Transcript of my recent IM session with Ol' Will:
Blofeld: Thanks for the pictures. The place looks like I'll really enjoy it, and if I decide not to return to Colorado, I can hide on your property for years without you ever being any the wiser.
Will: That's true. Lots of hiding places here. I sometimes think that actress from Superman, Nichol***** whatever is living on my grounds.
Blofeld: Margot Kidder? You've got a woodpile?
Will: Yeah, her! Lots of them. I have about five cords of wood stacked around the place
Blofeld: Ah ... now the truth comes out. We're being invited only to cart the wood up the hill...
Will: Shit. I let the cat out of the bag
Blofeld: "Hey, gang. You want a beer? Two more logs from the depth of the property... Looking for food, idjuts? Cord and a half... FASTER, FUCK-NUTS!"
Blofeld: "But, Will ... it's hot. Can we have water?"
Will: NO water! Water costs money.
Will: Sweat. I have sweat right here
Will: Damn. Like I really need a lot of firewood in August, when it will be between the high 90's and over 100 degrees. Heh!
Blofeld: Yes, but you're getting ready for the winter...
Will: Winter is 70 degrees here
Will: Not like Denver at all
Blofeld: I know. But you need the wood for your imported, Italian pizza oven...
Blofeld: Will, your cover is blown, the secret is out. I'm posting the wood hauling conspiracy on the site.
Will: Its not my wood I need hauled, its my ashes
Blofeld: Your ashes ... need your barbecue pit cleaned, huh?
Will: Yep!
Just thought you should know. We're a work-party, folks. REBEL! REFUSE TO GO (like Django).
Blofeld: Thanks for the pictures. The place looks like I'll really enjoy it, and if I decide not to return to Colorado, I can hide on your property for years without you ever being any the wiser.
Will: That's true. Lots of hiding places here. I sometimes think that actress from Superman, Nichol***** whatever is living on my grounds.
Blofeld: Margot Kidder? You've got a woodpile?
Will: Yeah, her! Lots of them. I have about five cords of wood stacked around the place
Blofeld: Ah ... now the truth comes out. We're being invited only to cart the wood up the hill...
Will: Shit. I let the cat out of the bag
Blofeld: "Hey, gang. You want a beer? Two more logs from the depth of the property... Looking for food, idjuts? Cord and a half... FASTER, FUCK-NUTS!"
Blofeld: "But, Will ... it's hot. Can we have water?"
Will: NO water! Water costs money.
Will: Sweat. I have sweat right here
Will: Damn. Like I really need a lot of firewood in August, when it will be between the high 90's and over 100 degrees. Heh!
Blofeld: Yes, but you're getting ready for the winter...
Will: Winter is 70 degrees here
Will: Not like Denver at all
Blofeld: I know. But you need the wood for your imported, Italian pizza oven...
Blofeld: Will, your cover is blown, the secret is out. I'm posting the wood hauling conspiracy on the site.
Will: Its not my wood I need hauled, its my ashes
Blofeld: Your ashes ... need your barbecue pit cleaned, huh?
Will: Yep!
Just thought you should know. We're a work-party, folks. REBEL! REFUSE TO GO (like Django).






