Tim's dinosaur is the Retardawhorus Rexalot

Tim, I know you have as much patience to read the last week of blog posts as I do with playing the NES rom of M.U.L.E. So to recap what Ive said:

1) I am going to be home THURSDAY MORNING @ 730am (well...in Ottumwa) So We will HAVE TO PRACTICE THAT EVENING ASA-Fucking-P. 630ish?

2) Paxton said he has all the costumes. I will shoot him one more letter just to clarify that. We might have to aquire the bottle, the bra, and the bludgering tool (my money should be on Amish's big fucking wrench)

3) Paxton aint gettin no fucking script ;) Ill send him off a copy tonite with the confirmation.

4) POLICE REPORTS? They must be like Bigfoot: only a few eye witnesses and no real proof besides the audio tapes. Dont worry, he does exist.

5) Paxton wanted us to be in Albia tomorrow nite so we could at least get our Berring Straight (hahah what a well hidden pun). We dont have to be there, but he wants us. Like asian children. PLEASE DO PRACTICE TOMORROW NITE!!!

I promise next year we will take a break from the Follies. Its a real hassle now we're all grown up.