Epilogue


It has come to my attention that I left some of you dangling at the end of this report. For that I’m sorry and will try to rectify the situation. First of all, I left my Spitfire Pepper Spray with MBL, not Don as he had requested. Secondly, some of you inquired about how many members asked for my Autumn Rice recipe—NONE, not one of you wanted it. I’m through giving out recipes! With regard to the fluttering I heard when Princess and I went upstairs, many of you thought it was a bat. Well, I have to tell you that you were wrong! It was two fucking bats! Took me two days to catch them in my pool skimming net, but I finally got rid of the bastards. Be careful, bats shit a lot; don’t let them in your house. Oh yeah, the house across the street went to contract within days of the agents open house. Unfortunately, someone called the lucky couple and told them a pervert lives across the street, so they backed out before settlement. I blame Wolf’s wife, the bitch, for that move.


I can’t thank Don enough for all his help and guidance during my stay in Rio. Believe it or not, he kept me from getting into more trouble then usual. Although I poked fun at him often, his great attitude and fun loving demeanor added immensely to this trip. You’re probably asking yourself if he so good, why didn’t Jag hire him before? You know, I really can’t answer that because I don’t know. This will come as a complete shock to all of you, but somehow I him completely missed him on my radar screen for my first eight trips to Rio. I’m just thankful that I finally found him.

Jag
I posted my little report under Midadventures in Aruba
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