And you have the NERVE to complain about my litter box!”




    Barack Obama steps out onto the White House lawn in the dead of winter. Right in front of him, on the White House lawn, he sees “OBAMA IS AN ASSHOLE” written in urine across the snow.

    Needless to say, “O” is pretty upset. He storms into Valerie Jarrett’s office and yells, “Somebody wrote an insult in the snow on the front lawn! And they wrote it in urine! That SOB had to be standing right on the porch when he did it! Where was the Secret Service?”
    Valerie, for once, stays silent and stares ashamedly at the floor. Barack yells, “Well, don’t just sit there! Get out and FIND OUT WHO DID IT! I want an answer, and I want it TONIGHT!”
    Valerie immediately jumps up and races for the exit. Later that evening,Valerie approaches him and says, “Well Mr. President, I have some bad news, and I have some REALLY bad news. Which do you want first?”
    Obama says, “Give me the bad news first.”
    Valerie says, “Well, I took a sample of the urine and had it tested. The results just came back, and it was…Joe Biden’s urine.”
    Obama says, “Oh my god, I feel so… so betrayed! My own vice president! Well, what’s the really bad news?”
    Valerie shifts uneasily and haltingly replies, “Uhhhh, it’s in Michelle’s handwriting.”





    Today’s Last Word is going to be a couple of medical updates.  First, from Lethal Leprechaun:


    Friday 3/20-
    Each day, it seems, takes Molly 2 steps forward but one step back. I don’t want to say she’s impatient because she’s disproved that daily by living with me. Lord only knows just how much patience that requires. However, that being said, Molly could well  make a damned fine career out of pushing her boundaries and limits if she could only figure out how to get paid for it. Case in point: She’s been subject to several low grade fevers of short duration which seem to occur (according to her) without rhyme or reason. Personally I suspect they occur when she’s pushed herself a bit too far.
    All the lab work from the samples collected during Molly’s procedure are finally back. No surprises, no new news really, just pretty much confirmation of everything the Doctor said in her post procedure family briefing. Molly will see the Doctor for the first time since her procedure next Thursday where she expects to get a better idea of her length of force home recuperation. Her employer and her boss have been phenomenal about the entire situation and Molly has managed about 1/2 a days work (and in it accomplishing more than the rest of the company in a full day from the office) from home everyday since Monday despite the Doctor’s instructions not to start back at it until yesterday. When ever I see her getting too tired I simply text her boss and he instructs her to go rest then locks her out of their system for 4 hours to force compliance. I don’t think she’s caught on yet that I’m snitching to him. Also I have as yet not hard lined her into our home network which means her business Lap Top is very slow up and downloading  large files. This requires her to take periodic breaks while things up or download.
    I do have to admit in her defense,  its pretty hard for her to rest and nap successfully when for 3 days there has been the almighty din of jackhammers, sledge hammers and other noise directly
    outside our apartment because they are working on the foundation to combat it’s settling and the associated problems that causes. We’ll not even begin to discuss the problem that daily 8 to 5 water shut off because of all this represents. Try telling a convalescing patient they can’t use the bathroom when they need it, especially when their doctor is tracking that very thing. Every night its bucket and jug brigade in the guest bathroom tub & I have to watch to make sure Molly doesn’t try lifting them (She’s not allowed to lift more than a gallon of milk weighs which is roughly 8#), I know she’ll try because for some annoying dumb assed reason she feels guilty about my having to take care of her and help her.
    In an attempt to slow her down, do less and get her to rest/nap more, yesterday I was forced to sic Ninja Kitty Chieftess Chai on her. I guess I should have been a wee bit more specific than simply telling Chai to go sit on her when I was annoyed learning that while I was in the shower Molly had scooped cat litter and gotten rid of the trash herself, because shortly after giving Chai the assignment I received this picture from Molly asking if I was responsible her her new minder:


    As you can see my instruction was interpreted quite literally, though most of Chai is on the arm of the chair as Molly’s abdomen is still extremely painful. I figured that my attempt at slowing Molly down by attaching a cat to her was a total loss at this point, especially in light of the photo I got about 5 minutes later. Little did I know Chai had an extremely sneaky and devious plan concealed behind those blue eyes:


    It seems when Chai’s “Mommy we need a nap” gaze failed she resorted to swiping at the hands on the keyboard with the big paw. When Molly would have none of it Chai apparently called for reinforcements in the form of her Mother SC who prefers sleeping on top of the back of the recliner with her head hanging beside Molly’s. Both cats then proceeded to go to sleep themselves, while purring loudly, contentedly and in counterpoint harmony.  I’m guessing there was some sort of subliminal message encoded into the purrs, because shortly after receiving the second photo, I went from my office towards the kitchen to get (surprise) more coffee. Molly’s work lap top was safely stowed and the living room lights were off. She was barely able to rouse herself at the sound of my bemused chuckle to tell me “You suck!” not expecting that I asked why she felt/thought that to which she responded “Because you’re the evil kitty master- you told them to ambush me and make me sleepy!” When I responded that nobody I was aware of could make her do something she didn’t want to she growled at me, shushed me, then told me “Quiet we’re all sleeping and I’m mad at you!”
    Now Molly being mad at me for something is pretty much a daily given in my life and I’ve learned most just to live with it. Occasionally I even enjoy it, because about 1/2 the time it means I am getting or have already gotten my way. As for the ‘Cat enforced nap’, it started about 3 PM. Molly briefly awoke about 4:30 for a pill a drink and a trip for as she puts it “Cat bladder” only to go back and continue the nap she didn’t need and wasn’t taking until just before 7 PM. Woke up for dinner, watched about 2 hours of TV, then took a shower on her own before coming to sleep in our bed around 10 PM for the first time in a week, abet with a great deal of abdominal discomfort in exchange for the back relief she was seeking. She managed the entire night then snuck up and out about 7 quietly getting herself into trouble with aforementioned litter boxes and garbage before I awoke.
    Further updates to be made if/when warranted
    Lethal Leprechaun, Dr. of Quackery

    It’s so not surprising to hear that Molly is keeping Lethal in line while not following her doctor’s orders and that Lethal is keeping Molly in line while doing every thing he can to follow the doctor’s orders and the Ninja Kitties are the ones really in charge and keeping peace, harmony and health in that household.


    Many of you have asked me how my brother-in-law is doing after being run down in the street by a car.  I’ll try to answer here in generalities and such because the lawyers are gathering and we don’t want too many details on line.

    He has been in and out of hospital and rehab several times since the accident, has had another brain bleed that required surgery and is currently resting at home with 5 days a week of out-patient therapy.  The thing that all of us need to remember about said B in L is that he is a tough, obstinate, single minded guy who will definitely not give up the fight.  And THAT will see him through.

    Cheers my friends,

    Until next week

    Impish Dragon

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    Leprechaun Laughs # 290 for Wednesday 03/18/2015


    As you enter the Conference room still hung over from your St Patrick’s Day celebrating your nose is assailed by the comingling of the scents of Air Freshener, commercial cleaning solutions, Murphy’s Oil soap and freshly brewed coffee all competing with the odor of burnt ozone and electronics.

    You see the massive mess that was Impish’s amateurish attempt at animatronics has been cleaned off the stage, the room has been scrubbed free of aerially delivered  pies and that here appears to be actual real brewed coffee set out for everyone along with other traditional hang over remedies, namely OTC head and stomach relief, small amounts of materials for ‘hair of the dog’ curatives, small bottles of water w/ individual plackets of Gatorade or Emergen-C, cheap sunglasses and ear plugs. A single team from the same hangover treatment company Lethal provided for the post Marti Gras aftermath is set up in one corner standing by in the event someone is in a bad way which apparently several of you were as a couple treatments are ongoing.

    The patrons seem to be dining on Corned Beef Hash, Poached Eggs on toasted Irish Soda Bread (Hollandaise optional) and having taken pity on you, Lethal has provided fresh scones for those in the cheap seats. to accompany your coffee.

    Lethal is down front surrounded by Diaman, Ginny and Paul. They are apparently engaged in an argument. No, that not right, after rubbing your blood shot eyes you can see they are not arguing with each other but with something Lethal is holding. After several deep slurps of hot coffee (not the normal instant Maxwell House stuff either) and donning sunglasses your double vision finally clears enough to figure out they are apparently having the argument with someone they are probably Skyping with on Lethal’s tablet.

    Lethal: You bloody well not only welshed on our agreement, you back slid while you were away!

    Impish: Hey! I was under a lot of stress! Queen Tiamat is scary even for Dragons, there was the audiences the private discussion in the garden and the financial inquisition…uhhh… audit. I just needed a little something and then when I found out about Pi Day I took it as a sign so…. OK! SO MAYBE my little joke wasn’t as funny as it sounded in my head, haven’t you all ever made a joke that fell flat.

    Paul: Not THAT flat! Besides Dude, you’re never getting better if you keep lying to yourself like this.

    Impish: …. and besides it wasn’t like I was gorging on them or anything. It was only just that one time and that single (gross) of pie[s].

    Diaman: And that single pie locker full you brought back

    Ginny: and the ones in the storage facility you had me buy in Jersey


    Lethal: (sighing scrubbing his head with his hand in frustration) Impish the pies have all been confiscated. Including the one on your secret Alter of Pie worship. You’ll remain in the Addiction Boot Camp program until you’re totally cured this time. Ill inform Queen T that you suffered a nervous collapse upon return and have been checked into a clinic for a rest and recuperative stay of indeterminate length at this present moment. I’ll alert Quack the ALFLAC duck to process your claim starting back with your kidnapping return so you’ll have some income. Also you’ll start attending P.I.G.O.U.T. (Pie Intensive Gluttons Outpatient Un-obsession Therapy meetings by remote proxy for two hours twice a day every day.

    Impish: What? No! COME ON! Lethal BUDDY, pal, friend o’ mine! DON’T DO THIS TO ME! Not AGAIN! It was only ONE little slip up! (Impish’s voice starts fading out) HEY! You clowns on the ropes! I KNOW WHERE YOUR PAYCHECKS COME FROM! I’ll… (indistinct voices) SO HELP ME IF……. OWWW! THAT’S HURT! Oooo! …Sparkly in my head!

    (Lethal taps on the tablet apparently closing out the Skype session then looks up)

    And that will just about do it for any pre-issue commentary this morning. My apologies for your having to ease drop on that, to say nothing of having had pies fall from the ceiling all over you on Saturday. Please take any clothing in need of stain removal to the Dry Cleaners in the Lobby and present your DragonLaffs subscription information and the dry cleaning bill will be paid by Impish.

    Don’t worry there will be a Molly report a short way into the issue. Mean time let’s get things underway I now have a mountain of paperwork, several court orders to obtain and a delusional dragon to transport to the Bat Shit Crazy Barracks at Lethal’s Addiction Boot Camp.

    If he want to continue with his denial then let him convince the Doctors, Headshrinkers and Drill Sergeants that he’s cured. Have no contact of any kind with pies means just that and he broke the agreement!

    Opening Logo 6



    OR is that a bunch of hung over to the point of being green at the gills humans? Either way it’s a bloody terrifying sight.


    Rusty Humphries: Sneakin’ In To The USA


    Childhood Diseases

    Yeah, it’s silly, but I love this one, especially since telling it to Molly helps tick off the last box on her post procedure pre-released check list!

    - – –

    A young couple arrived at the hotel where they were spending the first night of their honeymoon. They opened the champagne and began undressing.

    When the bridegroom removed his socks, his new wife asked, “Ewww — what’s wrong with your feet?”

    “I had tolio as a child,” he answered.

    “You mean polio?” she asked.

    “No, tolio. The disease only affected my toes.”

    The bride was satisfied with this explanation and they continued undressing. When the groom took off his pants, his bride once again wrinkled up her nose.

    “What’s wrong with your knees?” she asked. “They’re all lumpy and deformed!”

    “As a child, I also had kneasles,” he explained.

    “You mean measles?” she asked.

    “No, kneasles. It was a strange illness that only affected my knees.”

    The new bride had to be satisfied with this answer. As the undressing continued, her husband at last removed his underwear.

    “Don’t tell me,” she said. “You also had smallcox, didn’t you?”


    A funeral service is being held in a church for a woman who has just passed away. At the end of the service, the pallbearers are carrying the casket out when they accidentally bump into a wall, jarring the casket. They hear a faint moan.

    They open the casket and find that the woman is actually still alive. She lives for ten more years and then dies. A ceremony is again held at the same church and at the end of the ceremony, the pallbearers are again carrying out the casket.

    As they are walking, the husband cries out, “WATCH OUT FOR THAT WALL!”



     As you read in Saturday’s DragonLaffs issue. Molly’s procedure on Thursday went extremely well. By 11 Pm she was out of recovery in an outpatient room had been up and around and had some Jell-O, her first food in almost 32 hours and first anything by mouth in over 14.

    Friday morning her mother was with her as I had an appointment with a client and the stress was starting to take a serious physical toll on me as well.

    It was 3 Am Friday morning before the cats stopped complaining that Molly had not come home and I got any serious sleep. Then her first text came in at 06:30 just before my 7:00 AM alarm.

    I’d received about a dozen text messages from her with requests and instructions already Friday morning by the time I arrived at my appointment. I had to leave my phone, weapon, knife & keys with security when I went into this particular client today (they are in a government building).

    When I came back to retrieve them the guard was like “Thank God! I don’t know who keeps texting you, but I’m tired of Yoda scaring the crap out of me and everyone going through the scanner”! (Molly’s personalized text message alert is Yoda saying ”Hear you nothing that I say?”) I told him to be thankful she hadn’t called because suddenly the hall would have erupted into ‘Hail to the Chief’. He roared and asked me to send him the ring tone so he could use it for his wife too.

    By 10:30 she’d eaten a decent breakfast, showered, had been walking around, had had the IV and other things removed and was ready to come home.

    They’re were just waiting for one more box on the post procedure check sheet to be ticked before releasing her. Unfortunately my wife in addition to being a fiery German/Scot was raised in part by two very old fashion grandmothers. They were and are every bit the Southern Ladies and Molly herself very much one when it comes to certain things. This was one of those things that Southern Ladies simply do NOT do, much less ever admit to having done, – which of course they’d never have to, it simply not being done by a lady.

    I feared this was going to cause a problem with her release as they could only keep her as an outpatient for 23.5 hours. Fortunately one cannot stop the course of nature. A couple small joke to make her chuckle and the last box was ticked off. Molly was released arriving home about 12:45 and I had her ensconced in her recliner by 1:00 PM.

    She seems not to have lost as much of a step as I had feared probably due to the use of a robotic surgical assistant for her procedure. As soon as I started getting insistent about her getting off her feet she sassed me right back telling me to back off, that she was headed there as soon as she got and did what she wanted. She finally settled feet up watching gymnastic on TV with her Mom with her pillow, blanket, clad in pajama pants, an Alabama long sleeve T and slipper socks.

    She ate a late lunch of her favorite fast food (Chick-Fil-A) napped, watched TV and read a bit. By dinner time she was waiting for the clock to say it was pain medication time and then ate some dinner but wasn’t all that hungry due to pain and some post procedure abdominal cramps. She flip flopped back and forth between watching TV through closed eyelids (though I am forced to admit she has a point when she insists one doesn’t need to watch Jeopardy to participate in it) and out right napping.


    She got up a couple times during the night and walked as the Doctor has ordered but made it from midnight until about 9AM w/o any pain medications. This may have been a bit of a miscalculation however as the moment she was up (I didn’t hear her get up and she decided she was making her own breakfast of tea & toast w/ jam) she wanted  it badly.

    She is doing well enough that my Mother In Law is talking about going home earlier than she had planned leaving on Monday.That’s why I’m trying to finish this issue by Sunday  despite the distraction of Impish’s melt down, the paper work involved in involuntarily committing him to Addiction Boot Camp and overseeing the clean up of his celebration surprise.


    Sunday started out with Molly learning an important lesson about skipping pain med dosages in the middle of the night because she’s sleeping good- don’t do it you’ll pay for it when you  do finally get up.

    She came in and woke me as I told her to if she needed anything asking for a breakfast more substantial than the one she made herself yesterday but had already made herself a cuppa something in her Keurig on her own.

    Her first shower is on tap for today as she was tired last night and afraid of trying it. Already bored wit TV she’s returning to her school studies already mindful of approaching deadlines for a paper and a quiz.

    There was a lot of pain after the shower and all the school work which while it sounds mean to say I’m a little thankful for because it’s taken some of the wind out of her sails and underlined the point is is just 2 days post procedure. Pain is a hell of a teacher and its teaching her she can’t rush and push things.


    Yup I definitely like Morning Molly better then she takes that 3AM pail medication. I was up before her and had her breakfast almost completed before she got up. They’re working on the foundation of our building which apparently involves singing in Spanish using jackhammering for the bass line. This means no TV watching so she is on her laptop no doubt checking work emails a head of when she is due back to work. Sigh! At least the constant jackhammering precludes her using her phone for meetings and tiring herself out too much.

    There will probably be one last short Molly report in next Saturday’s issue or a report of my committal to the Loony Tune-ium if she starts pushing herself too much again.





    Supreme Court revives Notre Dame’s Obamacare contraception objections

    By Lawrence Hurley WASHINGTON Mon Mar 9, 2015 12:20pm EDT

    (Reuters) – The U.S. Supreme Court on Monday revived the University of Notre Dame’s religious objections to the requirement for contraception coverage under President Barack Obama’s healthcare law, throwing out a lower court decision in favor of the federal government.

    The justices asked the 7th U.S. Circuit Court of Appeals to reconsider its decision against the South Bend, Indiana-based Roman Catholic university in light of the June 2014 Supreme Court ruling that allowed certain privately owned corporations to seek exemptions from the provision.

    The case is part of national litigation concerning religious objections to the contraception provision of the 2010 Affordable Care Act, known widely as Obamacare.

    The law requires employers to provide health insurance policies that cover preventive services for women including access to contraception and sterilization.

    Various challengers, including family-owned companies and religious affiliated nonprofits that oppose abortion and sometimes the use of contraceptives, say the requirement infringes on their religious beliefs.

    Mark Rienzi, a lawyer with the religious rights group Becket Fund for Religious Liberty who has been involved in similar cases, said Monday’s action was “a strong signal that the Supreme Court will ultimately reject the government’s narrow view of religious liberty.”



    In my case I’m fortunate enough to never be able to envision ever even thinking this sort of thing much less begging the doctor for it. She rearranged her schedule appointments and life to drive 6 hours and stay here to help me with Molly until Molly is at least partly back on her feet.


    Ouch! Somebody remind me to get that Learners Permit for Bus Driving away from Diaman!


    Hey! That’s yesterday’s lunch! How’d that get used? Even better question- we got enough makings for another one? It was the only St Patrick’s Day tradition I followed yesterday, Corned Beef for at least one meal.

    Baked Nutella French Toast With Mixed-Berry Sauce




    Serves 8-10
    Prep Time  50 minutes

    French Toast Ingredients
    10 1-inch-thick brioche slices or challah-bread slices
    4 large eggs
    2 cups heavy cream
    1/2 tsp. vanilla
    1 tsp. freshly grated nutmeg
    1/4 tsp. salt
    1 cup Nutella


    Berry Sauce Ingredients
    1 12-oz. package mixed frozen berries
    2 tbsp. sugar
    2 tbsp. unsalted butter
    Finely grated zest from 1 orange
    2 tbsp. fresh-squeezed orange juice
    1 6-oz. container raspberries or berries of choice

    1. Preheat oven to 350°F and grease a 9 x 12-inch baking dish.
    2. Divide Nutella among 5 slices of bread, spreading evenly. Top slices with remaining 5 slices and cut each Nutella sandwich in half so you have ten halves.
    3. Beat eggs with cream, vanilla, nutmeg, and salt until uniform in color. Dip each Nutella sandwich in the egg mixture briefly, making sure to coat entire piece. Place sandwiches in the baking pan as they are ready, tilting them slightly onto each other so they are layered like dominos, with the cut side facing the bottom of the pan.
    4. Place the baking sheet in the oven and bake for 30-35 minutes until French toast is golden brown and lightly crisp to the touch.
    5. While the French toast is baking, heat a small saucepan over medium heat. Add the frozen berries, sugar, butter, orange zest, and orange juice and bring to a boil. Turn down to a gentle simmer and allow to simmer for 15 minutes, until berries are broken down and sauce has thickened slightly. Remove from heat and add fresh berries.
    6. Serve French toast directly from oven with berry sauce on top or on the side.

    Beef Stroganoff with Buttered Noodles

    Short ribs have been on sale a lot lately and I was looking for something to do with them besides braising and BBQ/Smoking them. That’s when I came across this recipe. I like using the bone in ribs because bones means flavor. goes great on mashed potatoes too.




    Total Time: 2 hr. 35 min
    Cook: 2 hr. 35 min
    Yield: 4 to 6 servings
    Level: Easy





    4 cloves garlic, roughly chopped, plus 2 cloves, minced
    Kosher salt and freshly ground black pepper
    Extra-virgin olive oil
    1 sprig fresh rosemary, leaves removed
    1 large sprig fresh thyme, leaves removed
    3 pounds beef short ribs, cut into 2 ribs apiece
    1 1/2 pounds cremini mushrooms
    1 1/2 pounds white button mushrooms
    1/2 cup chopped shallots
    1/4 cup cognac
    2 cups heavy whipping cream
    1 tablespoon Dijon mustard
    1/2 cup sour cream
    1 pound egg noodles
    3 tablespoons unsalted butter
    2 tablespoons freshly chopped flat-leaf parsley
    2 tablespoons freshly chopped green onions


    Preheat oven to 300 degrees F.

    Place the chopped garlic, salt and pepper into a bowl. Add enough extra-virgin olive oil to create a paste. Add the rosemary and thyme leaves to the bowl and stir to combine.
    Set short ribs out on a roasting tray and cover with herb paste. Roast in the oven for 2 hours and 30 minutes until they are falling apart.

    Heat a large sauté pan over high heat and add a 3-count of olive oil. Add mushrooms and cook for 3 minutes until brown. Add shallots and minced garlic and toss to combine. Season with salt and pepper. Cook for a further 2 minutes until garlic and onion become fragrant. Remove pan from heat and carefully add cognac to deglaze the pan. Return to heat and add cream. Reduce heat and simmer until reduced by half. Turn off heat and stir in Dijon mustard and sour cream. Season with salt and plenty of freshly ground black pepper

    Cook egg noodles in salted boiling water according to directions on package. Drain and toss with butter while still hot.

    To serve: Pile the noodles high on a plate, top with stroganoff sauce and finish with rib slices. Garnish with fresh parsley and green onions.

    Depending on my whim I’ve added chopped fresh ginger, soy sauce & orange juice to the paste and served over Asian noodles or veggie fried rice (Omit the sour cream & stir a tablespoon of cornstarch into the mustard before adding to the pan). I’ve also added Worcestershire sauce, liquid smoke or Franks Cayenne Pepper Sauce. Usually in this case I  remove the bones coarsely chop the meat adding it to the gravy forgoing the noodles in favor of tortillas or toasted rolls and shredded cheese.

    Meatloaf Lasagna



    Total Time: 1 hr. 45 min
    Prep: 1 hr.
    Cook: 45 min
    Yield: 8 servings
    Level: Intermediate





    Kosher salt
    8 sheets dried lasagna noodles (about 6 ounces)
    1 tablespoons olive oil, plus more for tossing and greasing
    2 cloves garlic, 1 thinly sliced and 1 finely grated
    Pinch crushed red pepper flakes
    One 14-ounce can whole peeled plum tomatoes, crushed by hand
    2 to 3 fresh basil sprigs
    5 slices bacon
    12 ounces ground beef chuck
    12 ounces ground pork
    1 cup plain dried breadcrumbs
    1/2 small yellow onion, grated
    1/4 cup chopped fresh parsley, plus more for garnish
    1 tablespoon tomato paste
    1 tablespoon Worcestershire sauce
    2 large eggs
    Freshly ground black pepper
    2 cups shredded part-skim mozzarella
    1/4 cup grated Parmesan
    Ricotta, for serving


    Bring a large pot of salted water to a boil. Add the lasagna noodles and cook until al dente. Drain and toss with olive oil, to keep them from sticking, and let cool.

    Meanwhile, make the tomato sauce. Heat the oil, sliced garlic, red pepper flakes and 1/2 teaspoon salt in a large skillet over medium heat. Stir as the oil heats up; once it shimmers, add the crushed tomatoes, 3/4 cup water and the basil. Bring to a high simmer and cook, stirring occasionally, until the sauce thickens slightly and the water has evaporated, 15 to 20 minutes (will be about 1 cup). Remove from the heat and let cool to room temperature.

    Arrange the bacon in a large skillet and cook over medium heat until brown and crispy, 4 to 5 minutes per side. Remove and finely chop when cool enough to handle.
    Combine the bacon, beef, pork, breadcrumbs, onion, parsley, grated garlic, tomato paste, Worcestershire sauce, eggs, 1 1/2 teaspoon salt and 1/2 teaspoon black pepper in a large bowl. Use your hands to thoroughly combine.

    Adjust an oven rack to the middle position and preheat to 350 degrees F. Line a rimmed baking sheet with foil and brush with oil. Combine the mozzarella and Parmesan.
    Shape half of the meatloaf mixture into a 9- by 5-inch rectangle in the center of the prepared baking sheet. Make a slight indentation down the center and fill with 1/2 cup of the cheese mixture. Top with the remaining meatloaf mixture and pat to form a loaf with a slightly rounded top, making sure to pinch and seal the sides.

    Top the meatloaf with one-third of the sauce and sprinkle with one-third of the remaining cheese mixture. Lay 4 lasagna noodles, crosswise and slightly overlapping, over the meatloaf, completely covering. Top with another one-third each of sauce and cheese mixture. Repeat with the remaining noodles, sauce and cheese.

    Bake until the meatloaf reaches an internal temperature of 165 degrees F, 40 to 45 minutes. Sprinkle with parsley and let cool slightly. Slice and serve with dollops of ricotta.

    IF you can by any miracle manage leftovers, this makes a KILLER sandwich the following day stuffed into a split (don’t slice all the way through do it like a hotdog bun) toasted garlic roll. Smear the roll liberally inside with warmed left over tomato sauce place the slice of lasagna meatloaf in the roll carefully top with just a smear of sauce some more cheese and slip it back into the hot oven for about 5 minutes to warm through and melt the cheese. I usually wrap them in parchment paper covered foil before putting in oven because this makes them WAY less messy and easier to eat. Other wise I suggest eating it topless leaning over your kitchen sink with half a roll of paper towels or a hand high stack of napkins handy.

    PB&J Tiramisu

    An Adult slightly decadent way to use PB & J. Can’t get lady fingers? In a pinch a fresh pound cake sliced thin and trimmed up (no crust) will work. Slice and stack several slices to trim crust and cut to size to make short work of the chore.




    Total Time: 30 min
    Prep: 30 min
    Yield: 8 to 10 servings
    Level: Easy









    1/2 cup creamy peanut butter
    8 ounces cream cheese, at room temperature
    1 1/4 cups confectioners’ sugar, plus more for dusting
    1 teaspoon vanilla extract
    1 cup heavy cream
    1/2 cup seedless raspberry jam
    1/3 cup Framboise (raspberry liqueur) or raspberry juice
    14 Italian-style crisp ladyfingers
    4 cups raspberries
    Shaved chocolate, for topping


    Beat the peanut butter, cream cheese, confectioners’ sugar, vanilla and 1/2 cup cream in a large bowl with a mixer on medium speed until smooth and fluffy, 3 to 4 minutes. Add the remaining 1/2 cup cream and beat until creamy, about 2 more minutes. (Do not overbeat.)

    Whisk the jam, framboise and 1/3 cup water in a bowl until smooth. Spread about 3 tablespoons of the jam mixture in a 9-by-5-inch glass loaf pan. Cover with half of the ladyfingers, arranging them lengthwise. Brush with half of the remaining jam mixture. (Don’t worry if it looks like a lot of liquid; the ladyfingers will absorb it as the tiramisu sits.)

    Spread half of the peanut butter cream over the ladyfingers. Top with 2 cups raspberries and the remaining ladyfingers. Brush the ladyfingers with the remaining jam mixture and spread the remaining peanut butter cream on top. Cover with plastic wrap and refrigerate at least 8 hours.

    Uncover the tiramisu and top with the remaining 2 cups raspberries and shaved chocolate.

    Dust with confectioners’ sugar [and go put on your fat pants before digging in]

    NOW, if you want to REALLY get nuts, you can substitute some or all of the peanut butter for Nutella.

    Wait for it…..



    and there go Ginny’s knees right on cue.


    An admiral visited one of the ships of the line under his command.

    While eating breakfast with the crew he was impressed to see the Naval insignia stamped on every biscuit.

    He went to the Chief cook to ask how this feat was done, so it could be used on other ships under his command.

    The Chief replied, “I’d be glad to share that with you, Admiral. After each biscuit is cut, I just slap it here against my belt buckle which bears the Navy insignia.”

    Horrified the Admiral exclaims, “That’s very unhygienic!”

    The Chief shrugs and replies, “Well, if that’s the way you feel, Sir, I suggest you avoid the donuts.”



    Disputing credit report errors could get easier under new rules

    The three largest credit reporting agencies will change the way they handle records in a major revamp long sought by consumer advocates.

    Disputing a mistake on your credit report could get easier and the effects of medical debt less severe under changes being made by the three largest credit-reporting agencies.

    The Monday announcement by the agencies — Equifax, Experian and TransUnion — comes after months of negotiations between the companies and New York Attorney General Eric Schneiderman.

    Consumer advocates have long sought a revamp that would reduce errors on credit report and make correcting them easier. Data collected by the agencies on hundreds of millions of people are used to create credit scores, which can determine who gets a loan and how much interest is paid on it.

    “The nation’s largest reporting agencies have a responsibility to investigate and correct errors on consumers’ credit reports. This agreement will reform the entire industry and provide vital protections for millions of consumers across the country,” Schneiderman said in a statement.

    Under the changes announced Monday, people who contest items in their credit reports will receive more information concerning those disputes, including instructions on what they can do if they don’t like the answer they get. In a bid to increase accuracy, medical debts won’t be reported until after a 180-day waiting period to allow time for insurance payments to be applied.

    The agencies agreed to remove from credit reports previously reported medical collections that have been or are being paid by insurance companies.

    This comes after a move in August by Fair Isaac Corp. (FICO), the company behind the commonly used FICO credit score, in which it announced that medical debt would have a smaller effect on the score. It also said at the time that debts that go to collection agencies and are repaid wouldn’t count against a consumer’s FICO score.

    To read the rest of the article click here



    Homemade Microwave Popcorn – From Scratch




    An Irish Priest is Transferred to Iola, Texas. He rose from his bed one morning. It was a fine spring day in his new East Texas mission parish.

    He walked to the window of his bedroom to get a deep breath of the beautiful day outside. He then noticed there was a jackass lying dead in the middle of his front lawn.

    He promptly called the local police station. The conversation went like this:
    “Good morning. This is Sergeant Jones. How might I help you?”

    “And the best of the day to yourself. This is Father O’Malley at St. Ann’s Catholic Church. There’s a jackass lying dead in me front lawn and would ye be so kind as to send a couple o’ yer lads to take care of the matter.”

    Sergeant Jones, considering himself to be quite a wit and recognizing the accent, thought he would have a little fun with the good father, replied, “Well now Father, it was always my impression that you people took care of the last rites!”

    There was dead silence on the line for a long moment. Then, Father O’Malley replied, “Aye, ’tis certainly true; but we are also obliged to notify the next of kin first, which is the reason for me call.”


    I keep some people’s phone numbers in my phone just so I know not to answer when they call or text.


    Don’t look now Impish but I think another one of your books is missing!


    When we last left our zero err hero(?) he was sleeping off a meal of owls and no doubt contentedly burping feathers.

    Am entertaining job offer from Fafnir, Fafnir, Bahamut & Lung, dragons at law. They tell me it’s mostly just about ateding opposing counsel. Mmmm, lawyers.

    Still not sure about this dragons at law thing. Like the idea of hourly billing for ateding enemy lawyers, but less up on whole actually becoming a lawyer thing. Would rather not have to extend professional courtesy to sharks and barracudas in off hours–they’re too nomable.

    Ordered the Jumbo Book of Unicorn Recipes—prepared properly they’re supposed to _stay_ digested. Cool bonus, comes with list of puffer-fish side dish preparations. The blackened unicorn with fugu etouffee, looks especially yummy. What could go wrong?

    My Jumbo Book of Unicorn Recipes has arrived. It’s published by DRACME so it must be good. Totally gonna pwn that pointy-face horse.

    Enchanted Forest Board elections coming up fast. Gryphon opponent ran nasty ad about me so I ated him. Then I got rude questions from reporters about gryphon so I ated them. Really full now. BTW, gryphon tastes like chicken, reporters more like squid. Think it’s the ink.

    A gnome replaced the gryphon I ated on the Enchanted Forest ballot. Seems only fair. Turns out I replaced a gnome the gryhpon ated. Am starting to really understand politics.

    Thinking about trying pot-pie recipe from pointy-face horse cookbook. Requires unicorn-corer-peeler-slicer for execution. Also unicorn magnet. Wonder where I can get them.

    Tiamat’s Witnesses came to door today and tried to get me to convert. Ated them. Tasted awful. Also, roasted whole stack of pamphlets.

    Door again. Salesghoul for Beanie Cthulhus. Bought Strawberry Short-Cthulhu, and Rhinestone Cowthulhu. Sparkly!

    …Sparkly! Sparkly! Sparkly!

    Cat is curled up asleep with beanie Cthulhus—very cute. Unfortunately, is sleeping on wing so I can’t move. Sigh.


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    Dragon Laffs # 3.141592653589793238462643383279502884197169399375


    Good Morning Gentle Readers,

    Before we get things started this morning, it’s only right that we get our priorities in order, putting the most important thing first.  And to that extent, the most important thing I can think of is a report from our dear friend, Lethal Leprechaun:

    Lethal here. I’d like to thank Impish for posting this for me in his issue. I have a brief statement and will be taking no questions after, so that I might return to my wife as soon as possible.
    It was a very rough night Wednesday where we unfortunately learned the hard way that Molly cannot tolerate Magnesium Citrate. She also suffered through several bouts of feverless chills caused apparently by nerves and got very little sleep.
    Thursday, after locking Chai accidently in her closet while preparing to leave (Chai would remain there from 1:00 to about 6:30 until I heard her), Molly made it to the hospital the required 2 hours early, was rushed through preparations only to then have to lay there and wait an additional 90 minutes past her scheduled time.
    However it has all apparently been worth it as I can report the post procedure discussion with her Doctor was extremely favorable. Molly did quite well and the Doctor was very
    pleased with the way the procedure went, what was observed during it and determined from it. Molly will still have to make periodic follow ups for about a year but everyone involved seems to be of the opinion that they nipped the problem completely in the bud before it reached a more serious stage.
    We’ll get further confirmation of this once lab result are back at the end of the month.
    Molly should be returning home late Friday afternoon to spend the weekend resting and sleeping in her recliner.
    I’d like to thank everyone for their prayers, well wishes and support. I’ll have a further update on Wednesday.
    I now return you to Impish and his issue.

    Thank you Lethal, and thank you God for keeping your hand on your daughter.


    As you enter the facility and sit down, order your favorite morning beverage and settle in, you notice a sight on stage that has you a tiny bit confused and even a little concerned.  Right in the front of the stage is a life sized mechanical automaton that looks like Impish Dragon.  It is standing up straight and waving its hand in greeting, and moving from the waist back and forth.  Its lips are moving, but not even close to being in time to the words that are coming out of its mouth.  It is obviously a mechanical creation and not a good one at that.
    Good Morning boys and girls, please take a seat and order your drinks and breakfast.  Today’s issue will begin momentarily.  Good Morning boys and girls, please take a seat…
    It keeps repeating over and over again.
    As you settle in with your beverage and pastry of choice, you look around for any of the familiar faces…Lethal, Diaman, Ginny, Paul, they all seem to be missing.  Before you can ask someone, the repetitious monotony of the mechanical Impish changes.
    Good Morning boys and girls, please take a seat and ord…..crick! pop!
    Good Morning boy….clunk!
    After a pause, the voice picks up again.
    Good Morning boys and girls, today’s issue is about pie….and … pi!  Ha! Ha! Ha! Get it? Pie and Pi.  Ha, Ha, ha. The horrible laughter sounds like a toaster being kicked by a kangaroo.  I know, I know…I’m supposed to be facing my addiction, but it’s okay.  I can talk about pie without really having any pie.  Besides, this issue was recorded a while ago in preparation for just this occasion, so while it’s playing, you can rest assured that I am somewhere very safe from any distraction.
    A high piercing scream rips through the walls.  Everybody jumps and looks towards the door as the mechanical dragon dud keeps going.
    And since it’s March 14th…
    The bellowing sound of Impish’s real voice echoes in from the outside hallway.  I’m fine I tell you!  It’s my Saturday!  What could be so wrong about me being here?
    You can hear Diaman’s voice trying to calm the dragon, “Impish, I just don’t think this is a good idea after just getting back.”
    And Ginny saying, “Just listen to Diaman…”
    And Paul, “Impish old buddy…”
    And the real  Impish again, “What the hell is wrong with all of you?  Get out of my way!”
    And Lethal, obviously speaking into a radio or a cell phone, “…the sedation crew. Code 1!  I repeat Code 1!  Yes, to the auditorium.”
    And the mechanical Impish, “…3.1415 so you see…”
    And the sound of the real Impish again, “Diaman, Ginny, ladies.  What could possibly be so …”
    Mechanical Impish adds, “And with that… TA DA!”
    Several things happen simultaneously; As the mechanical impish throws up his mechanical arms, the ceiling opens and thousands of pies, big ones, little ones, tarts, apple pie, pecan pie, cherry pie, every pie you could ever imagine, comes floating down from the ceiling on little balloons, as well as pi signs and shapes of all sizes and colors.  Lights are flashing, and people are applauding.  At the exact same time, the real Impish dragon bursts through the front doors with Ginny holding one arm and Diaman holding the other; Paul is standing in front and Lethal is in the back, motioning towards others coming down the hall.
    As the doors slam open to the sides of the room, everything goes silent.  All you hear is the breathing of the blue dragon, and the sound of balloon floating pies lightly hitting the floor.
    Just as the moment couldn’t get any more tense, Impish throws his head back and roars with laughter just as Lethal motions with his hand and you hear the sounds of several shots being fired.  Slowly Impish stops laughing, his eyes roll up in his head and he falls face first to the floor.
    Surprisingly, his face lands in several apple pies, as if arrayed in just that spot.  Once he’s down you notice several darts sticking up out of his back and Lethal bringing in Dr. Ben T. Needle,  the corporations personal vet.
    The mechanical impish, in the silence repeats, “TA DA!” at which point lethal pulls a wicked looking pistol from his waist and shoots the mechanical dragon in the face.  The head explodes and the metal behemoth falls over on its side.  He whispers in Diaman’s ear and as the men, under the vet’s watchful eye start to remove Impish from the room, snoring softly in his pie, Diaman approaches the mic and says, “Dear friends.  It seems as though our blue dragon is going to be indisposed for a short while, so Lethal asked if I wouldn’t mind wrapping up the opening statements and getting you started on today’s issue.”
    She glances down disgustedly at the mechanical dragon that has begun to stink and smoke a little bit.
    Well, as this thing started to say, today is international Pi Day.
    Impish called it a “Special Pi” day because Pi Day is celebrated every March 14th since the first 3 digits of pi are 3.14 today is extra special since the next 2 digits are 15 and that matches up with our date very nicely.  3.1415 is March 14, 15.  Taking it one step further, at 9:26:53 am this morning, it will be the perfect pi time or 3.141592653….Which, you will all notice, is not that far away.  So, while we wait for that time to arrive, why don’t you all start on today’s Pi/Pie centric issue and enjoy.



    Pi Day is an annual celebration commemorating the mathematical constant π (pi). Pi Day is observed on March 14 (or 3/14 in the month/day date format), since 3, 1, and 4 are the first three significant digits of π in decimal form. In 2009, the United States House of Representatives supported the designation of Pi Day.[2]

    Pi Approximation Day is observed on July 22 (or 22/7 in the day/month date format), since the fraction 227 is a common approximation of π, which is accurate to three decimal places and dates from Archimedes.[3]

    A sequential time will occur on 3/14/15 at 9:26:53 following the sequence of pi.


    The earliest known official or large-scale celebration of Pi Day was organized by Larry Shaw in 1988 at the San Francisco Exploratorium,[4] where Shaw worked as a physicist,[5] with staff and public marching around one of its circular spaces, then consuming fruit pies.[6] The Exploratorium continues to hold Pi Day celebrations.[7]

    On March 12, 2009, the U.S. House of Representatives passed a non-binding resolution (HRES 224),[2] recognizing March 14, 2009 as National Pi Day.[8]

    For Pi Day 2010, Google presented a Google Doodle celebrating the holiday, with the word Google laid over images of circles and pi symbols.[9]

    The entire month of March 2014 (3/14) has been observed by some to be “Pi Month”.[10][11]

    In the year 2015, Pi Day will have special significance on 3/14/15 at 9:26:53 a.m. and p.m., with the date and time representing the first 10 digits of π.[12] That same second will also contain a precise instant corresponding to all of the digits of π.[13] However, some argue that 9:26:54 a.m. and p.m. on 3/14/15 are more accurate because of the 11th digit of π being 5, which would cause the 10th digit to round up to 4.[14]


    Pi Day has been observed in many ways, including eating pie, throwing pies and discussing the significance of the number π.[1] Some schools hold competitions as to which student can recall Pi to the highest number of decimal places.[15][16]

    Massachusetts Institute of Technology has often mailed its application decision letters to prospective students for delivery on Pi Day.[17]Starting in 2012, MIT has announced it will post those decisions (privately) online on Pi Day at exactly 6:28 pm, which they have called “Tau Time”, to honor the rival numbers Pi and Tau equally.[18][19]

    The town of Princeton, New Jersey, hosts numerous events in a combined celebration of Pi Day and Albert Einstein‘s birthday, which is also March 14.[20] Einstein lived in Princeton for more than twenty years while working at the Institute for Advanced Study. In addition to pie eating and recitation contests, there is an annual Einstein look-alike contest.[21]


     And….believe it or not, there is a real, honest to goodness Pie Day.  By my way of thinking, it ought to be today, but then that would probably be too confusing.

    American Pie Council

    From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

    The American Pie Council (APC) is an organization committed to “preserving America’s pie heritage and promoting America’s love affair with pies”.[2] As America’s only purely pie-focused national organization,[3] the APC combines aspects of a hobby club,professional association, trade group, and pro-pie interest group.[1]


    The Council offers both personal and commercial memberships which allow individual participants to have discussions and swap recipes with fellow pie lovers, while providing commercial members with business networking opportunities and promotional support.[1] The APC has run the APC National Pie Championships since 1995.[4] The event is usually held in Celebration, Florida.[5] The competition is open to amateur, professional, and commercial bakers. The categories at the 2014 competition are:[4]

    • Apple
    • Blueberry
    • Chocolate
    • Citrus
    • Cream
    • Cream Cheese
    • Comstock/Wilderness (Apple, Cherry, Blueberry, Strawberry, Combination 2+ flavors)
    • Fruit/Berry
    • Innovation
    • Key Lime
    • Nut
    • Paramount Peach
    • Peanut Butter
    • Pumpkin
    • Special Dietary (gluten free, no sugar added)
    • Open Competition

    The APC also sponsors or promotes other pie-centric events throughout the year.[6] The APC council also conducts surveys of pie consumption. APC research has shown that Apple is Americans’ favorite pie, that 59% of Americans consider pie an appropriate late-night snack, and that 20% of Americans have eaten an entire pie.[7]

    National Pie Day

    National Pie Day, which is held annually on January 23, is now sponsored by the APC since 1986.[2] The holiday was started in the mid-1970s by Boulder, Colorado teacher Charlie Papazian[8] after he declared his birthday to be National Pie Day.[9] This should not be confused with Pi Day which the U.S. Congress recognizes as March 14.

    2014 National Pie Day/Labor Daytie-in poster

    In 2014, the APC partnered with Paramount Pictures in promoting the romantic thriller film Labor Day in conjunction with National Pie Day.[10] (A pie-making scene features prominently in the film, and the film’s general release was within a few days of National Pie Day.)

    The APC distributed a promotional poster to pie shops and bakeries featuring images of the film’s stars Kate Winslet, Josh Brolin, andGattlin Griffith in the pie-making scene. New York Post writer Lou Lumenick noted dryly that the scene was an “eccentric choice for a promotion” since Brolin’s character is an escaped murderer and “before they all make pies together, he abducts them from a supermarket and ties both of them up… A bond does emerge between Brolin and his hostages before he surrenders to police. But still.” The poster is captioned in part “It makes the time we spend together, just a little sweeter. Pie. Grab a slice of life.”[11]

    (Notwithstanding any problematic overtones, though, Varietys take on the scene was “What damage [the 1999 film] American Pie did for the pie industry, Labor Day has reversed.”)[10]


    And how about some more PI stuff?

    π has a long and interesting history!

     That the ratio of the circumference to the diameter of a circle is constant (namely, pi) has been recognized for as long as we have written records.

    A ratio of 3:1 appears in the following biblical verse:

    And he made a molten sea, ten cubits from the one brim to the other: it was round all about, and his height was five cubits: and a line of thirty cubits did compass it about. (I Kings 7, 23; II Chronicles 4, 2.)

    The ancient Babylonians generally calculated the area of a circle by taking 3 times the square of its radius (pi=3), but one Old Babylonian tablet (from ca. 1900-1680 BCE) indicates a value of 3.125 for pi.

    Ancient Egyptians calculated the area of a circle by the following formula (where d is the diameter of the circle):

    formula:  [(8d)/9] squared

    This yields an approximate value of 3.1605 for pi.

    The first theoretical calculation of a value of pi was that of Archimedes of Syracuse (287-212 BCE), one of the most brilliant mathematicians of the ancient world. Archimedes worked out that 223/71 < pi < 22/7. Archimedes’s results rested upon approximating the area of a circle based on the area of a regular polygon inscribed within the circle and the area of a regular polygon within which the circle was circumscribed.


    Beginning with a hexagon, he worked all the way up to a ploygon with 96 sides!


    Circle with inscribed and circumscribed hexagons.

    Archimedes’s method for approximating the value of pi.

    (Source: http://www.math.psu.edu/dna/graphics.html#archimedes)

    The approximate area of the circle lies between the areas of the circumscribed and the inscribed hexagons.







    More pi history:

    European mathematicians in the early modern period developed new arithmetical formulae to approximate the value of pi, such as that of James Gregory (1638-1675), which was taken up by Leibniz:


    π/4 = 1 – 1/3 + 1/5 – 1/7 + . . . . . . . . . . .


    One problem with using this formula to calculate the value of pi is that you would have to add 5 million terms to work out a value of pi/4 that extends to 6 or 7 decimal places!

    In 1706, another mathematician named John Machin developed a refinement on Gregory’s formula, yielding the formula still used today by computer programmers to compute pi:


    Machin's formula:  pi/4=4arctan(1/5)-arctan(1/239)


    Using this formula, an Englishman named William Shanks calculated pi to 707 places, a labor of many years, which he published in 1873. (Only 527 places were correct, however!)

    The symbol for pi:

    was introduced by the British mathematician William Jones in 1706, who wrote:

    3.14159 =pi 

    This symbol was adopted by Euler in 1737 and became the standard symbol for pi.




    And from my brother, the Owl, we get this addition to the last message…






    On the USA Network show “Psych” the digits of Pi are painted around the trim of a crazy perpetrator’s bedroom. Shawn & Gus look creeped out. I’m sure they catch the guy.

    Even the logic of Spock is overwhelmed when he considers pi….. or is it maybe pie?






    **********   AN IMPORTANT SAFETY MESSAGE   **********


    The older you get, the more important it is to protect your nose from the sun.




    Ginny wrote to us with some wonderful news about what a lucky day she was having…

    I won a Nigerian lottery according to an email from a Nigerian prince.
    He holds the sum of ONE MILLION DOLLARS in my name and he wants to send it to me FREE!
    All I have to do is give him my bank account numbers and send him $500.00 US dollars cash, to show my good faith so he can transfer the money!
    And then I got ANOTHER email.




    It’s from a KENYAN prince who wants to give me FREE healthcare for life!


    All I have to do is give him:




    and pay $700 per month for a policy with only a $10,000. deductible.

    Then he can make it happen!

    I’m sure he can…


    Ginny also sent us this belated Valentine’s Day Story…

    Little Thelma’s Valentine…

    Little Thelma came home from first grade and told her father that they had learned about the history of Valentine’s Day.

    And, “Since Valentine’s Day is for a Christian saint and we’re Jewish,” she asked, “will God get mad at me for giving someone a valentine?”

    Thelma’s father thought a bit, then said  “No, I don’t think God would get mad. Who do you want to give a valentine to?”

    “The ISIS terrorists,” she said.

    “Why the ISIS terrorists?” her father asked in shock.

    “Well,” she said, “I thought that if a little American Jewish girl could have enough love to give the terrorists a valentine, they might start to think that maybe we’re not all bad, and maybe start loving people a little bit.

    And if other kids saw what I did and then they sent valentines to the terrorists, they’d love everyone a lot.

    And then they’d start going all over the place telling everyone how much they loved us and how they didn’t hate anyone anymore.”

    Though skeptical of the idea, her father’s heart swelled and he looked at his daughter with newfound pride. ” Thelma, that’s the most wonderful thing I’ve ever heard.”

    “I know,” Thelma said, “and once that gets them out in the open, the Marines could blow the shit out of them!”



    And that my friends, brings us to the end of today’s issue.  Oh how I pie-ne away wishing it could have gone on forever,…

    But it can’t…

    So this is the end…

    Now, go eat some pie.


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    Leprechaun Laughs # 289 for Wednesday March 11th 2015


    As you enter the first thing you spot is Lethal sitting on the edge of the stage. He is haggard and decidedly less natty than his usual wont. His coat lays discarded to one side, his tie loosened and shirt color is undone. The shirt on contrast to his always freshly pressed Irish Linen appears well wrinkled and possibly slept in. He’s apparently engaged in serious conversation with some of the patrons appearing somber and far less animated than his normal self.

    As soon as you take your seat he weakly smiles at the Patrons before standing to address you all.

    Good morning. Thank you all for coming. Let me say first of all that my appearance and demeanor have nothing to do with Impish. A last communication with him everything was going about as we expected. The ‘Visual Anti Addiction Distractions’ I sent with him appear to be working well… (coughing and mumbling) thanks to the subliminal messages I hid in them.

    Ahem..uh… I’m going to be honest. This issue is not my best work. Hell it’s likely not even in my best 275 issues. It and my appearance are due to a personal family issue. While Molly and I have known about the issue for sometime recently information came to light which caused the issue to be of much greater concern and made correcting it an immediate priority. I apologize for being vague about the situation but I am deliberately being obtuse out of respect for Molly’s privacy.

    It will suffice to say that Molly learned last Tuesday that the correction of this serious issue could be dealt with tomorrow and elected to proceed. While I supported her decision this seriously compressed our time table for preparing for the aftermath of this situation domestically as well as our professional work schedules and increased our desire for time spent together. As a result something had to give and it was the amount of time I was able to devote to the blog. generally I spend about 24 man hours putting an issue together. This one will have gone together in roughly 4 to 6.

    Depending on what new information we learn after the issue gets dealt with tomorrow, how well Molly tolerates things and deals with it once back home will determine if you get another second rate issue next week or no issue at all. I am trying to start one now (Friday 3/6) while I have a moment because I’ll be very busy most of the weekend but I have no way of knowing if I will have the time to complete it between now and then.

    In the interest of full disclosure and looking at all the possibilities, there is a worst case scenario in all of this where Molly doesn’t do well and I don’t come back at all.

    Let me thank you in advance in anticipation off all the comments of prayers offered as well as support & well wishes for Molly & myself. Please understand if I do not publically acknowledge, respond to or thank you for them. I’m not being stand offish callous mean or curmudgeonly, it’s just that my priorities are and have to be elsewhere.

    Since I’m touching on priorities I have to announce that for the first time in over 25 years I will not be observing Saint Patrick’s Day in my accustom manner. The Legendary Lethal Leprechaun St. Patrick’s Day 17 Irish Pub in 17 Countries in 17 Hours Pub Crawl is hereby canceled. There will be no St Patrick’s Day issue this year.

    While the problem is Molly’s and I cannot begin to imagine how it is for her facing it, personally I’d rather charge an ISIS stronghold butt naked armed with a plastic knife sporting a Star of David tattoo on my chest and a depiction of Mohammad on my ass than to have to go through this with her and support her. Not that I would ever consider not being there and supporting her 110% but it literally scares the crap out of me where as the ISIS situation would merely have me a tad on edge. I’ll take an enemy I can confront even if the odds are overwhelmingly against me to one I am powerless to fight or have any effect on any day. The absolute worst thing you can do to me is render me impotent and helpless in any given situation, especially when my family and friends are involved. It literally eats me up inside and signs of this are already manifesting themselves.

    Impish is aware of the situation and will likely have an update for you come Saturday on both Molly and I as well as what you might expect from me and when.

    Speaking of the Dragon, he is currently expected to return home in  sufficient time for next Saturday’s issue. Though his voice message has caused me some unease as he seems to have some ‘perfect pie’ related theme planned for his return issue.

    Finally, before you get to the disappointing non-substantive issue let me remind you that our second of three Friday the Thirteenths for this year is a scant 2 days hence. This time it’s followed two days later by the Ides of March. Sadly there seems to have been a run on rabbits feet, shamrocks and luck tokens in general so I am unable to offer you any to combat any possible ill effects. I suggest unplugging, turning off and remaining in bed from Thursday night until Tuesday morning as you best option for defense. This not only avoids Friday (the 13th #2) and Sunday (the Ides) but gets you past ‘OMG! It’s Monday again- GROAN!’ and right into St Patrick’s Day where I would expect you all to make an attempt at picking up my slack this year.

    <blowing his nose and wiping his eyes with a large shamrock patterned handkerchief>

    I  thank you for you kind attention.


    Let's Roll 28

    Too much morning not coffee

    DeCaffe time & place



    A woman was having a daytime affair while her husband was at work. One rainy day she was in bed with her boyfriend when, to her horror, she heard her husband’s car pull into the driveway.

    ‘Oh my God – Hurry! Grab your clothes and jump out the window. My husband’s home early!’

    ‘I can’t jump out the window. It’s raining out there!’

    ‘If my husband catches us in here, he’ll kill us both!’ she replied. ‘He’s got a hot temper and a gun, so the rain is the least of your problems!’

    So the boyfriend scoots out of bed, grabs his clothes and jumps out the window! As he ran down the street in the pouring rain, he quickly discovered he had run right into the middle of the town’s annual marathon, so he started running along beside the others, about 300 of them.

    Being naked, with his clothes tucked under his arm, he tried to blend in as best he could. After a little while a small group of runners who had been watching him with some curiosity, jogged closer.

    Do you always run in the nude?’ one asked.

    ‘Oh yes!’ he replied, gasping in air. ‘It feels so wonderfully free!’

    Another runner moved a long side. ‘Do you always run carrying your clothes with you under your arm?’

    ‘Oh, yes’ our friend answered breathlessly. ‘That way I can get dressed right at the end of the run and get in my car to go home!’

    Then a third runner cast his eyes a little lower and asked, ‘Do you always wear a condom when you run?’

    ‘Nope . . . just when it’s raining





    Leonard Nimoy – Highly Illogical



    Chicken Stew


    Total Time: 50 min
    Prep: 10 min
    Inactive: 5 min
    Cook: 35 min
    Yield: 4 to 6 servings
    Level: Easy





    2 tablespoons olive oil
    2 stalks celery, cut into bite-size pieces
    1 carrot, peeled, cut into bite-size pieces
    1 small onion, chopped
    Salt and freshly ground black pepper
    1 (14 1/2-ounce) can chopped tomatoes
    1 (14-ounce) can low-salt chicken broth
    1/2 cup fresh basil leaves, torn into pieces
    1 tablespoon tomato paste
    1 bay leaf
    1/2 teaspoon dried thyme leaves
    2 chicken breast with ribs (about 1 1/2 pounds total)
    1 (15-ounce) can organic kidney beans, drained (rinsed if not organic)
    Serving suggestion: crusty bread


    Heat the oil in a heavy 5 1/2-quart saucepan over medium heat. Add the celery, carrot, and onion. Sauté the vegetables until the onion is translucent, about 5 minutes. Season with salt and pepper, to taste. Stir in the tomatoes with their juices, chicken broth, basil, tomato paste, bay leaf, and thyme. Add the chicken breasts; press to submerge.
    Bring the cooking liquid to a simmer. Reduce the heat to medium-low and simmer gently uncovered until the chicken is almost cooked through, turning the chicken breasts over and stirring the mixture occasionally, about 25 minutes. Using tongs, transfer the chicken breasts to a work surface and cool for 5 minutes. Discard the bay leaf. Add the kidney beans to the pot and simmer until the liquid has reduced into a stew consistency, about 10 minutes.
    Discard the skin and bones from the chicken breasts. Shred or cut the chicken into bite- size pieces. Return the chicken meat to the stew. Bring the stew just to a simmer. Season with salt and pepper, to taste.

    Lentil Salad



    1¼ cups lentils
    6 cups water
    ½ red onion, finely diced
    ½ red bell pepper, finely diced
    1 tablespoon minced garlic
    1 lime, juiced
    1 ear corn, kernels removed, raw
    ¼ bunch cilantro, chopped
    1 tablespoon chili powder
    ¼ cup rice wine vinegar
    1 teaspoon cumin
    ½ teaspoon cayenne pepper
    1 teaspoon salt
    ½ teaspoon pepper

    In a saucepan, place water and raw lentils and bring to a boil. Stir lentils to avoid sticking and reduce heat to a simmer. Allow to simmer for 15 minutes covered or until tender. Remove lentils and strain running cold water over them. Place in a medium mixing bowl and add cut vegetables and spices to the lentils. Season with vinegar, lime juice, salt and pepper. Toss well to ensure evenly mixed and chill for later. Serves 4 as a side dish.



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    Sounds like the Government & Military


    Guy goes in an adult store and asks for an inflatable doll.

    Guy behind the counter says, ‘Male or female?’

    Customer says, ‘Female.’

    Counter guy asks, ‘Black or white?

    Customer says, ‘White.’

    Counter guy asks, ‘Christian or Muslim?’

    Customer says, ‘What the hell does religion have to do with it?’

    Counter guy says, ‘The Muslim one blows itself up.’


    Pigs, Lipstick and Islam


    Think we’re making mountains out of turbans here you liberal loons in the wood work (we know you’re there)? Consider this story then:

    Writer and social critic Avijit Roy

    Born in Bangladesh, Avijit studied in Singapore and worked as a mechanical engineer in the United States, where he also became a citizen, living in Georgia. He was also a writer and social critic. His Bangladeshi blog, Mukto-Mona (“free mind”), served the country’s rationalists, skeptics, and freethinkers — and provided space for counter-arguments. His ideas met firm resistance: Bangladesh is a secular state, but its population is 90 percent Muslim. “Avijit Roy lives in America,” wrote Bangladeshi Muslim Farabi Shafiur Rahman in an online post. “So it’s not possible to kill him now. But when he returns home, he will be killed then.” It was just one of many threats. Avijit always defied such threats, so he and his wife went to Bangladesh to attend the Ekushey Book Fair in the capital city of Dhaka to speak about his latest two books, Obisshahser Dorshon (The Philosophy of Disbelief) and Biswasher Virus (The Virus of Faith), which were critically well received and popular in the country. After leaving the fair, Avijit and his wife were pulled out of a pedicab by several men and hacked with machetes; despite it being on the street in the crowded city, no one came to their aid. Avijit was killed, and his wife severely injured. Minutes after the attack, police say, Rahman posted photos of the scene online, and has been arrested for murder.

    “Let’s not be mistaken about why Avijit was killed,” said Bangladeshi-British journalist Alom Shaha: “he said and wrote things some people didn’t like. There will be more such killings. More people will die because they say, write or draw things that other people don’t like. More people will die until we are all united in stating unequivocally that anyone who commits such atrocities is entirely in the wrong, that it is unjustifiable to kill people who ‘offend’ you, that blasphemy is a ridiculous notion and that no one should ever, ever be killed for ‘insulting’ a religion or drawing a cartoon.” The Dhaka Tribune editorialized that Avijit wrote “books on science and religion that forcefully pointed out the inadequacy of religions to stand up to enlightenment, science, and humanism,” which “inspired tens of thousands of curious minds to know more about the beauty and wonders of science and to be bold enough to question religious dogmas that fail to stand up to reason.” And that’s the problem, it continued: their inadequacy is the “source of insecure rage of the religious fundamentalists; they cannot counter him with words and reason.” Avijit was hacked to death on February 26 for openly promoting reason and thought; he was 42.

    Sources: http://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2015/mar/02/avijit-roy-hacked-to-death-bangladesh-dhaka-religion-free-speech  http://www.bbc.com/news/world-asia-31690514

    NOW, flap them liberal-touchy-feelie’’-“Can’t-we-all just-get-along?” butt cheeks you talk out of about ‘the religion of peace’ for me again!




    Tale of the IDIOT

    When we last left our zero err hero(?) he had been completely tuckered out after a long day and barely managed to complete his diary entry before falling asleep face down in it.

    Have decided to ated pointy-face horse. Am thinking of buying DRACME. rocket-propelled unicorn net for job. Thoughts?

    Stupid cat vetoed DRACME rocket-propelled unicorn net as “dangerously silly.” Am thinking about alternate plans. Suggestions?

    Considering opening bring your own fire restaurant for dragons, calling it Hot Knight Out.

    Have acquired the perfect bait for catching pointy-face horse. It will be mine. Oh yes, it will be mine. And I will ated it.

    Need cat-sized princess dress, plus fairie wings and very small strap-on golden unicorn horn. No reason.

    Dress never showed up, am going to have to paint cat to look like a virgin-unicorn-fairy-princess-bait for pointy-face horse.

    Needed to get large nose-shaped bandage this morning. Had to tell clerk, “No I don’t want to talk about it.” And then, “Bugger off.” When that didn’t work, I ated him.

    Perhaps looking at pointy-face horse problem wrong. I’m a dragon, it’s a variety of lunch. I just need to pounce and ated it. Keep things simple.

    Ateding pointy-face horse much less fun than wanting to ated it. Tasted like burnt rainbows and soggy glitter. Also, is being very hard to digest.

    Rainbows! Oh. My. Dragon. God! Rainbows are coming out of my butt! Stinky rainbows! Stinky! Stinky! Stinky! This is soooo not Sparkly!

    OMDG! The rainbow is bubbling and boiling. Something is rising out of it! This is seriously not Sparkly!

    Hate stupid pointy-face horse. Has risen from the rainbow-ashes of my lunch like horror-show phoenix…only with horn on head.

    Stomach still upset from stupid pointy face horse. Slept the day away, but now up to plot my revenge!

    Have been nominated for Enchanted Forest Board of Governors by shoe elf. Ated elf, but did it too late. Already on ballot. [Note: a ‘shoe elf’ is the Dragon language term for a Leprechaun. I was not aware of this incident in Impish past. From now on this ‘shoe elf’ will make it his personal mission to insure every pair of shoe Impish gets for his human form are uncomfortable in revenge for this affront!]

    May have to ated polling station.

    Cat talked me out of ateding polling station, says ateding should be reserved for actual polti…polict…polst…elected people.

    Still not happy about this whole politics thing, but cat is starting to convince me. Says I should see it as Enchanted Forest (Smorgas)Board of Governors and to think of public service aspects of ateding widely among forest dwellers ruling class.

    Dwarf from Enchanted Forest builders association came by with voter guide poll. Also offered gold to help with my campaign if they liked my answers on question about new development projects. I ated him.

    Cat says I did it wrong, you’re supposed to take the bribe _before_ eating the bagman. I say it’ll all come out in the end. Either way, I get Sparklys.

    Ated a potential constituent today. Gnome came to cave. Thoughted he was trying to sell garden services. Bad election strategy, but he was delicious. Does that make it all right?

    Gremlins brought me new iPhone that they “liberated” as a propitiatory gift. Sparkly, till it rang—phone company, with bill. So I ated phone, also ated gremlins.

    Taking a break from the political thing, went knight hunting. Ated one sushi style and hung the rest in the smokehouse.

    Woke up to cave full of owls. Like fluffy who’s who convention. Ated them. Went back to sleep. Stupid owls.


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    Dragon Laffs #1427


    After Impish Dragon’s departure from headquarters on Wednesday, he moved slowly down the hall, to his office in the complex of DL&LL Electronic Media, LLC to retrieve the papers and reports that he will need for his meeting with Queen Tiamat, the dragon matriarch for all dragonkind. 

    Tiamat is a supremely strong and powerful draconic goddess.  She is not only queen, but mother of evil dragons.  Also known as the Chromatic Dragon, due to her five, different colored heads (one for each of the five evil dragon races, with accompanying powers of each) in just one of her many dragon incarnations.  Most dragons have only one incarnation, but some, like our Impish, has two.  Very few have three; and none, other than Tiamat have ever displayed more than three.  Not surprisingly, Tiamat’s incarnations have never been numbered.

    The Queen, also has other duties, other than ruling dragonkind.  She is the ruler of Avernus, the first layer of the Nine Hells.  She has also been known to manifest as a dark-haired human sorceress.

    This creature is to who Impish Dragon is preparing to present himself to.  Impish Dragon is the Queen’s ambassador to humankind and has functioned as ambassador-at-large to most of the mythical,  magical and ordinary species of the realms.  Today, he was going to have to defend himself and his actions over the last several months and answer the charges of pie addiction and incompetence in the face of being captured and tortured by A.S.S *** led by the A.S.S.H.A.T.s****.

    Impish glances at the clock on the wall and mumbles, “Calm down Impish.  You’ve got time.  Make sure you have ALL the papers you may need and all the documentation that Lethal provided for you.  Damn! I really wish I had a pie right now…just to take the edge off.”

    He sighs, pulls the rest of the papers he needs off his desk and shoves them into an already jam packed leather valise.  He looks wistfully around his office, “I sure hope I can come back here.  Maybe not as Ambassador, but at least with all my dragon powers intact.  I could still co-manage DL&LL…I am the original founder, after-all.  But she could take all that away…and more.”

    A small blue tear slides down his scaled cheek.  As he scrubs it away he mutters, “Damn allergies!” And exits the office.

    Striding down the hallway towards the portal chamber, he again has the overwhelming urge for pie. “Hey!  Lethal said that if I got too antsy, I cold open this application on my iPhone and it would help.”  He slows his travel through the tunnels and hallways as he taps on his phone. “He said it would be different as I needed help with my thoughts, so let’s see what it gives me this time.” As he hits the icon a small picture pops up on his screen

    Laughing uproariously, he tucks the phone back into his pocket and enters the portal chamber.

    Turning to Terence, he says, “Are the controls set for the Imperial Castle?”

    The only answer he receives is a nod and a hand extended pointing toward the swirling mists inside the stone surrounded opening.

    Without a word, he lifts his chin, sets his shoulders and steps through the portal.  He immediately stumbles into the other side due to not being able to see his own feet with his chin lifted and his shoulders set.  Pulling himself together on the far side of the kingdom, he looks around, hoping no one has seen his misstep.  When he lifts his head, he is struck by the awe-inspiring sight before him.

    The Castle of the Dragon Queen:

    Eventually, he reaches the massive gates that enclose the entrance the great castle.  He lifts the horned door-knocker, realizing too late that the horns are the tusks of some huge beast.  As he gasps and lets them fall, a dull boom echoes through the door.

    A small panel slides open above his head and a green dragon head pops out, “Whatcha Want!  Oh…hi … uh Impish.  You’re here to see the queen, right?  Well, come right in, come right in, she’s expecting you.  You are to go immediately to the throne room and report.  Good luck, pal.  She’s in an even more evil mood than usual.”

    Impish smiles weakly and proceeds through the castle front hall.  All the dragons on guard duty come to attention, and as one, turn and face their back to him.

    “I really need pie.  I need pie.  I need pie.  I need pie.  I better check that phone app again.”

    When Impish presses the button on his phone the app opens and he see’s:
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    He stands there mesmerized mumbling, “pie, I really … need  …. pie … I … really … need … boobies … I … really … wow …. boobies!  I really need boobies…”

    After gazing at his phone for an inordinate amount of time, another functionary dragon approaches him and says, “Um… Mr. Ambassador, right this way, please.  The Queen will see you now.”

    “Ah… yeah.” He puts his phone away, the thought of pie completely gone from his mind.  “Let’s get this done.  It were breast … or um… best done quickly.”

    As he continues down the hall, his confidence returned, he strides to the huge doors which swing open upon his approach.  Without slowing, he continues into the throne room where his Queen is waiting for him at the far end.

    Impish strides to the far end of the throne room, stops at the proper, respectful distance, comes to one knee, bows his head, with his fist striking his left breast and states, “Your highness, Ambassador Impish Dragon, reporting as ordered.”

    Tiamat stares down at the small blue dragon, who has chosen his second, smaller dragon form, for what seems like hours to Impish, but perhaps is no more than a minute.

    “So!  You have finally decided to answer my summons!  And you DARE to present yourself to me as a lesser peer?!  Prostrate yourself before me as the sniveling worm that you are!”

    Impish, with his head bent and wings slightly unfurled, sneaks his phone out of his pocket and presses the app again

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    His nerve restored, he lifts his gaze and meets his queen’s and says, “Until such time as I am officially removed from office, I AM your ambassador and as such, will present myself in this manner as your Royal Highness’s importance demands.”

    The Queen’s eyes widen and smoke seeps from her nostrils and she raises her head and roars, “ALL OF YOU, LEAVE MY PRESENCE!  CLOSE THE CHAMBER ON YOUR WAY OUT AND I WILL DEAL WITH THIS BLUE DRAGON!!!”

    The guards and functionaries and clerks and others scramble over each other in a rush to get out of the chamber as quickly as possible.

    As the door slams shut at the other end of the room, Queen Tiamat leans down her long neck, locking her gaze eye-to-eye with Impish Dragon, and quietly says, “Now, what is it you were saying?”

    Let's Laugh 1





    Dragon Pix2

    On the wall

    A lot of people see these types of things and think they are statues of dragons and monuments on buildings.  Actually, they are real dragons that have allowed themselves to be caught by humans and they have to “freeze” and pretend they are statues and part of the building to avoid detection.  If you were to go by this same building the next day, likely the dragon would be gone, having taken the opportunity to fly off while no one was looking.



    I think this is a marvelous idea and one that should be adopted in the US.



    This is so true!  Which is why female spies are so much more effective than males.


    This is the same basic ploy as my enemies providing me with drugged pies to get what they want.  A tried and true method of achieving evil goals.


    Damn!  No wonder my shirts look so bad….


    Ain’t Karma a bitch!

    Fantasy pix2


    This is Lois.  She’s in admin and is responsible for the new students that register for the school.  She has that look on her face because most of our students are the children of employees and our employees are… well … let’s just say that they are a diverse bunch.


    I’m relatively confident in saying that, as a country, we are way better off with Bill Murray pursuing his career in comedy rather than his potential as a doctor.


    Let’s be thankful that more professions don’t offer similar guarantees.  For instance…
    Satisfaction Guaranteed or:
    Surgeons – Your tumor back
    Dentists – Your cavity dug back out
    Plumbers – your kitchen filled back up with water…
    You get the idea.


    And the really incredibly sad part is….that if the company were sold off, it still wouldn’t be enough to cover our national debt!

    Politically Incorrect

    Okay, let’s do a fast brace of cartoons that are definitely politically incorrect







    and that’s all the excuse you’ll ever get from me!  I know some of you think I’m wrong for picking on Obama and the current Ass-ministration, but I also know that most of you who speak publically about me that way, privately feel the same way and also laughed at the previous cartoons.  If not….then it’s time for you to


    Dang!  Maybe I should’ve given that recipe over to Lethal for his Celtic Cooking….nah.  Probably not his style.

    Okay, back to more unusual facts:

    I wonder if our old friend Paul was 14 in 1838?



    Why doesn’t this surprise me? 



    Sigh!  There’s got to be a way I can eat the cat and not piss off the humans.



    Get away!!  GET AWAY!!!!  AAAAaaaahhhhh!!!!



    Ha, ha, ha!  You can’t eat me! You can’t eat me!  The humans will get rid of you quicker than you can blink!



    Oh dear, dear, dear!  You’re not going out wearing THAT, are you?



    The CAT beacon has been set off and it’s up to SUPER CAT to dive into his secret tunnel that leads him to his underground CAT LAIR!  To the FELINE MOBILE!


    A child asked his father, “How were people born?”

    So his father said, “Adam and Eve made babies, then their babies became adults and made babies, and so on.”
    The child then went to his mother, asked her the same question and she told him, “We were monkeys then we evolved to become like we are now.”
    The child ran back to his father and said, “You lied to me!”
    His father replied, “No, your mom was talking about her side of the family.” 


    Well, let’s hope we can make better decisions than 2200 mice…. um …. well, thinking about the current administration… maybe not.


    Egads!  That’s so life like it’s frightening!



    And women will still bitch about men leaving the seat up!









    This is a very popular hobby.  I know lots of people who enjoy this hobby.



    Yup, see the above motivational picture…




    You know… I like sex just as much, if not more so than the next guy.  But there are some lines that just can’t be crossed!!!



    Now THAT, is another great idea!





    The Last Word2

    “So, Impish, I’m glad we had this conversation.  I’m satisfied with your explanations and accountings, so long as you remember the deal we made.”

    The two dragons sat opposite each other at a little lattice worked metal table  in a small garden bordered on a wild forest outside of the castle.  Impish was in his human form, sipping a hot coffee while Tiamat was in her human form, drinking tea.

    “I will discuss it all with my partner, Lethal and we will let you know what we decide.”

    “Oh yes.  The Leprechaun.  And what will you do if he decides not to back your play?”

    “You let me worry about that.  He is NOT part of the deal for you one way or the other.  He is MY partner, MY friend and is not, will not be involved or manipulated by you in any way.”

    “As you wish, Impish.  Now, I’m afraid it’s time for me to return to my duties.”  Tiamat stood up, walked around the small table and leaned forward to whisper into Impish’s ear. “Take care of yourself my stalwart dragon.  You are very important to me.”  Cupping his chin with her hand, she turns his head, kissed him deeply on the lips, turned and left.

    Impish sighed and swallowed the last of his coffee, turned into his large dragon self and flew off into the darkening sky.

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