See!? Right before the map burns up, below the Ponderosa, that's Tahoe baby!
By the way, all four of those Cartwrights? Dead.
Oh, and wish me happy birthday, you selfish #*%@.

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Happy Birthday, Hoss...
Posted by: Jenny | July 29, 2010 at 08:35 AM
First-aren't you too young to remember Bonanza? I think even I'm too young and I'm as old as dirt!
Second-happy birthday you #*%@. :)
Posted by: Diane | July 29, 2010 at 09:45 AM
Aw, Little Joe! Happy Birthday!
From Pa, Hoss and Adam. Wasn't there another brother, Eugene, who went off to law school? Or am I thinking of Big Valley? I remember when they all came to Hop Sing's rescue after some mean guy cut off his pony tail. And Hop Sing was no kung fu master, so he couldn't kick ass. Wow, this is all coming back in a rush of nostalgia. Thanks, Joe.
Posted by: Pambasilea | July 30, 2010 at 06:15 AM
Yeah, so Im not here to get your email because Im on vacation. Likely drunk. Possibly sleeping. Either way, without internet. SO, Ill deal with you after the 31st. How does that sound?
Super.
Posted by: HeyJoe | July 30, 2010 at 06:15 AM