In Re Pater Arcanae.
IRIS has tendered to the god-Consul the intelligence that celebrations have been afoot hereabouts with regard to my recent absence. It does not displease me to inform all y'all that I am still here. Tough!
I have been tending to taxes , the felonies of my brokerage house and other baloney.
Easter went well. We had a little rain here in America. Nothing to really talk about.
I am illegitimate uncle to a 16 year old nymph. She's a junior Rockette or something like that. So I attended her Sweet Sixteen party. The girls were gorgeous. The guys looked like ragamuffins. Naturally, a gaggle of these Chicks fell hopelessly in love with me. Kisses of all sorts galore. Since I can't stand the boom-boom-boom of their noise, I settled in with my Scotch friend at the bar. The to-do was held at an Elk's club. My gregarious nature produced an invitation to join up with the herds of Elks - naturally.
Capt. Blackadder, Ret'd
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