The pressure of toiling unknown, unloved, and unsung has finally gotten to me. I can't take it anymore. So I'm revealing myself again. Here's a recent shot of me with "Petunia", my beloved Mack.
posted by The Inside Dope @ 3/14/2005
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6 Comments:
I have noticed that, yes....makes perfect sense now.
Nothing gets past my alert readers. -sigh-
My close friend Donna Shalala and I were touring the country in my old pick-up when it broke down near Hoopole, and I've been living under-cover in the area ever since. We keep busy doing this blog and plotting my run for Mike Boland's seat.
I am beginning to wonder about you Dope.
So you didn't know Jacobs' uncle had cancer...
Maybe I'd find that more believable if you weren't posting pictures making fun of Jacobs' uncle's bulimia.
You know, I gotta ask you, how could I know Jacob's uncle had cancer when I didn't even know that was Jacob's uncle to begin with? That makes it tough.
Oh, and you're thinking of my Aunt Bulimia. She's from the old country. And last I heard, she was fit as a fiddle at 115 years young. Still smoking 5 cigars a day and enjoying her Kesslers.
maybe if you weren't lying and hiding we'd trust you
Wow. I'm "lying"???!!!
That's a pretty strong accusation there, Skippy. What is The Dope lying about? Care to back it up? Cite a lie here?
Didn't think so.
And what are you talking about when you say you can't trust me?
What do you need to trust me for?
Have I posted anything that has steered you wrong? I'll let what's here stand for whether I can be trusted or not.
I can back up everything I write. If you don't want to belive me, check the sources.
And if you don't trust me as far as speaking freely or sending me things via e-mail, all I can say is that there have been many readers who have sent tips and comments. Do you see me revealing anything about them here? (or anywhere else for that matter?)
It would be stupid of me to break confidences.
So don't trust me if you want. But accusing me of lying is a dumb thing to do.
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