Tick - Tock
b'You\'ve heard that "Time flies when you\'re having fun?" Well time also flies when you drop your clock. I\'m sitting here in my big, comfortable, black leather Pappa chair, with time on my hands. Sort of. Actually...I have pieces of my living room clock...which I dropped...in my hands. It looks like the clock is dead...it\'s just a bunch of little pieces on the floor. I was trying to set it to pick up the signal from some Godforsaken transmitter in the mountains of Colorado...which the government uses to keep clocks like this accurate. I don\'t know much about Colorado, except that the time coordination transmitter is there, and expensive people go to Aspen to mate. \\n My Lady Wonder Wench and I went to Colorado once so she could buy a horse. I was never clear as to why when we live in Pennsylvania, she had to go to Colorado to buy a horse. Have you any idea how many Pennsylvania horses must have looked up at our plane and felt rejected. Guy horses must have a very high rejection rate when you think about it...because they\'re almost always gelded...which eliminates them from most of your sexier filly\'s top ten horsing around lists. \\n As a Louie-Louie Generation guy, I don\'t like the sound of the word gelded. Vasectomy is a much more manly term.'