Does our "Lone Wolf" have a secret life?

[SQUACKEE]

Gabe asks Lonewolf, "If we are looking for a man in a speedo, smoking a cigarette, why dont we just drive to San Francisco?"

"Ahh, but how many of them can put a 16 lb. shot 75 feet"? asked Lonewolf.

Gabe thought for many hours in a deep meditation and finally concluded,"I have connected with the track vibes, here, there and everywhere and they all said the same thing, ...........

[SQUACKEE]

Re: cross threaded too

Earning money along the way sellingoff Gabes wet dreds as Windows(R) Cleaning Pads

:lol: Yes! Why didnt i see that?

[wineturtle]

cross threaded too

Earning money along the way sellingoff Gabes wet dreds as Windows(R) Cleaning Pads

[SQUACKEE]

Whoa. I thought it was Webb and Dorothy who trekked to Eugene and left me in the counting house.

You were hiding in Webb's hair, did i fail to mention that?

[lonewolf]

Whoa. I thought it was Webb and Dorothy who trekked to Eugene and left me in the counting house.

[SQUACKEE]

Gabe was grateful but confused, "Mr. Wolf, people always told me you wouldn't piss on me if i was on fire. They were wrong?"

"Yes they were, my soggy chum.Now are you ready to hear the real reason i have come?" asked Lonewolf.

"Are you saying it wasn't to piss on my head?" ask Gabe.

"No, i rather enjoyed that but that is not our quest. I need your help in finding a kindred spirit. He is a man much like you in some ways. The two of you have exactly what track needs, personality. The man we seek used to compete in speedo's while smoking a cigarette. Will you join me, young Gabe?"

[tandfman]

. . . that Lonewolf pissed on the Gabemeister, as he had always wanted to do. But now it was a friendly act, as it extinguished the fire.

[SQUACKEE]

I am the Gabemister, he said to his flock of dreamy eyed followers . Suddenly a spark from the campfire burst towards Gabe and turned his dreadlocks into a cauldren from hell. Gabe calmly said, I am on fire people.

Everyone got up and left the bongo playing prophet as they now saw that he was only human.

It was at that very moment........

[dakota]

From the comment pages of today's Times:

Leave the wolf alone

It's a shame that the US media and the FBI have decided to continue using the term Lone Wolf - first used by white supremacists to glamorise themselves.

To me it sounds like the title of a 1970s TV series about some hairy-chested vigilante hero. Can't someone come up with a non-flattering animal-based metaphor to describe these people?

Something a bit less Lone Wolf, and a bit more Demented Chicken.

[rasb]

Oh, Squack....
You are in such a hurry to reach the climax.....please slow down....
And no, we have never met...

[lonewolf]

After be-heading the teacher of english, to the delight of millions of illeterate scum everywhere, Dorthy and Captain Webb left Lonewolf's mansion and set out on foot, towards a little place called Eugene. They arrived in the pitch of night. ..

I haven't figured out where my mansion is presumed to be yet but that was one hell of a trek, over 2000 miles. This Webb fellow could turn out to be a promising distance runner/walker, not to mention Dorothy in her high-heeled moccasins.. and , even if they do find gas, they ain't never gonna get that schooner over the Rocky Mountains... would have better luck going back to the Mississippi and around the Horn..
They were lucky to find Eugene in the dead of night.. the bus driver from Portland airport had trouble finding it last year.

[tandfman]

After be-heading the teacher of english, to the delight of millions of illeterate scum everywhere, Dorthy and Captain Webb left Lonewolf's mansion and set out on foot, towards a little place called Eugene. They arrived in the pitch of night. They were attracted to a small campfire by the river. A man was speaking to a large group of attentive listeners. As he banged on a drum he talked funny. They called his name, over and over. He is known as...

Well it's not the X man, so it's gotta be Gabe.

[lonewolf]

More likely a red brick road. There are still a few rural brick highways in Kansas, 100+ years old, remarkably smooth and still serviceable. Just as I hope to be when I hit 100.

[SQUACKEE]

After be-heading the teacher of english, to the delight of millions of illeterate scum everywhere, Dorthy and Captain Webb left Lonewolf's mansion and set out on foot, towards a little place called Eugene. They arrived in the pitch of night. They were attracted to a small campfire by the river. A man was speaking to a large group of attentive listeners. As he banged on a drum he talked funny. They called his name, over and over. He is known as...

[rasb]

Yes, Happy Bloomsday to all, and where are you, Malmo?