Steve & Storm
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| Dear Steve & Storm, JanRif & Truman here. You may know us from the BouvList. We're writing to tell you that we're starting a new project called the BouvZine. We'd like to know if we could cajole you (plural) into writing a special Steve-Storm conversation as a regular item for the publication starting with the premier issue to be published this first quarter, hopefully in a matter of weeks.
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| HEY STEVE YOU GOT TO READ THIS LETTER, IT
FOR THE BOTH OF US. Storm what are you doing reading my mail? IT
SAID STEVE AND STORM. SO IT'S FOR ME TOO. But it came in on my
e-mail not yours so butt out, ok! HEY ARE WE GOING TO WRITE SOMETHING, I WANT TO. Storm
what are you going to write about. OH I DON'T KNOW. WHAT DO YOU SUGGEST? I thought
you were the more intellectual one here according to you. Remember? HEY I WAS JUST ASKING
FOR YOUR INPUT, BUT SINCE YOU OBVIOUSLY DON'T HAVE ANY, I WILL WRITE ABOUT
................. CATS. Cats? What do you know about cats, oh gentle breeze. THAT'S STORM,
STEVE. NOT GENTLE BREEZE, STORM OK. Yeah right. So you're going to write about something
you know absolutely nothing about. HEY WHAT DO YOU MEAN I KNOW NOTHING ABOUT THEM? DO YOU
SEE ANY CLAW SCRATCHES ON ME?? Well no I don't but how would they get past all that hair?
HEY DON'T CHANGE THE SUBJECT, EVERYONE OUT THERE KNOWS THAT US BOUVS ARE FAR SUPERIOR TO
THEM CATS, EVEN YOU HUMANS I MIGHT ADD. Storm wake up. You're having another bad dream.
More superior than us humans, huh. OH GOOD COMEBACK BIPED. I WISH I THOUGHT OF HUH!
MY DAD ASTOR USED TO SAY KICK A PIG IN THE BUTT AND IT CAN SAY HUH! Now wait a minute, I
don't ever remember hearing Astor saying anything of a sort. Now aren't you letting your
imagination run a bit on the wild side? Your father Astor was the perfect gentleman. Ask
any of the ladies he had meetings with. YEAH DAD WAS A REAL STUD HE WAS. That is no way to
talk about your father, calling him a stud. HEY, I DIDN'T CALL HIM ANY THING BAD, I SAID
HE WAS A REAL STUD. Now Storm what would you call me if I did that? DID WHAT? What your
dad did, you know getting paid for it. I'D CALL YOU A DREAMER. Storm let's change the
subject. Ok? NO I LIKE THIS ONE, YOU BEING A STUD, HA HA HA. OH THAT MAKES ME LAUGH SO
HARD MY SIDES HURT. Keep it up and more than your sides will hurt now change the subject.
OK PARTY POOPER. Let's talk about building a dog house. NO I WANT TO TALK ABOUT CATS! Ok,
how about building a cat house then. A WHAT HOUSE? A cat house. HEY IF AND WHEN WE BUILD
IT, I'M NOT INVITING CLINTON OVER, HE SPENDS ENOUGH TIME IN THEM. Clinton who? YOU KNOW
WHO, THE GUY WHO STAYS IN THE BIG WHITE HOUSE. Storm that's Socks not Clinton. NO, THAT IS
WHAT HE FORGETS, HIS SOCKS. THAT IS WHY HE PROBABLY NAMED THE CAT THAT, TO REMEMBER THEM.
Now how would naming a litle cat that remind him of....... Storm you are not being nice.
TRUTH HURT? HUH STUD, HEH HEH HEH. Storm darn it now. Stop this right now, people will
think wrong of you. I DON'T GO TO CAT HOUSES. HE DOES. Who does? YOU KNOW WHO. Just forget
it please. FORGET WHAT? The cat house. I DON'T GO TO CAT HOUSES BUT I KNOW WHO DOES. Stop
it right now Storm. HEY YOU BROUGHT IT UP. I give up. This is a waste of time. YOU'RE
RIGHT EVERYBODY KNOWS IT. Knows what? THAT HE GOES TO CAT HOUSES. Storm cut that out. I'M
GOING OUTSIDE, YOU WRITE THIS THING THEN, IF YOU WANT TO MAKE THINGS UP. I'LL TALK TO YOU
LATER. Just where do you think your going Mr. Storm. OUTSIDE, TO TALK TO A DOG ABOUT A
CAT............HOUSE. YEH, HE'S MY BUDDY. |
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