Dear Reader,
It's been mere hours, since my last droll hijinks's against my friends. In that time, I plotted against a certain New Hampshire man from Alstead. Paulie's phone call was timely and my part, well rehearsed: how did you do with your big icicle? Thanks for asking, I just return and washed my hands from State Police fingerprinting, in answering your call... Stun silence. Why, what happen? Aah, the neighbor called the State Police (resident trooper) in my smoothbore discharge on the large roof to bottom icicle on the house... You got to be kidding me, your neighbor below you? I mean, gunshots in your area is not unheard of... I think it was my neighbor through the woods, might of. Anyway, (to Paul) the resident trooper came to my house and asked about the gunshot from my general area. Yes, I shot that big icicle off the house, because of the danger with the power service. Discharge of a firearm within 500 feet of a dwelling is a minor offence but, I am arresting you. Put your gun inside and leave it alone. (Paul) , you got to be shitting me!!! So, who told on you in the first place? I don't know for sure. Damn, that's really fucked-up (Paulie) and not right to arrest you. Wow... Paulie!!! I'm telling you a story of B.S., no really. Silence... Are you sure? Yes Paul. I can see you (Paul) doing something like that. You mean my making mountains out of mole hills? Yep! That's you, said Paul. Onto other talk subjects.
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