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Ms. Mary Jo Pehl responds. [UPDATED! Riff-off challenge accepted!!]

May 27th, 2008 by Bill Corbett · 46 Comments

I demanded an apology.

Ms. Mary Jo Pehl sort of supplied one. I assume it’s to me, since it’s linked here… but apparently I am still He Who Must Not Be Named, like Voldemort (d’oh! named him!! sorry!!!).

    Voldemort

    IN HAPPIER DAYS: ME-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, as a child.

The key passages:

    “I’m sorry that your life is so little and you have nothing better to do with your time than arrange your Hello Kitty plush characters and demand random apologies.”

This is a common misconception about we collectors of Hello Kitty plush characters. In fact, our hobby makes our lives meaningful and expansive. Myself, and my Hello Kitty plush characters, are living a HUGE life together, Ms. Jo Pehl. (They agree with me about that, FYI.)

    “And yes, I am sorry that I didn’t use my turn signal on the exit ramp that fine June day in 1997 when you were following me to Sabarro’s for lunch because you didn’t know where it was.”

Well, that’s a start. That action of yours 11 years ago was an attack on my very person, since my very person is fond of lunch.

    “There. Is your life healed now?”

NO! Because you haven’t addressed perhaps the biggest of your many, many offenses, Ms. Jo P. Which is as follows:

Remember that party we both attended, at that guy’s, some period of time ago in the recent or distant past? Yes, THAT party. I remember very well, as you graciously helped our host clean up from the mess I’d made by crashing into the hors’ dourves table, after a tad too much absinthe, when you looked in my direction and said I was a “bad riffer.”

Yes, OK, maybe — maybe! — you were just looking past me, towards the closet, and asking the host if he “had a Swiffer.” But my Hello Kitty plush toys think you were dissing my riffing prowess — and since, unlike you, they’re in their original packaging, I’m inclined to believe them.

So, Ms. Mary J. P.: an apology will no longer do. I demand a riff-off.

You’ve gotten awfully highfallutin’ lately, private-jetting around the world with the Original Originators who Originally Originated the Origin of All Things; eating your fancy “submarine sandwiches” (la de DAH!!), “kettle” chips, and gourmet cranberry juice; riffing for royalty, barons of industry, and headliners at Branson.

But you must answer my challenge, madam. Honor demands it. Will you agree to a Riff-Off?

HK collection

WE look forward to your answer.

***

UPDATE UPDATE UPDATE!

Mary Jo Pehl has accepted my offer. Stay tuned. Stay VERY tuned.

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46 responses so far ↓

  • 1 dignan on May 27, 2008 at 9:06 am

    I will say that pizza is good, and that any missed opportunity to eat pizza is a crime indeed. I wish you well on your Riff-Off!

  • 2 Kleenex on May 27, 2008 at 9:10 am

    Oooh! It’s ON! MJ just got served!

  • 3 Ninjew on May 27, 2008 at 9:38 am

    I think there should definitely be a riff-off.

    Have it as an event at Comic-Con this year.

    If Mary-Jo wins, Bill has to wear a leather biker outfit, with a pink T-shirt that says “I’m Mary-Jo Pehl’s bitch”.

    If Bill wins, Mary-Jo has to wear an “I dream of Jeannie” outfit carrying a sign saying “Bill Corbett is My Master”.

    Let’s get it on…

  • 4 Queen Shadowrama on May 27, 2008 at 10:00 am

    Oh man, this is really gonna happen. If Mary Jo declines or refuses to respond, it’s going to make her and the Original Originators who Originally Originated the Origin of All Things look like a bunch of wussies. And that can’t be good for their fledgling boat building business!

    Way to go Bill! Riff the pants off of her, because if she has to crawl back defeated, that means her sleepy-eyed leader might have to come out of hiding and duel Mike in the riff battle to end them all!

  • 5 Darth Chimay on May 27, 2008 at 10:06 am

    Can’t we all just get along? Come on, let’s sing a song together:

    Every night in my dreams
    I see you. I feel you.
    That is how I know you go on.

    Far across the distance
    And spaces between us
    You have come to show you go on.

    Near, far, wherever you are
    I believe that the heart does go on
    Once more you open the door
    And you’re here in my heart
    And my heart will go on and on

  • 6 Brian O. on May 27, 2008 at 10:31 am

    Imagine this in the worst Bill Murray lounge singer voice possible:

    Why can’t we be friends?
    Why can’t we be friends?
    Why can’t we be friends?
    Why can’t we be friends?

    I seen you ’round for a long long time
    I really ‘membered you when you drink my wine

    Why can’t we be friends?
    Why can’t we be friends?
    Why can’t we be friends?
    Why can’t we be friends?

    I seen you walkin’ down in Chinatown
    I called you but you could not look around

    Why can’t we be friends?
    Why can’t we be friends?
    Why can’t we be friends?
    Why can’t we be friends?

    I bring my money to the welfare line
    I see you standing in it every time

    Why can’t we be friends?
    Why can’t we be friends?
    Why can’t we be friends?
    Why can’t we be friends?

    The color of your skin don’t matter to me
    As long as we can live in harmony

    Why can’t we be friends?
    Why can’t we be friends?
    Why can’t we be friends?
    Why can’t we be friends?

    I’d kinda like to be the President
    so I can show you how your money’s spent

    Why can’t we be friends?
    Why can’t we be friends?
    Why can’t we be friends?
    Why can’t we be friends?

    Sometimes I don’t speak too bright
    but yet I know what I’m talking about

    Why can’t we be friends?
    Why can’t we be friends?
    Why can’t we be friends?
    Why can’t we be friends?

    I know you’re working for the CIA
    they wouldn’t have you in the Mafia

    Why can’t we be friends?
    Why can’t we be friends?
    Why can’t we be friends?
    Why can’t we be friends?

    Why can’t we be friends?
    Why can’t we be friends?
    Why can’t we be friends?
    Why can’t we be friends?

    Why can’t we be friends?
    Why can’t we be friends?
    Why can’t we be friends?
    Why can’t we be friends?

    Why can’t we be friends?
    Why can’t we be friends?
    Why can’t we be friends?
    Why can’t we be friends?

    Why can’t we be friends?
    Why can’t we be friends?
    Why can’t we be friends?

  • 7 Courtney on May 27, 2008 at 10:58 am

    I think it would probably be something more along the lines of this epic classic:

    Looking in your eyes, I see a paradise
    This world that I’ve found
    Is too good to be true
    Standing here beside you
    Want so much to give you
    This love in my heart that I’m feeling for you

    Let ‘em say we’re crazy, I don’t care about that
    Put your hand in my hand baby
    Don’t ever look back
    Let the world around us just fall apart
    Baby we can make it if we’re heart to heart

    And we can build this dream together
    Standing strong forever
    Nothing’s gonna stop us now
    And if this world runs out of lovers
    We’ll still have each other
    Nothing’s gonna stop us, nothing’s gonna stop us now

    I’m so glad I found you
    I’m not gonna lose you
    Whatever it takes, I will stay here with you
    Take it to the good times
    See it through the bad times
    Whatever it takes is what I’m gonna do

    Let ‘em say we’re crazy, what do they know
    Put your arms around me baby
    Don’t ever let go
    Let the world around us just fall apart
    Baby we can make it if we’re heart to heart

    And we can build this dream together
    Standing strong forever
    Nothing’s gonna stop us now
    And if this world runs out of lovers
    We’ll still have each other
    Nothing’s gonna stop us, nothings gonna stop us

    Ooh, all that I need is you
    All that I ever need
    And all that I want to do
    Is hold you forever, ever and ever, hey

    And we can build this dream together
    Standing strong forever
    Nothing’s gonna stop us now
    And if this world runs out of lovers
    We’ll still have each other
    Nothings gonna stop us
    Nothings gonna stop us, whoa
    Nothings gonna stop us now, oh no

    *ahem* Or something.

  • 8 Shawn on May 27, 2008 at 11:00 am

    Damn – this was probably the funniest blog entry here yet! This reminds me of the monthly posts made on the old Sci-Fi MST3K site. I was giggling through the whole thing. So Kudos, Bill! Not just for an awesome riffoff we can (maybe) be looking forward to, but for also some really funny writing.

    Kudos, I say! Again!

  • 9 skyroniter on May 27, 2008 at 11:02 am

    I think you should demand an apology for that response.

  • 10 Bill Corbett on May 27, 2008 at 11:07 am

    Hey yeah, I should!

    These apologies are stacking up now. MJ’s gonna be VERY busy.

  • 11 Shawn on May 27, 2008 at 11:17 am

    Or maybe…?

    I swear by the moon and the stars in the sky
    and I swear like the shadow that’s by your side

    I see the questions in your eyes
    I know what’s weighing on your mind
    You can be sure I know my part
    Cause I stand beside you through the years
    You’ll only cry those happy tears
    And though I make mistakes
    I’ll never break your heart

    And I swear by the moon
    And the stars in the sky I’ll be there
    I swear like the shadow that’s by your side I’ll be there
    For better or worse
    Till death do us part
    I’ll love you with every beat of my heart
    And I swear

    I’ll give you every thing I can
    I’ll build your dreams with these two hands
    We’ll hang some memories on the wall
    And when (and when) just the two of us are there
    You won’t have to ask if I still care
    Cause as the time turns the page
    My love won’t age at all

    And I swear (I swear) by the moon
    And the stars in the sky I’ll be there (I’ll be there)
    I swear (and I swear) like the shadow that’s by your side
    I’ll be there (I’ll be there)

    For better or worse
    Till death do us part
    I’ll love you with every beat of my heart
    And I swear

    And I swear (I swear) by the moon
    And the stars in the sky I’ll be there (I’ll be there)
    I swear (and I swear) like the shadow that’s by your side
    I’ll be there (I’ll be there)
    For better or worse (better or worse)
    Till death do us part I’ll love you
    With every single beat of my heart

    …or not, I guess.

  • 12 Barry on May 27, 2008 at 11:19 am

    So, I’m assuming your turnip hunger strike has come to an end now. How many turnips did you eat or not eat? (We never really resolved the question of whether a turnip hunger strike involves eating only turnips or not eating any turnips.)

  • 13 Bill Corbett on May 27, 2008 at 11:20 am

    Theeeeenks!

  • 14 J.R. Ewing on May 27, 2008 at 11:25 am

    There is only one way this can be settled.

    Bill’s and Mary Jo’s families must be contestants on “Family Feud”!

  • 15 Ben on May 27, 2008 at 11:50 am

    Perhaps you both should riff “High Noon”, “Gunfight at the O.K. Corral” or (best) “The Quick and the Dead”. If it is a showdown it must be, then it should be over a showdown movie.

  • 16 Hugh on May 27, 2008 at 11:56 am

    Can I be your scrappy, Burgess Meredithian trainer, barking out encouragement in a gravelly voice, massaging your shoulders between rounds, and pouring water over your head?

    Okay, I really just want to pour water on you.

  • 17 Marty (Gromit) on May 27, 2008 at 12:03 pm

    Best showdown ever:

    Hmmm, guess they’d have to drag another riffer in if they use that, I’ll leave it up to Bill to decide who’s who in that triad.

    Dang it, now I have that music in my head….

  • 18 Marty (Gromit) on May 27, 2008 at 12:05 pm

    OK, can’t imbed in replies.

    Lets try this:

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J0BrdMi-oyc&feature=related

  • 19 Courtney on May 27, 2008 at 12:14 pm

    Or still perhaps even:

    If you really want to know
    What I want in a guy
    Well, I’m lookin’ for a dream on a mean machine
    With hell in his eyes.
    I want a devil in skin tight leather,
    And he’s gonna be wild as the wind.
    And one fine night, I’ll be holdin’ on tight

    To a coooool rider, a coooool rider.
    If he’s cool enough,
    He can burn me through and through.
    Whhoa ohhhh
    If it takes forever,
    Then I’ll wait forever.
    No ordinary boy,
    No ordinary boy is gonna do.
    I want a rider that’s cool.

    That’s the way it’s gonna be,
    And that’s the way that I feel.
    I want a whole lot more than the boy next door,
    I want hell on wheels.
    Just give me a fine motorcycle,
    With a man growin’ out of the seat.
    And move aside, cause I’m gonna ride

    I don’t want no ordinary guys,
    Comin’ on strong to me.
    They don’t know what I’m lookin’ for,
    They don’t know what I need.
    They’re gonna know when he gets here,
    Cause the crowd will be shakin’.
    I’ll do anything to let him know,
    That I’m his, his for the takin’.

    I want a coooooool rider,
    A cool, cool, cool, cool rider.
    I want a coooooool rider,
    A cool, cool, cool, cool rider.
    I want a C-O-O-L R-I-D-E-R.
    I need a C-O-O-L R-I-D-E-R

    It wouldn’t make sense, but it’s fer fun!

  • 20 ms chii on May 27, 2008 at 12:35 pm

    oh this ought to be gooood!!!!! work that banter!

  • 21 Onil on May 27, 2008 at 12:44 pm

    Bill, you’re turning into the PT Barnum of Rifftrax.

    Hurray for X Files.

    And good promoting, sir. Well done.

  • 22 Darth Chimay on May 27, 2008 at 1:39 pm

    Alright, I didn’t want to do this but:
    Look into my eyes – you will see
    What you mean to me
    Search your heart – search your soul
    And when you find me there you’ll search no more

    Don’t tell me it’s not worth tryin’ for
    You can’t tell me it’s not worth dyin’ for
    You know it’s true
    Everything I do – I do it for you

    Look into your heart – you will find
    There’s nothin’ there to hide
    Take me as I am – take my life
    I would give it all – I would sacrifice

    Don’t tell me it’s not worth fightin’ for
    I can’t help it – there’s nothin’ I want more
    Ya know it’s true
    Everything I do – I do it for you

    There’s no love – like your love
    And no other – could give more love
    There’s nowhere – unless you’re there
    All the time – all the way

    Oh – you can’t tell me it’s not worth tryin’ for
    I can’t help it – there’s nothin’ I want more
    I would fight for you – I’d lie for you
    Walk the wire for you – ya I’d die for you

    Ya know it’s true
    Everything I do – I do it for you

  • 23 Alicia on May 27, 2008 at 2:32 pm

    “Riff the pants off of her, because if she has to crawl back defeated, that means her sleepy-eyed leader might have to come out of hiding and duel Mike in the riff battle to end them all”

    I’m pretty sure that’s an all around win-win situation right there.

  • 24 Brian T on May 27, 2008 at 2:47 pm

    God bless you, Bill and Mary Jo! This made my week!

  • 25 Neb on May 27, 2008 at 3:09 pm

    Brought to you by the crooners who gave us “When Loving Lovers Love” (or whatever the heck that song is called that they did during a hose segment for “Overdrawn at the Memory Bank”).

  • 26 Neb on May 27, 2008 at 3:10 pm

    “hose” segment?! *sigh* I don’t want to know.

    I meant to type “host”, of course.

  • 27 Adam on May 27, 2008 at 3:11 pm

    I’ll handle this.

    Ahem…

    Yo.
    Can I get a cold beverage?
    I need some leverage!
    It’s sweaty outside; some lemonade would be nice.
    Or a Sprite from the drive-thru at B.K.
    Yo, I’ll buy a girl a drink, but the girl’s got to pay.

    On the front porch, I got some iced tea.
    If you like the taste of tea, then come along with me!
    Summertime is steamin’, don’t give me no worries.
    Grab some ice and a dash of vermouth.
    It’s martini time!
    Yeah, yeah, feelin’ golden!
    Bring your own beverage, just make sure it’s cold.

    I like cold beverage, yeah
    I like cold beverage, yeah,
    I like cold beverage, yeah, uh huh.

    Give me a frosty mug filled with A&W
    If you got ice cream then make it a double scoop.
    A shake from the fountain; real good soundin’.
    Chocolate ice cream, yeah I’m champ cherry-poundin!

    Caught a chill vibe, orange juice in my ride.
    Wawa’s to the right, they got beverage inside.
    Buy me a hot coffee then fill it up with ice.
    Watermelon’s like a drink; please fix me a large slice!
    Summertime is cool, the heat is gettin’ old.
    Yeah, I’ll have a beverage; just make sure it’s cold!

    Cold!
    Cold!
    Cold!
    Cold!

    (Something from the bar?)
    YEAH!

    I like cold beverage, yeah
    I like cold beverage, yeah,
    I like cold beverage, yeah, uh huh.
    Cuz I’m feelin’ kinda parched.

    Stick it in the fridge, stick it in the fridge, stick it in the fridge. Stick it in the fridge, stick it in the fridge, stick it in the fridge, stick it in the fridge.

    Go, girl, work the cold one! Go girl, work the cold one (what?)! Go girl, work the cold one! Go girl, work the cold one!

    Yo, when I’m fishin’, let’s get one thing clear:
    The bait’s over there, the brew’s right here.
    2 six-packs and a big bag of ice,
    Didn’t even catch a bite, but the brew tasted nice!

    Back to the bar!
    Strawberry daiquiris and a colada,
    Need a whole lot of them fruit drinks to catch me a buzz.
    I must tell you, I’m the Kool-Aid Kid.
    Before you serve me a drink, please stick it in the fridge.

    I like cold beverage, yeah
    I like cold beverage, yeah,
    I like cold beverage, yeah, uh huh.

  • 28 Hugh on May 27, 2008 at 4:21 pm

    I feel so used…

  • 29 Hugh on May 27, 2008 at 4:21 pm

    That’s not a complaint, by the way.

  • 30 Courtney on May 27, 2008 at 4:36 pm

    Guys this has gone far enough. Someone must end this. I summon the powers of the Backstreet Boys.

    You are my fire
    The one desire
    Believe when I say
    I want it that way

    But we are two worlds apart
    Can’t reach to your heart
    When you say
    That I want it that way

    [Chorus:]
    Tell me why
    Ain’t nothin’ but a heartache
    Tell me why
    Ain’t nothin’ but a mistake
    Tell me why
    I never wanna hear you say
    I want it that way

    Am I your fire
    Your one desire
    Yes I know it’s too late
    But I want it that way

    [Chorus]

    Now I can see that we’re falling apart
    From the way that it used to be, yeah
    No matter the distance
    I want you to know
    That deep down inside of me…

    You are my fire
    The one desire
    You are
    You are, you are, you are

    Don’t wanna hear you say
    Ain’t nothin’ but a heartache
    Ain’t nothin’ but a mistake
    (Don’t wanna hear you say)
    I never wanna hear you say
    I want it that way

    Tell me why
    Ain’t nothin’ but a heartache
    Tell me why
    Ain’t nothin but a mistake
    Tell me why
    I never wanna hear you say
    (Don’t wanna hear you say it)
    I want it that way
    I want it that way

  • 31 Darth Chimay on May 27, 2008 at 5:05 pm

    I see your pitiful Backstreet Boys and I attack with the power of JOHNNY MATHIS AND DENIECE WILLIAMS!

    I bet we’ve been together for a million years
    And I’ll bet we’ll be together for a million more
    Oh It’s like I started breathing on the night we kissed
    And I can’t remember what I ever did before

    What would we do baby without us
    What would we do baby without us
    And there ain’t no nothing we can’t help each other through
    What would we do baby without us
    Sha-la-la-la

    If it’s absolutely perfect, the last puzzle piece
    And it all just comes together like we had it planned
    Ooh, It’s like when we share a secret we could never tell
    ‘Cause no one else but you and me could understand

    What would we do baby without us
    What would we do baby without us
    And there ain’t no nothing we can’t help each other through
    What would we do baby without us
    Sha-la-la-la

    You’ve got my number, and I know you know it
    And I’m stickin’ with you ’til the end
    Ooh, I’m in trouble if I ever lost you
    I’d spend my whole life looking for you again

    You’ve got my number, you’ve got my number, you’ve got my number

    What would we do baby without us
    What would we do baby without us
    And there ain’t no nothing we can’t help each other through
    What would we do baby without us
    Sha-la-la-la

    You’ve got my number, you’ve got my number, you’ve got my number
    Sha-la-la-la
    You’ve got my number, you’ve got my number, you’ve got my number
    Sha-la-la-la
    You’ve got my number, you’ve got my number, you’ve got my number
    Sha-la-la-la

    You’ve been Keaton’d, Alex P. style.

  • 32 Stacia on May 27, 2008 at 5:11 pm

    I dunno, Bill, you might be in over your head here. If Mary Jo really is hanging with the big dogs in Branson, some of Yakov’s major mojo may have rubbed off on her. If so, she’s invincible.

  • 33 ShadowDog on May 27, 2008 at 5:43 pm

    I don’t know what’s more awesome:

    1) The X-Files movie finally getting riffed.

    2) Mary Jo back up in this hiz-uose!

    3) The blog war that started all this.

    4) All the origin cracks.

    4 way tie! WOO HOO!!!

  • 34 ms chii on May 27, 2008 at 6:09 pm

    no way! loved the movie back in the days….should check the forum more often…..must…wait…until…..secret’s out. damn.

    if you’re REALLy into hello kitty you can get a hello kitty account(i kid you not). i have one but it is alas, riddled with spam, as that seems to be the norm. filters are your only defense. poo.

  • 35 JackTheRIFFER on May 27, 2008 at 7:53 pm

    Bill and MJ!! WOOO!!

    “Xfiles : The riff is out there”

  • 36 Robyn on May 27, 2008 at 8:01 pm

    *squeal!* :D

  • 37 Onil on May 27, 2008 at 8:17 pm

    Once again, it’s up to the outlaw of North Jersey to settle the score.

    Bongiovi FTW!

    I wake up in the morning
    And I raise my weary head
    I’ve got an old coat for a pillow
    And the earth was last night’s bed
    I don’t know where I’m going
    Only God knows where I’ve been
    I’m a devil on the run
    A six gun lover
    A candle in the wind

    When you’re brought into this world
    They say you’re born in sin
    Well at least they gave me something
    I didn’t have to steal or have to win
    Well they tell me that I’m wanted
    Yeah, I’m a wanted man
    I’m a colt in your stable
    I’m what Cain was to Abel
    Mister catch me if you can

    I’m going out in a blaze of glory
    Take me now but know the truth
    I’m going out in a blaze of glory
    Lord I never drew first
    But I drew first blood
    I’m no one’s son
    Call me young gun

    You ask about my conscience
    And I offer you my soul
    You ask if I’ll grow to be a wise man
    Well I ask if I’ll grow old
    You ask me if I’ve known love
    And what it’s like to sing songs in the rain
    Well, I’ve seen love come
    And I’ve seen it shot down
    I’ve seen it die in vain

    Shot down in a blaze of glory
    Take me now but know the truth
    ‘Cause I’m going down in a blaze of glory
    Lord I never drew first
    But I drew first blood
    I’m the devil’s son
    Call me young gun

    Each night I go to bed
    I pray the Lord my soul to keep
    No I ain’t looking for forgiveness
    But before I’m six foot deep
    Lord, I got to ask a favor
    And hope you’ll understand
    ‘Cause I’ve lived life to the fullest
    Let this boy die like a man
    Staring down a bullet
    Let me make my final stand

    Shot down in a blaze of glory
    Take me now but know the truth
    I’m going out in a blaze of glory
    Lord I never drew first
    But I drew first blood
    And I’m no one’s son
    Call me young gun
    I’m a young gun

  • 38 jfe on May 27, 2008 at 8:51 pm

    For a while there I thought the riff was forgotton and you were doing name that tune.

    In the not too distant future (next sunday AD)
    there was a guy named Bill
    very different from you and me
    he heard some dissing come his way
    so he’s challanged Mary Jo to a riff today
    she’s taken up the gauntlet he better beware
    what will Mary Jo do
    as she accepts his dare?

    hello kitty roll call…..

    if I go on can I be sued for copyright infringement?

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  • 40 WaffleTron on May 28, 2008 at 7:00 am

    I know this is out of no where, but Bill, I think you should get TimmyBigHands to do the next RiffTrax with you. Timmy and Disembaudio could hit it off…

  • 41 R.A. Roth on May 28, 2008 at 9:53 am

    All right, show’s over, nuthin’ to see here, just clear the way for the next blog.

    Officer McRoth, badge #6662112

  • 42 Kris on May 28, 2008 at 10:24 am

    I am so excited, I simply cannot stop chasing my tail. In fact, I am so excited, I’m not even upset that I seem to have grown a tail. HOORAY!

  • 43 ShutterBun on May 28, 2008 at 7:45 pm

    Keep in mind that “X Files” is an anagram of “Ilf Sex.” What does this mean? Nobody knows. It’s a wonderful mystery, just like Bill and Mary Jo.

  • 44 Natureboy (Ken) on Jun 1, 2008 at 10:23 am

    Bill and Mary jo….make up for god’s sake….

    You have little Billy Jo Pehlbett to think about. Do it for your son!

  • 45 chrismartindeed on Jun 14, 2008 at 7:46 am

    If this is fated to become a serious duel, will you and Mary Jo require seconds?

    Bill, according to Kevin’s griping, you ALWAYS take seconds. But I suspect Mary Jo will be satisfied with the first course, followed by rice pudding.

  • 46 chrismartindeed on Jun 14, 2008 at 7:49 am

    And observe proper duel etiquette: the party who doesn’t get killed must tip the caterer.