Them off season blues have turned into pre-season anxiety attacks. Not only has Slappy worked his fingers to da bone tryin to please Mrs. McDuners insatiable quest for perfection, Slappy has endured flyin pots and pans, torque wrenches, shoes, White Coats, doinks, boinks, blips and blaps. Not to mention Mrs. McDuners never ending gynecological foot problem, and all of this in da name of Mother G. OOOHH sweeeeeet Mother G, how her waiting ripples will soon sooth Slaps soul...To say da least, da off-season has been rough, but Slappy gotta tell ya, he ain't outta da woods yet. Mrs. McDuner still gotta lotta spunk left in her.

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 bout 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.

HA.. LMAO. Your neighbors must sit outside on the porch alot Slappy.. They sit there waiting.. popcorn, brew, and camera.. waiting for the next showing..

RAOFLMAO!!!!!

A true classic Slapp. Thanks for the laugh. Peace