Pam

Pam can shake a martini for me. Very dry. Two olives. Chop chop.

PAM should know that Southern people like fried chicken, corn on the cob, taters and gravy, biscuits, collard greens, etc.... But we don't eat possum or raccoons. Squirrels, rabbits, deer, grouse, pheasant, wild duck, even groundhogs. NO POSSUM, NO RACCOON!

SERIOUS THOUGHT

During this time of sorrow because some prejudiced loser had to go shoot up a Black Church in the South after they had welcomed him to their Bible study, I ask all of my friends, as a show of respect, to not post anymore Southern comments about me. I was raised to respect people of all races and the street I grew up on was mixed about half white, half black. We helped each other, played at each others' house, and ate at each others' tables. This was in Marion, VA extreme SW and in the mountains in the late sixties early seventies. I abhor people who commit hate crimes against anyone one. You may have a right to feel the way you like but you cannot infringe on others' lives. Thanks.

Uncle Pen

The Pam thread will now take a break while everyone sort of gets a grip.

PAM picks his nose and eats it.

Pam saves time by simply eating her nose.

PAM saves his toenail clippings and gives them as presents.

Pam glues favorite balls of navel lint in a scrapbook.

The PAM has a mounted white rabbit suit as a trophy on his bedroom wall...

PAM using lines and gestures from the Godfather movies when negotiating all pedestrian matters.

Pam plays James Bond music on his cellphone whenever he enters a room.

PAM still tells kids, "go play cowboys and indians" to the chagrin of the neighbors.

Pam is a Native American giver.

PAM is a man of refinement and taste

Pam figured California is the place he oughtta be, so he loaded up the truck and he moved to Beverly

PAM charges windmills with a lance on horseback

PAM went on a three hour tour.

Pam's imagination isn't good enough to tilt at windmills, he's a mere horse holder

PAM know's darn well I'm a chick!

Pam's favorite castaway is Mrs Howell.

PAM could have been a contenduh...

Pam is coo coo for cocoa puffs!

Silly PAM, Trix are for kids.

Pam is known as the fifth Monkee.

PAM is the fifth member of The Banana Splits, Bum the White Rabbit!

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Pam spent much of her youth with a hooka-smoking caterpillar

PAM spends his adulthood smoking a hooka and talking of starting a hippy commune (the caterpillar is not present).

Pam spends all his money on hookahs.

PAM has expensive hookahs and brings them and says to guests, "sit indian style, and try the Hindi Sweet Tabacco, it'll take you to a whole new place."

Pam's hookahs knock on his hotel room door late at night.

PAM watches Easy Rider and says "I used to do that kind of stuff, it was a crazy time, hell, I remember once in........"

Pam stuffs caterpillars into a hookah because he can't figure out how else to smoke them.

(Pam is really into hookahs). OK refresh: PAM often describes himself as Kafkaesque

One morning, when Pam woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a hooka-smoking caterpillar.

PAM calls the kettle black and uses the pot to make tea, it's the craziest thing.

Pam boils green tea in his black kettle, puts pot in his hooka, listens to Grace Slick on the radio, and tries to remember what he did with the 'h' that belongs at the end of his hooka.

PAM eats spinich 'cuz it ''makes him strong'' - a mantra he has never droppped.

PAM is on an anti alcohol and cigarette campaign

PAM is has been with Litnet for just about 10 years.

Pam has an invisible friend called Captain Howdy.