Well, old PassieAnnie just crawled out from beneath his bridge.  He looked around that internet webs and decided to spread moare of his old Troll Screed.  He’s posting reviews of books he ain’t never yet read.  Then he plays a guessing game with this old cuss.  He squirms around a mite and can’t say anythin coherent even (hehe bet you didn’t think I cud use a big word like coherent.).

So PassieAnnie gets his bluff called and my hound dog, he snarls a bit at this, and then PassieAnnie’s gotta call for reinforcements.  So out of the woodwork crawls this here minister of the old religion.  And minister Culvertmoss he reads out the crowd, including old Rusted Nails there and old Slow Bessie.   Everyone gets their panties in a snag and flounders for a bit.

Now Minister Culvertmoss makes his excuses and his apologies and seems to have gotten itself straightened out like a cast iron wedge pipe.

Then old Slow Bessie makes another of her odd posts and Rusted Nails discusses it with her over a bottle of whiskey.  By the time they all was finished the internetwebs had gotten fairly strange.  Ayup.

And old PassieAnnie’s not happy at all and he’s calling folks figgity fannies right and left.  Ayup, he was.

But don’t you worry.  The old cuss here is going to get through it all with flags and banners waving about her donkey.