Leprechaun Laughs # 353 for Wednesday August 10th 2016


Lethal sits shaded beneath a palm tree under a large plantation owners style hat eyes closed in what can only be described from the look on his face as  melancholy reverie. A closer looks reveals both his ears sporting noise canceling ear buds and an ancient iPod in his tasteful Hawaiian Shirt pocket. Looking about furtively and failing to notice the flashing light on the camera he produces a large handkerchief, dabs at the tears in his eye before blowing his nose. As the handkerchief lowers he suddenly spots the camera’s blinking red light. Sighing, he returns it to his pocket, pauses the iPod, and pulls an ear bud from one of his ears.

I see you caught me in me mourning the passing of yet another o’ the great ones. Seems lately all I’m doing is announcing for whom the bell has tolled. Sorry I was nae waitin’ on ye but I’ve been sittin’ here doing my own private version of a proper New Orleans funeral as best I’m able to honor the passin’ o a great talent I’ve had the pleasure of seeing live more than a couple o’ times in my life..

Lethal seems as though he might be on the verge of actually breaking down.

You’ll read about it shortly I’m sure. Mean time (sniff) let’s be gittin ta the issue shall we? Off with ya then ‘tis later I’ll be joining you after I’m proper company again and the heat index isn’t literally lethal (above 110 degrees heat index).

Oh, one last wee thing. If the issue looks off at all today or isn’t me best layout work I apologize. My Logitech M570 wireless trackball apparently suffered a near  catastrophic failure of the left click button. Certain things I can do with it but most of the layout work is impossible with it in its current condition. This is the second one to fail me in 3 years. As a result I’m stuck largely relying on the touch pad on the lap top which I hate and make a point of never using for anything serious.

Now if you’d be so kind as to excuse me I’ve the memory of a musical legend to finish paying me respects to.

Just before the camera fades out you see Lethal put the ear bud back in, press PLAY on the iPod and resume sitting with eye closed looking very sad.





I’m down with that. Ladies, sign up for your preferred mornings in the comments section!


Mos Eisley Kazoo Orchestra takes on the Star Wars Theme



Yeah it’s probably a wee late for buying this, but the more Trump runs his ego, the more Republicans self destruct to get at him for refusing to play their game and the looming specter of at least 4 more years of Democratic debauchery and criminal Clinton mayhem in the Whitehouse have me hurriedly reaching for may wallet and fervently wishing for a third alternative.


This kind of crap by a rabid liberal cartoonist who has never met a conservative that he had anything positive to say about just goes to show how desperate the Dems are and how low they will sink in a Presidential election. More on this thought later

A Harley biker is riding by the zoo in Washington, DC when he sees a little girl leaning into the lion’s cage. Suddenly, the lion grabs her by the collar of her jacket and tries to pull her inside to slaughter her, under the eyes of her screaming parents.

The biker jumps off his Harley, runs to the cage and hits the lion square on the nose with a powerful punch.
Whimpering from the pain the lion jumps back letting go of the girl, and the biker brings her to her terrified parents, who thank him endlessly. A reporter has watched the whole event.

The reporter addressing the Harley rider says, ‘Sir, this was the most gallant and brave thing I’ve seen a man do in my whole life.’

The Harley rider replies, ‘Why, it was nothing, really, the lion was behind bars. I just saw this little kid in danger and acted as I felt right.’

The reporter says, ‘Well, I’ll make sure this won’t go unnoticed. I’m a journalist, you know, and tomorrow’s paper will have this story on the front page… So, what do you do for a living and what political affiliation do you have?’

The biker replies, I’m a U.S. Marine and a Republican.

The journalist leaves.

The following morning the biker buys the paper to see if it indeed brings news of his actions, and reads, on the front page:


…and THAT, my friends, pretty well sums up the media’s approach to the news these days…



Pete Fountain, a Clarinetist Known for His High-Spirited New Orleans Jazz, Is Dead at 86

Pete Fountain, virtuoso Dixieland jazz clarinetist, who brought the traditional jazz of his native New Orleans to a national audience through frequent appearances on the Lawrence Welk and Johnny Carson television shows, died Saturday, August 6, 2016, of heart failure, according to multiple news sources, he was 86.

He had been in hospice care, his son-in-law and manager, Benny Harrell, told The Associated Press.

Known almost as much for his wit and easy-going personality as his smooth tone and hot licks when playing the clarinet, Fountain embodied the swinging good-time image of his native New Orleans. He entertained generations of jazz fans both in person and on his many television appearances.

Mr. Fountain was a mainstay of the New Orleans music scene for more than six decades, a familiar sight at Mardi Gras and the annual Jazz and Heritage Festival. And the appeal of his high-spirited brand of Dixieland stretched far beyond New Orleans, especially after he began appearing on “The Lawrence Welk Show” in 1957.

In 1957 Fountain was hired by Lawrence Welk as a featured soloist on “The Lawrence Welk Show.” This exposed him to a national audience, and he was well received, but as Fountain wrote later in his autobiography, “A Closer Walk with Pete Fountain,” “Champagne and bourbon don’t mix well.” Welk was upset by Fountain jazzing up his rendition of “Silver Bells” during a Christmas show, and the clarinetist left the show in 1959. In later years he was also a frequent guest on Mr. Carson’s “Tonight Show.

Fountain returned to New Orleans and with additional notoriety opened his own club in the French Quarter. He also played with The Dukes of Dixieland for a time. He recorded a single, “Just a Closer Walk with Thee,” which charted on the Billboard Hot 100 in 1960 and became his signature tune. It later inspired the title of his autobiography.

Peter Dewey Fountain Jr. was born in New Orleans on July 3, 1930, and was exposed from an early age to the lively small-group jazz that was an integral part of that city’s atmosphere. Inspired by Benny Goodman and the New Orleans clarinetist Irving Fazola — and by a family doctor who recommended that he learn a wind instrument to strengthen his weak lungs — he began playing clarinet at age 12. Before he was out of his teens, he had become a familiar presence in the nightclubs on Bourbon Street, often in bands alongside trumpeter Al Hirt. In a 1979 television interview the two recalled working as exterminators to make ends meet during those early years.

He was also a founding member of the Half-Fast Walking Club, one of the Mardi Gras marching Krewes which help to organize and support carnival activities in the city.

As well as being a local fixture in New Orleans, he kept his national profile high by appearing on “The Tonight Show with Johnny Carson” 58 times over the years.

Fountain is survived by his wife, Beverly, three children, six grandchildren and five great grandchildren.

Pete Fountain – Closer Walk With Thee/Amazing Grace

Pete playing the song that went gold for him in the 60s, ‘Just A Closer Walk With Thee’. He puts ‘Amazing Grace’ in the middle of this version.




You know, it seems to me like three year olds and dragons use the exact same decision making tree as cats. Just saying…


Molly experiences this every time she drags a textbook out to study although our cats are high tech, they see tablets and Kindles as books as well and therefore in much need of rubbing on.





Best Shifter Ever!



That’s ‘Smiley’. He’s my Legal Council of Record here in Leprechonia.

Pete Fountain – Basin Street Blues



We have a T-shirt/Beach Apparel shop up and running now too. Pictured here is one of my suggestions for T-shirts which I’m happy to say we can’t keep on the shelves. No Impish, it doesn’t come in ‘Big Top Tent’ size.


OK somebody get Ginny mummified in that bubble wrap right quick please, but make sure she at least has use of her mouse hand. Good, now carefully lower her prone on that futon mat on the floor, that’s it. Now lets block her so her can’t roll off it with those body pillows. Excellent! Looks like we might be ready to proceed. Whoops! Nope. Need the disclaimer first before getting down to it.


Those of you with bad hearts, diabetes, weak knees, no will power or on restricted/reduced caloric intake diets will may want to scroll past this next part.

DL/LL Digital Media, Lethal Leprechaun and Impish Dragon categorically refuse to accept any responsibility for the consequences of your actions for failing to heed the above warning. Black Lives Matter circular bullshit type logic don’t play here. ALL LIVES MATTER and everyone (of legal age) assumes responsibility for their own actions here.


Peach Streusel Slab Pie

There are two great things about this summer slab pie: It serves a big crowd and you don’t have to roll out the dough.

Total Time: 1 hr 25 min
Prep: 25 min
Cook: 1 hr
Yield: 15 servings
Level: Easy


2 sticks (1 cup) unsalted butter, at room temperature and cut into small pieces, plus more for greasing the baking sheet
3 cups all-purpose flour
2/3 cup confectioners’ sugar
1/2 teaspoon kosher salt

3 pounds peaches (about 6 peaches), cut into 1/2-inch wedges
1 1/2 cups firmly packed light brown sugar
Juice of 1 lemon
3 tablespoons cornstarch
2 teaspoons pure vanilla extract
1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
1/2 teaspoon kosher salt
1/4 teaspoon freshly grated nutmeg

3/4 cup all-purpose flour
1/2 cup sliced skin-on almonds
1/2 cup firmly packed light brown sugar
6 tablespoons unsalted butter, melted
1/4 teaspoon kosher salt


 Special equipment: a rimmed 10-by-15-inch baking sheet

Adjust a rack to the bottom third of the oven and preheat the oven to 375 degrees F.

Grease the bottom and sides of a rimmed 10-by-15-inch baking sheet with butter.

For the dough: Combine the butter, flour, confectioners’ sugar and salt in a food processor and process until the mixture comes together in a solid mass (this may take a few minutes). Drop pieces of the dough all over the prepared baking sheet. Use your fingers to press the dough evenly along the bottom and about 1/2 inch up the sides of the pan, filling any gaps. Set aside.

For the filling: Toss together the peaches, brown sugar, lemon juice, cornstarch, vanilla, cinnamon, salt and nutmeg in a large bowl until the cornstarch dissolves. Transfer the filling onto the crust and spread in an even layer. Bake for 30 minutes.

For the streusel: While the pie bakes, make the streusel topping by combining the flour, almonds, brown sugar, melted butter and salt in a small bowl until evenly moistened.

Remove the pie from the oven and sprinkle the streusel evenly over the filling. Return the pie to the oven and bake until the topping is golden brown and the filling is bubbly, 25 to 30 minutes more. (If the crust browns too quickly during baking, cover the pie loosely with foil.)

Let the pie cool. Serve warm or at room temperature.

imageMocha Chocolate Icebox Cake

Total Time: 8 hr 25 min
Prep: 25 min
Inactive: 8 hr
Yield: 8 servings
Level: Easy



2 cups cold heavy cream
12 ounces Italian mascarpone cheese
1/2 cup sugar
1/4 cup Kahlua liqueur
2 tablespoons unsweetened cocoa powder
1 teaspoon instant espresso powder
1 teaspoon pure vanilla extract
3 8 -ounce packages Bake Shop style chocolate chip cookies
Shaved semisweet chocolate, for garnish



In the bowl of an electric mixer fitted with the whisk attachment, combine the heavy cream, mascarpone, sugar, Kahlua, cocoa powder, espresso powder and vanilla. Mix on low speed to combine and then slowly raise the speed until it forms firm peaks.

To assemble the cake, arrange chocolate chip cookies flat in an 8-inch springform pan, covering the bottom as much as possible. (I break some cookies to fill in the spaces.)

Spread a fifth of the mocha whipped cream evenly over the cookies. Place another layer of cookies on top, lying flat and touching, followed by another fifth of the cream. Continue layering cookies and cream until there are five layers of each, ending with a layer of cream.

Smooth the top, cover with plastic wrap, and refrigerate overnight.

Run a small sharp knife around the outside of the cake and remove the sides of the pan.

Sprinkle the top with the chocolate, cut in wedges and serve cold

 OK let’s have a Ginny check please? Moaning and thrashing about? Ok we’ve got one left to go time to deploy the duct tape. Tape that bubble wrap cocoon down tight so she can’t possibly hurt herself.

Deep breaths now Ginny and try to remain calm, this next one is the tough one because its five variations of a classic recipe in one..

5 Unique S’more Ideas


Caramel Nut S’mores
Extra creamy thanks to the caramel and extra crunchy thanks to the nuts – you’ll definitely be going back for seconds. These s’mores each include two pecan halves, one soft caramel, a square of dark chocolate and a toasted marshmallow sandwiched between two graham crackers. You’ll get the best flavor if you toast the pecans first. Simply heat them in a dry skillet over medium heat, stirring frequently, for 5 minutes or until they’re fragrant and start to brown. Then assemble your s’mores, wrapping each one in aluminum foil and heating on the grill for 3-5 minutes or until the marshmallow and caramel are melted to perfection.


PB&J S’mores
Lunchbox meets campfire in this ultimate comfort food s’more. A PB&J s’more uses a chocolate peanut butter cup in place of traditional milk chocolate for added sweetness and peanut buttery goodness. A few slices of strawberry offer jam-like flavor. These s’mores are actually best made on the grill because it gives the strawberry slices time to soften and melts the peanut butter cup. Simply assemble your s’mores using two graham crackers, one marshmallow, one to two strawberry slices and one peanut butter cup for each. Wrap them individually in aluminum foil and grill for 2-3 minutes or until they’re melted.


Tropical S’mores
Give your s’mores a Tahitian twist with tropical fruit and just a hint of spice. These tropical s’mores feature grilled pineapple dusted with cinnamon, white chocolate and a marshmallow sandwiched between two graham crackers. Start by slicing your cored and skinned pineapple into ½” slices and sprinkle cinnamon over each slice. Grill for 1-2 minutes on each side or until grill marks appear. Chop the slices into 2″ pieces, toast your marshmallow and assemble the rest of your s’more. Close your eyes, picture yourself by the ocean and enjoy!

Lavender S’mores
Want a gourmet twist on the classic s’more? Look no further – a lavender s’more is sure to impress even the most distinguished foodie. Start by preparing your lavender-infused marshmallow: simply heat a cup of mini-marshmallows in the microwave for 10 seconds until they begin to puff, then fold in 2 tablespoons of corn syrup and 2 tablespoons of dried lavender. Assemble your s’more by placing a square of white chocolate on a warmed sugar cookie. Add a dollop of lavender-infused marshmallow and a sprinkle of lavender, then top your s’more with a second cookie. Sweet, satisfying and sophisticated.

I like going over the top by using chopped macadamia nut sugar cookies.

Funky Monkey S’mores
Toasty marshmallow, creamy banana and extra cocoa flavor? Yes, please! The funky monkey s’more uses dark chocolate and chocolate graham crackers for an extra cocoa fix, and it gets an added burst of sweetness from creamy caramelized banana. Start by chopping your banana into ½” slices, then grill the slices on a grilling pan for 1-2 minutes or until they’re just tender. Toast your marshmallow and assemble your s’mores, layering dark chocolate, banana and your marshmallow between two chocolate graham crackers. You can also make these s’mores on the grill, individually wrapped in aluminum foil, to give the banana a little extra time to cook. Your kids will go bananas, and you’ll be jonesing for an extra s’more, too

Grilling bananas is WAY easier if you thread them on 2 round or 1 flat skewer side ways. Cut slices on a bias to make this easier and cover the entire chocolate graham cracker with grilled banana goodness.

Well how did Ginny fare over this last one? Ginny? Gin? What’s that wet spot  under her cheek that’s spreading? Get the laptop away from it! CLEAN UP ASILE GINNY! Drool puddle. Better put the pillow in a plastic bag and a hand towel over that before you slide it under her head. We’ll just let her sleep her dessert coma off.



Pete Fountain – When The Saints Go Marching In




Please note: The highlighting italics, bold print, underlining emphasis and/or colored font are my way of calling attention to key ideas in the article below and not the work of the author.

My sole editorial comment is show inside of bars “[ ]” in green with my initials after it.

Norm Pattis: Parents undone by grief aren’t public policy spokesmen — they are political pawns

The decision to have Khizr Khan address the Democrats’ national convention at the coronation of Hillary Clinton was a stroke of genius. Who better to take aim at Donald Trump on the topic of Muslim immigration?

Humayun Khan, Mr. Khan’s son, was a captain in the United States Army. He stepped in front of a suicide bomber in Iraq in 2004, sacrificing his own life to save the lives of those he commanded. For this he was awarded a Purple Heart and a Bronze Star — high honors for bravery in the United States military.

The Khan family are also Muslim.

So Mr. Khan was contacted, vetted, and prepared to take the stage at the Democratic convention. His sole qualifying characteristics were his religion, the valor of his son, and his willingness to follow the recommendations of his handlers about how to address Donald Trump, the Republican nominee for president.

Khan hit a homerun.

He denounced Trump, even removing from his jacket pocket a copy of the United States Constitution, struggling in an endearing sort of way to pronounce “United” without the addition of an extra syllable. Had Trump ever read the Constitution? Khan — or the person who wrote his remarks — told the world he doubted Trump had.

Trump, Khan told the world, sacrificed nothing. Mr. Khan and his wife, by contrast, lost a much-loved son.

It was perfect, absolutely perfect: A Muslim hero losing his life to a suicide bomber. The war on terror has nothing to do with Islam, Mr. Trump. See! My son’s blood is as red as yours.

Who would dare criticize Mr. Khan, draped, as he was, in the loss of his son?

Trump, of course.

First, the Republican took a swipe at the Khan couple. Mrs. Khan stood silently by, unable, or afraid, to speak — no doubt silenced by a religion that makes women into second-class citizens, Trump insinuated.

Outrageous, the critics contended. Mrs. Khan then explained, in a published op-ed piece, she was afraid to speak — she could not speak — because speaking of her son moves her to tears. Another perfect moment for the Democrats.

In the days that followed, Mr. Khan became a folk hero, making the rounds of the national television shows. Visitors even flocked to Arlington National Cemetery to pay homage to Humayun.

Then came critics who contended that Trump had disrespected veterans. Families who lose a child on active duty are Gold Star parents. They get special recognition for their loss. They have made the “ultimate sacrifice” and are entitled to deference.

They are entitled to deference. Losing a child in active military duty is an unbearable loss.

But when a Gold Star family member accepts the invitation of a political party to take to the pulpit and take aim at the opposing party’s nominee for president, the family member sheds that deference. Mr. Khan is no victim, however insensitive, even stupid, some of Trump’s remarks in response may have been.

Mr. Khan let himself be used by the Democrats; if some Republicans now misuse him, he doesn’t get to crawl beneath a Gold Star shell and claim it’s all unfair.

Just why both parties thought the national debate about public policy was served by parading the parents of dead children across their respective stages is beyond me. It represents some deep, Oprah-like stain, the dumbing down of debate in the name of raw feeling. [Actually it’s not beyond me it’s politics and campaign strategy at its disgustingly absolute worst and mud slinging lowest.- L.L]

The Republicans called to their convention the mothers of folks killed in the violence in Benghazi and by illegal immigrants. The Democrats countered by calling the mothers of black men killed by police.

Shame on both parties.

Parents undone by grief aren’t public policy spokesmen. They are political pawns. Playing with this passionate fire is the same sort of mistake the courts make when they ask victims to comment on what justice requires in a criminal case.

“No one can be a judge in their own case,” an ancient legal maxim has it.

Amen. Asking those unstrung by grief to see clearly is asking too much.

I don’t know whether Khzir Khan himself has ever read the United States Constitution, although I suspect he’s read at least some portions of it. He is, after all, a graduate of the Harvard Law School. As a lawyer, he surely knows almost every clause of the document is contested terrain in the ideological warfare that moves the courts.

The Constitution is not Scripture. It doesn’t define a creed that demands the same sort of allegiance folks give to their Bibles or Qurans — it’s a document about means, not ends.

As near as I can tell, there are no reported cases of suicide bombers inspired by the due process clause. And I’ve missed the press accounts of Baptists shooting up nightclubs or concert halls.

But I have not missed the press reports about the threat posed by radical Islam. I am wary of the Muslim world. So is Donald Trump. I like that about Trump.

Trump erred in going after the Khans; he is seemingly incapable of walking away from a fight — any fight, no matter how low the stakes. The far better course would have been for Trump to respect the Khans’ loss and to refocus the discussion.

“Yes, they lost a son, a hero, who sacrificed his life to protect his men,” he should have said.

“He was protecting his men from a suicide bomber from a region in the world rife with violence. Let’s be careful about opening our borders to folks from that region. Radical Islam killed this young Muslim man. It has taken aim at us, too.”

There’s a good chance some of the last words Capt. Khan heard before he died in Iraq were “Allahu Akbar” — the suicide bomber’s tribute to a savage vision of God. His father can tell us all day long that is a mere prayer. That’s the sort of willful blindness that gets folks killed.

Beatifying the parents of a dead soldier does nothing to combat radical Islam.

Khizr Khan’s energies would be better spent persuading his co-religionists that radical Islam is a worldwide cancer.

Move on, Mr. Trump. Radical Islam remains a threat, no matter how maudlin the remarks of Khzir Khan. The Khans made themselves into a regrettable sideshow.

Norm Pattis, a criminal defense and civil rights lawyer with offices in Bethany and New Haven, blogs at www.pattisblog.com.

Well while you might just be starting your day there, it’s rather late here, I’m a wee bit in me cups from drinking more than a few Sazerac cocktails in tribute to Pete Fountain.

I’m sure you’re wondering why he was so important to me. My parents had a Best Of album of his in the early 70’s and it was from listening to it that I got an important life message early on in my life that has had a lot to do with who I became and the life I’ve led. At the time I was reading Tolkien in secret as my father strongly disapproved of my fondness for reading science fiction or fantasy. He called it escapism and said if I wanted to read I should be reading my school books or books related to my school work otherwise I should be working in the yard or at some other such chore so he wouldn’t have to do it.

One of Tolkien’s key messages/theme repeated often in his works is the famous quote “Not all who wander are lost.” It was during this time period I heard Pete’s rendition of ‘Make Your Own Kind of Music”, a song made popular by The Mommas & The Pappas. Pete’s version of the song led me to obtain a 45 (remember those?) of the Mommas & Poppas version. From that I committed the lyrics to memory and would sing them in my head silently every time I heard the song or every time my father went off on my reading  Science Fiction or Fantasy books. Tolkien and the song’s message resonated within me and I knew it to be a great truth. I have always lived my life by that code and tried to teach it to others with greater and lesser degrees of success.

Anyway that’s going to have to be all for now. I see Thursday has my bed turned down and is waiting for me hoping for an early start on her day no doubt.

Until next week by which time I should have had my new mouse (not a trackball this time) and relearned how to use a mouse properly, (I’ve used strictly trackballs for well over 25 years now) but should have figured out all the controls and programing for the alleged 11 possible buttons  as well.


About lethalleprechaun

I believe in being the kind of man who, when my feet touch the floor in the morn', causes the Devil to say "BUGGER ME! HIMSELF IS UP!" ======== I'm a White Married Heterosexual who fervently believes in the war(s) we are fighting, the Second Amendment which I plan on defending with my last breath and my last round of ammunition as well as Arizona's stringent law on Immigration and the need for the border wall. I'm a right of center Con-centrist with Tea Party & Republican sympathies who drives an SUV. I am a Life Time Member of the NRA, a Charter Member of the Patriots' Border Alliance and North American Hunters Association. If there is a season for it and I can shoot one I'll eat it and proudly wear its fur. I believe PETA exists solely to be a forum for Gays, Vegetarians, Hollywood snobbery to stupid to get into politics and Soybean Growers. The ACLU stopped protecting our civil liberties sometime after the 1960s and now serves its own bigoted headline grabbing agenda much in the same way as the Southern Poverty Law Center. I am ecstatic that WE the PEOPLE finally got mad enough to rise up and take back the Government from WE the ENTITLED and reverently wish the Liberals would just get over the loss and quit whining/protesting all the time. After all they're just reaping what they've sown. I am Pro-choice both when it comes to the issue of abortion AND school prayer. I believe in a government for the people, by the people which represents and does the people's will. Therefore I an Pro States rights and mandatory term limits but against special interest group campaign contributions and soft money. I think that sports teams who allow their players to sit or take a knee during the National Anthem should be boycotted until the message is received that this is not acceptable behavior for role models for children. I believe Congressional salaries should be voted on bi-annually by the people they represent and not by themselves. I think Congress should be subject to every law they pass on the populace including any regarding Social Security or Healthcare. Speaking of the Healthcare bill (or con job as I see it) I hope Trump will overturn it and set things back to normal. I oppose the building of an Mosque or ANY Islamic center at or within a 10 mile radius of Ground Zero in New York. I will fight those in favor of this until hell freezes over and then I will continue to fight it hand to hand on the ice. Further I think the ban on immigrants from certain nations known to harbor and promote terrorism is a justified measure, at least until we can come up with better methods of vetting and tracking those non citizens we allow in the country. We did not inflict this measure on them those who refuse to point out, denounce or fight radical religious terrorism brought this upon themselves.
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8 Responses to Leprechaun Laughs # 353 for Wednesday August 10th 2016

  1. lethalleprechaun says:

    I think the correct phraseology Impish (knowing your and my proclivities all too well)
    is IF we get to heaven!

    • impishdragon says:

      Well, you have to admit that among our proclivities we have helping other people, an incredible support for our military, police, fire, and all first responders, making people laugh, telling the straight and honest truth, trying to help our fellow man with showing them the truth, and …. okay …. yeah, we’re probably not destined for heaven.

      • lethalleprechaun says:

        Look on the bright side pal, we’ll be together eternally and have a million happy memories and stories.
        Beside it might not be so bad, I’m 1/2 way to taking over the management of hell already!

  2. Ginny says:

    You want to know my “preferred mornings”…..Paul K whispering….Gin, Sweetie, Hon….your breakfast is on the table with your coffee. I know, I have a better chance of getting hit with a lightning bolt. I felt your pain when your had to resort to the touch pad. I too prefer the good old MOUSE. You did an outstanding job being mouseless! Thanks for the several references of your deadly summer desserts. Two weeks in a row….are you trying to do me in? Of course I copied and pasted for future reference. I agree also with out beloved Mr. Trump…..he shoots himself in the foot every time. I too agree with your outlook regarding the gold star family. SHAME ON BOTH PARTIES. Thanks for the fun and laughs….loved everything!

    • lethalleprechaun says:

      I’d love to be able to give you your preferred morning Gin, but there are limits to even my magical abilities.

      • Ginny says:

        Well a girl can dream and hope it would happen someday…..

      • lethalleprechaun says:

        Oh I quite agree. For example I dream of teaching Impish table manners and actually having him use them

      • impishdragon says:

        I’ve got table manners!!!
        Well, I know that manors have tables.
        Doesn’t that count?
        Great issue my brother. I enjoyed it from one end to the other, especially the musical choices. The arts lost an incredible talent. But just imagine what we’re in store for when we get to heaven! What a band that will be!

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