The white coats have locked him out of his on-line connection. Be patient Slappy, the Slap will be back. Peace

WTF...

If ya need any help you just let us know

I have your back slap

as do I

Hot darn it's good to be a stick man when the connection is back...WHEW,,,Them cable folks sure have a way of makin the pixels look good on Slap HUH? But, Slappy do thank the dune gods that this cable appointment went much better than da last one...It brought back some serious memories:

One late afternoon, Slappy was kickin it at da pad groovin to some Smokey, waitin for da cable guy. You know, Slap gonna be gettin all da good channels and stuff...Anyways, Mrs. McDuner wasn't home yet, and Slappy had all his chores done. The doorbell rang, and as Slappy opened da door, there stood the...CABLE GAL! OOOHHH 'jacksonmcterrysnap', a chic witta tool belt, YEEEEEEHAAAAAAW. Slappy immediately began talkin about Mother G, cuz you know Mother G is always da perfect conversation piece. It turns out dat da Cable Gal was a duner herself, often ridin da bowls at Buttercup Valley on her trusty Yamaha Warrior.

As she lay on her back connectin da various connections to da back of da TV, she mentioned dat her Warrior was havin rear suspension problems, and dat she had also found a small crack in her frame. HMMM. Well, bein da helpful kinda person dat Slappy be, Slappy politely said, "Cable Gal, would you like Slappy to play wit your rear end? And Slappy know he could find somethin to fill your crack with?"

Da room began to vibrate, and a slow humm filled da air. As Slappy looked up, a flyin Mrs. McDuner, in perfect full body Superfly Snuka form, slammed into Slappy, sendin both him and herself head long into da kitchen, BLAPP Da Cable Gal looked on in amazement. Maaaaaaaaaan Mrs. McDuner was goin absolutely 'nutsmcflappizoid'. She was off her rocker...You shoulda heard her growlin as she reached for a cutting board. "No way, Slappy be outta here." Slappy had to do some serious Barry Sanders moves to break free. Dats exactly what he did, and out into da neighborhood da Slapster went. HMMM, maybe her gynecologist appointment didn't go dat well??

Slappy slowly walked da neighborhood, still groovin to a Smokey tune spinnin in his head. Off in da distance, Slappy saw a cable van drivin up da street towards him. In da drivers seat was da Cable Gal. She smiled and waved, and it even looked as if she was laughin as she drove by. HMM, Slappy sure hope she has her rear end played with, and most importantly, her crack gets filled.

This cable person was from Texas, so we talked about ropin cows and milkin steers...Yo CHEF, you woulda liked this one, you two had lots in common.

Have a good one Slappy. Peace

that was effin great

Glad to have you back with us Slap

wb slapsta

I see you're back Slappy. Congrats on dodging them Effn white coats again. Peace

Keep on the lookout Slappy. They're there. Peace