Keith’s #5 to be auctioned in September

about. Are there some I don't know about, and do you have a fortune teller on pay roll to let you know which sage is likely to croak next. I mean after all I am planning on about 22 hours of flying soon, much of it over salt water infested with sharks and probably drunken pirates with several teeth missing and the rest gold capped and looking for someone they can auction off to the highest bidder. That can't be me as Colleen would probably pay them a princely sum to just keep my old sage's ass over there, probably as the wife of a large pirate named Big Pancho.

So if you would kindly let me in on some secret you have picked up recently, probably written on the wall in the only vacant bathroom at the local service station, right under "for a quick time, contact Scott Boggs" right next to the French Tickler condom machine showing a picture of a "woman" who looks strikingly like Bob Denning in pink bra and panties. And with a note under it written in bright red lipstick announcing "And half price on Thursdays". Being there are several Sages on this forum, might I ask which of us you might be referring to? And just because I am one of the oldest, that doesn't mean diddly and maybe it would be best and make the most news of a dramatic flair if the younger sages were to be chosen to bite the big one. After all old sages croak fairly often, although usually only once in their lifetimes. but it would still make more news if the younger sages would be the ones to croak. And now that I think about it, you Monsieur Boggs are getting up there near the old sage age bracket, so maybe the fortune teller was yanking your string just to watch you wet your pants when she mentioned "old sages". Did she ask for a big tip to tell you who the old sages were that just might croak in the near future. And I know she didn't get that big tip as just asking for it would have caused you to go into a shock similar to the one you had when you doubled up on your Viagra pills. How did that ever turn out, by the way. Betcha you had a place to hang your hat for a couple of hours.
Anyway, if you hear from the old fortune teller concerning the sages croaking let me know as soon as you can. Maybe I can cancel that flight in September.

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