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<blockquote data-quote="ErichDragon" data-source="post: 706923" data-attributes="member: 2719">The door to the diner opens with a sublt 'jing-a-ling'.&nbsp; A tall man who appears to be in his late thirties comes in out of the hot Texas sun.&nbsp; Silhouted in the doorway it first appears that he is clothed from head to toe in all black.&nbsp; As he moves into the refreshing cool of the dining room appearances were almost correct, his dress is uniformly black, save for the white color indicative of a Roman Catholic Priest.&nbsp; The Preist moves to the counter and politely asks for a cup of coffee, black.&nbsp; Closer inspection reveals that his hair is grey, almost white at the temples.After taking a sip of his coffee, he looks around the room and his eyes fall on the table of the young man with the laptop.&nbsp; The friar moves across the room...&nbsp; &nbsp; &quot;Hello my son, that is a fine owl you have there.&nbsp; May I pet it?&quot;, the man asks with just a hint of an Irish brogue.&nbsp; &nbsp; &quot;You know, when I was a lad I found an owl with a broken wing.&nbsp; Feeling sorry for the poor bird, I wrapped it in my coat and took it to my family's farm.&nbsp; When my poor mother, God rest her soul, found it in my room, she demanded 'What is that thing?!'&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &quot;In my most serious of voices I answered her...'Who'&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &quot;Michael Flannigan,&quot; she said.&nbsp; &quot;I am only going to ask you once more.&nbsp; What is this foul thing you have brought into my home?&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &quot;Once again I answered, Who.&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; &quot;She scooped me up and carried me into the Kitchen, then proceeded to give me the paddling of my life.&nbsp; You see I had named my friend Who.&quot; chuckles</blockquote>

[QUOTE="ErichDragon, post: 706923, member: 2719"] The door to the diner opens with a sublt 'jing-a-ling'. A tall man who appears to be in his late thirties comes in out of the hot Texas sun. Silhouted in the doorway it first appears that he is clothed from head to toe in all black. As he moves into the refreshing cool of the dining room appearances were almost correct, his dress is uniformly black, save for the white color indicative of a Roman Catholic Priest. The Preist moves to the counter and politely asks for a cup of coffee, black. Closer inspection reveals that his hair is grey, almost white at the temples. After taking a sip of his coffee, he looks around the room and his eyes fall on the table of the young man with the laptop. The friar moves across the room... "Hello my son, that is a fine owl you have there. May I pet it?", the man asks with just a hint of an Irish brogue. "You know, when I was a lad I found an owl with a broken wing. Feeling sorry for the poor bird, I wrapped it in my coat and took it to my family's farm. When my poor mother, God rest her soul, found it in my room, she demanded 'What is that thing?!'" "In my most serious of voices I answered her...'Who'" "Michael Flannigan," she said. "I am only going to ask you once more. What is this foul thing you have brought into my home?" "Once again I answered, Who." "She scooped me up and carried me into the Kitchen, then proceeded to give me the paddling of my life. You see I had named my friend Who." [COLOR=red]chuckles[/COLOR] [/QUOTE]

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