

Since our first Midnight Inanimate Execution I have received some interesting letters in the mail from some
sicko who won't acknowledge the reality before us. The duck committed a crime, I sentenced the duck, and
The Captain ran it over several times ensuring its gruesome death. No pardon from the mayor, DNA
"Evidence", or copy cat waterfowl in Florida will bring this duck back. Whoever is trying to muddy the waters
may well be putting themselves in danger of being part of our next execution.
Me and Sue finally made up but it took alot of talking and butt kissing on my part. We made a deal that if I
popped the boils on her back and buttocks all this week she would forgive me for the insult about the
'teeths'. She has like six major boils(I would call them goiters) and dozens of smaller ones that are a job to
tend to. I've never seen the like and she claims "her ex-boyfriends hounds gave them too her"....who
knows but they say maintaining a relationship takes work and I'm ready to fight for this one.