Pam

PAM has named each of his hunting knifes.

Pam wonders if vanishing cream would work on her boyfriend.

PAM should offer to try the experiment on himself, being the helpful person that I know he is! :)

Pam calls his favorite knife "Possumsbane."

PAM hids under the bed every time he hears thunder.

Pam keeps crawfish under her pillow in case she gets peckish during the night.

When PAM gets peckish he makes a collard green sandwich.

PAM is the same old furry, lovable Grover as ever!

Pam doesn't see why you even have to roast the damn possum.

PAM prefers to stir martinis

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.