Calling a posse!

This is serious. I mean damned serious!

Rev. Paperboy, is being held hostage by... it doesn't matter. It's the hostage part that counts. (We love hostages. Break out the 16 inch barrels, the knee pads and those funky things we wear on the leg.)

So, we're going to rescue the Rev.

No more posts here until we have the Rev. Paperboy safely back in the bar with a bottle of (I'm saying rum... how about you folk?). Agreed then. Rum. OK, you Scotch drinkers can bring some of that along, but keep it cheap.

Git on over there! We can do this real quick.

And for those of you without a horse, this will keep you thinking of us