Just missed you, argh.

I'll be in Vegas later this week. All the best in the new place.
- Joe C from Mountainville

You look angry. Abduction? Bad food? Gas?

1) That's my natural look.
2) Crowbar. Headache. Smile? Not bloody likely.
3) Most of the food on the road was bad with a few nice surprises.
4) The truck was large enough no one smelled it or knew anyone dealt it.

OK Vinnie where are you moving to? I just gotta know. It sure isn't in Western Kentucky or I would've seen a truck like that blare by my long driveway on KY Highway 348. And please don't move to New York, taxes are real high there.

Well for now let's just say that one of my friends got a HUGE surprise last night that we're practically neighbors.

Take that restraining order...

YOU LEFT VEGAS?!

OMG!

Shannon: I promise if I passed your way, I would have stopped and said Howdy!

blue: another surprise/sign of the apocalypse I guess

I believe you Vinnie. Now as for the end of the world, you moving is one of the signs. I'm waiting for the other ones, like earthquakes, lava flowing, etc. You know, the earth blowing up.

look at the background banner, Vegas did blow up!

After the fallout, radioactive squirrels took over; hence it was time to run.

That's my story and I'm sticking to it...

Blue,

I'm talking about the earth blowing up. Vegas is deserted because of Prez Obama.

Tell us where you landed Vinny if only to warn the local populace

What? And ruin the surprise?!

Vinnie,

I know the world is coming to an end. It's just when the planet earth blows that has me on pins and needles.

Shannon: the world blew up about 12 years ago; no one seemed to notice so I haven't pointed it out.

Day 45... still in the Penske truck...

You mean that we are in a parallel universe? That would explain a President that thinks he is going to get everything he asks for.

We're not in a parallel universe, it's more of a Where Not Around But Mentally Think We Are scenario. Just don't look down.

Vinnie,

I looked down and saw something that I didn't think existed. A unicorn no bigger than a mouse. Did you take the leprechaun again?

The pygmy unicorn unlike the leprechaun alas, is a myth. First, to get a tiny unicorn, one would first have to mate a unicorn with a chihuahua and that would just not be possible. The chihuahua would explode and not in a good way... *shudder*

Trust me, I know...

You mean to tell me that Sean the Leprechaun shrunk that unicorn that I saw? I knew there was something fishy about that deal. And please be nice to Sean, he didn't mean it. And no, he won't tell you where his pot of gold is.

Sean is a poser, he's actually a dwarf that uses a light blue concealer that combined with his jaundice from liver disease induced by massive alcoholism, makes him look green and he loves wearing silly clothes from Halloween shops when they're on clearance. If you look at his "pot o' gold" his doubloons are cheap chocolate candy wrapped in a faux gold tinsel paper.

Oh, and the cauldron is plastic.

Poser.

Well Vinnie you learn something new everyday. Now Seamus can't be a fake leprechaun can he? He was chasing Sean, trying to catch him and put him up in leprechaun Prison. And he was wearing a badge that said "Police" in lovely leafy green gleen. Oh, and he was rambling on about Sean stealing his magical shelaliegh and using on a adult unicorn. Darn Poser (Sean that is).

Now that Seamus is another story altogether. He's actually an antiques dealer from New Jersey who's angry at Sean the Poser for asking his wife to touch his "shelaliegh" if ya know what I mean. Seamus of course was a tad irate at the little bugger and is trying to catch him, not for his plastic pot o' chocolate coins, but to beat him with his actual shelaliegh; thorns and all for his outrageous behavior towards his fine wife.

Of course had he known his beloved wife was actually cheating on him with the whole Notre Dame football team ever since there was a Notre Dame football team, we're pretty sure he'd just give his shelaliegh to that bar-maiden that kept making passes at him at his son's birthday party...

Vinnie,

You ought to bottle up that writing talent and sell it to the highest bidder. You could call it "Chateau Le Vince", where the wordsmiths get drunk and the women run naked around the apartment.

10 points for using the term wordsmith for Gryffyndor!

lol Vinnie. You are a card. The Joker to be precise. But I don't see Harley Quinn around.

Harley only shows up when you dangle something shiny. Like money. Money is awfully shiny, amazing most people miss that...