Geez, I wake up this morning and "Tom" hasn't weighed in? Tilly assured me she was going to make sure he did, and Pudgie kicked him in the shins and said, "Just do it, Daddy, and prove you're not Uncle Martin!"
Well, anyway, they did stop by "Martin's" on their way home and sent me a dual selfie from their cellphone.
That's Tom on the left, Martin on the right. No, wait, Martin is on the left. No, wait - well, anyhow, that's them ... or two of them of, anyway.
At some point, Team Martin, you will really need to explain (1) why someone who seems to be more or less intelligent plays this game; (2) why he plays it so obviously and badly and persists with it when caught
in flagrante delicto; and (3) why all of his alter selves are so bubbling with venom. I - and Pudgie assures me he's on board with this - find it far more fascinating than anything to do with the JFKA.
Now I'm on to Sydney. As John correctly pointed out to you, "Sidney" is one of your sock puppets, Sydney is a city Down Under, mate.
