Mailbag and Tailgate Story

A couple of keepers from the mailbag. First, from a political email thread in September.

Sent: Thursday, September 11, 2008 9:01:50 A.M. To: rhodes22-list@rhodes22.org Subject: [Rhodes22-list] Brad, now my turn: Brad, now my turn: tell me how she differs from George. something? - anything? ss

Sent: Thursday, September 11, 2008 9:18 AM To: rhodes22-list@rhodes22.org Subject: Re: [Rhodes22-list] Brad, now my turn: Stan, In case your eyeglasses are a little foggy this morning, she has cute perky breasts. Rummy

Shelly has been sending me the occasional link from overheardinnewyork.com. This one came with a comment.

This reminded me of Stacie and the "no meat for the brown dog incident" From: "Williams, Shelly" Date: Tue, 2 Sep 2008 17:23:43 -0400 To: Subject: Overheard in New York California's Almost Far Enough Hippie woman: Ma'am, what did you just feed my dog? Elderly woman: A treat. Hippie woman: What was it? Was it meat? Elderly woman: Well, not really, it was a sausage. Hippie woman: What is wrong with you?! My dog is a vegetarian! What if he had a food allergy?! Elderly woman: Right. Go away. --Thompson Square Park Dog Run

I had my own overheardinnewyork moment when we were there a couple of weekends ago.

Hipster dude on cell phone: First you said 30 days. Then you said two months. I would fuck you right now! -- Park Avenue South

It's not really that funny on its own, but it would definitely make the site if I wasn't too lazy to send it in.

You might be wondering about Stacie's "incident" that Shelly references. First of all, "The brown dog" was Jeeves, who was often left out of play by Lili, Shelly's two dogs, and Staicie's other dog, who all happened to share a mainly black and white color scheme. We postulated that he was an ethnic outcast -- a dog version of a Mexican kid that the others didn't want to play with. And I started calling him "Heeves," because that's how a Mexican might pronounce it if they tried to sound it out.

On to the incident. Picture a tailgate party at LSU. We're under a goup of tents, and there are ten thousand other people within reach.

Stacie spies some woman giving her dogs some treats. She jumps out of her chair like someone had just set her ass on fire and sprinted full-bore toward the nice lady.

As she sprinted, she was screaming like a maniac. "NO MEAT FOR THE BROWN DOG! NO MEAT FOR THE BROWN DOG!"

Also, her hair turned into snakes.