The Rickeybird Scrapbook, 1984 - Updates

Two can play at this game. This just in -------- the Rickeybird went shopping for a Halloween costume, oh wait, he doesn't need one.


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Some night, I'm going to drug your beer and then while you sleep, I'm gonna tatoo "HATER" on your forehead.

Like that would be a big deal! Although I am walking a tight rope (yaaa, like that's possible), it would seem that something a little sweeter would be more devilish: I Love Rb or Rb is my hero.

But drugging beer! That's just so wrong!
 
As an act of peacemaking, I dedicate this one to my ol' man and his beloved-but-politically-incorrectly-titled Cleveland Indians.


LOL Rickeybirds

(((Continued)))


 
Wrench, I have long asserted that I would outlive the bird. My initial calculation was that I'd need to make it to 60+... now, what am I up to? 80+?????
As for the cheerfulness quotient, I had to give up on that a long, long time ago!
I'm gonna need back-up, and Y'ALL here are IT!
 
Wrench, I have long asserted that I would outlive the bird. My initial calculation was that I'd need to make it to 60+... now, what am I up to? 80+?????
As for the cheerfulness quotient, I had to give up on that a long, long time ago!
I'm gonna need back-up, and Y'ALL here are IT!


I'm glutton for punishment. Just send him over to me. We already have a houseful of cranky, stubborn parrots, what's one more?
 
Oh, sure, Beatrice... force me to admit the truth: I love him with all my heart.

THERE.

I said it.

:D

Not that I was fooling anybody, though, right?
 

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