Run

I assume you're going to do a runner in bare feet then?

BTW - my blisters have bigger blisters than that...

Nebben'd by the light (bill)
Revved up like a deuce
Another runner in the night

You guy's if I was a really ugly depressed battle dwarf, well even I couldn't help but smile.

Oh thats right I am a really ugly depressed battle dwarf but I piss myself laughing at you lot!!

Nebben

BTW, your postcard turned up today, fanks.

Yup, $4,001,002. That's cleaned me out for the weekend, I'll have to mow another lawn now.

"Sad Blisters".  Made me think of this, from Archie Cambell on Hee Haw.  Come to think of it, this is the first time in my life that I knowingly quoted Hee-Haw. 

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Once apon a time, in a coreign fountry, there lived a geautiful birl and her name was Rindercella. Now, Rindercella lived with her mugly other and two sad blisters. Also in this same coreign fountry, there was a very prandsome hince.

Now this prandsome hince was going to have a bancy fall. And he invited the people from riles amound, especially the pich reople.
Now Rindercella's mugly other and her two sad blisters, they went out to buy some drancy fesses to wear to this bancy fall. But Rindercella couldn't go because all she had to wear were some old rirty dags.
So, finally the night of the bancy fall arrived and Rindercella couldn't go, so she just cat down and shried. And she was kitten there shrien, when all at once there appeared before her, her gairy mudfather. And he touched her with his wagic mand ... and there appeared before her, a cig boach and hix white sorses to take her to the bancy fall. But he said, "Now, Rindercella, you be sure and be home before nidmight, or I'll purn you into a tumpkin!"

When Rindercella arrived at the bancy fall, this prandsome hince met her at the door because he had been watchin' all this time behind a wooden hindow. And Rindercella and the prandsome hince nanced all dight. And they lell in fove. And all at once, the mid clock struck night. And Rindercella staced down the rairs, and just as she beached the rottom, she slopped her dripper!

So, the next day this prandsome hince went all over this coreign fountry looking for the geautiful birl who had slopped her dripper. Finally he came to Rindercella's house. Well, he tried it on her mugly other and it fidn't dit. Then he tried it on her two sigly usters and it fidn't dit. Then he tried it on Rindercella and it fid dit. It was exactly the sight rize!

So they got married and lived heverly after hapwards. Now, the storal of the mory is this: If you go to a bancy fall and you want to have a pransome hince loll in fove with you, don't forget to slop your dripper!

Archie Cambell, did he ever report on the troubles on the West Bank?