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BFE Reporter Monday




BFE Reporter Monday
This is where I step aside and let you guys post.


Today marks the 1500th post of Existing In BFE.



Remember, there's no congratulations like self congratulations.    You've never tooted a horn like your own.  Patting yourself on the back is a gateway activity that can lead to overstimulation.  Well, you get the drift.

And Now Today's BFE Reporter Monday



This was sent in by an anonymous submitter.  In the center is a certain Wombie performing I Am A Man of Constant Sorrow by the Soggy Bottom Boys a week or so ago at the Oak View Country Club.  Appearing on stage with him is his wife, Holly (L) and Mike Etheridge (R).




I'm shocked that there is even one iota of a performer gene in the Wombie although upon further reflection, I shouldn't be.  He is amongst friends and has done this schtick once before about 7 years ago.   I don't know what brought him out of retirement other than a need to receive adulation from his adoring fans.  



I hear there is a video of this performance.  Should it surface, even a bootleg version,  I'll post it.  For now, your imagination will have to suffice.


As you can well imagine, your Type B, severely introverted blog host never swoons towards a spotlight of any kind, sober or otherwise.  I may have karaoked in the past, but age brings wisdom.  And since I am a whole 7 minutes older, thus, wiser than the Wombie,  I can claim a prescience beyond belief.  As proof, I can tell Mark is going to look up the word "prescience".  That, my friends, is prescience. 


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