Most loyal comrades, grieved brethren and sad sisterine,

It is with trepidation and severe angst that I must report a highly suspicious suspicion, that dear Mrs. Al Czarweary is "missing in action". It was lastly reported that she busy planting food cropery to feed the feedershunger when she suddenly and most abruptly, disappeared. We have not heard from her since and my grave concern is that she is in a grave somewhere. (sob sniffle). I do not know for an absolute certainity that she has joined the brave Mooslimic freedom fighers (btw, do the womenhood in Mooslimic beliefs receive virgins too? Do they have a choice of non-virgin, experienced males???) in the sky.


I am asking if any of you have heard from our dear loyal friend, that you speak now with informative information that we may spread to the group.

Mrs. Al, if you are out there (wherever 'there' is), we are thinking of missing you . . . . thinking of and missing you.

Kind regards, etc., etcs and I hope you get your male of choice,

Frau & Friends

p.s. if you have any actuate photos of the deceased. . . missing Mrs. Al that might be of amusement assistance in looking for her, please post them here.

Oh dear. I'm not sure if this is relevant... But a family member has mailed me this in Christmas wrapping. I don't know what to think. Is Mrs. Al Czarweary being sold piecemeal, or is she in pork business now and is a victim of a poor choice of words? Of course this could be some entirely different Mrs. Al Czarweary.

Seems like an adequate brain surgery sample kits for children and beginners. Once my children are done, I'll mix them with some greens and call the dish Salad Brain Surgery.

OH MY. This is distressing, Red Square. It could be one of the underwives had her undone and disposed of. It could be she escaped willing left and went into some risky capitalist business venture or worse yet, her likeness and imagery was absconded from her and used in a capitalist business venture (which sounds more likely). In any case, I am hopeful she is not the main ingredient (but one must add, a very smart move to cover up possible questionable questions on her 'disappearance')

Enjoy Mrs. Al. {sniffle,,,sob,,,sniffle}

Dear Comrade Alfred, my that is a lovely looking group of viral, strong malehood. I am betting, if she has left us permanently, she will find an interesting new friend. (sniffle sob)

What is there for the fearing, my good friend, Freulein! I am always for being someplace. But as for being deadened... ALA ZEG!!!! Are you not for knowing that I must also sometimes be about the many businesses I am for the czaring of?

And what is that funny business with me porking??? I am not for porking!!!!! Porking is HARAM!!!! Ala zegggggggg......

Comrade Alfred, what lovely images of some of my compatriots. Such a good looking group of such robustness makes me for being teary eyeballed.

Now let me be for telling you of so much of the adventures I have been for having.

As you are for knowing, in the autumn time there is much busy time for harvesting for the CPPP. It is also happy time as so many of the country peoples are finally finding the work. I am so much of the good supporter of the peoples when it comes to the giving of the jobs to the joblessness. Dear Leader perhaps can be making for some tips from me when it comes to making for the jobbing.

It was of much concern for me, though, to be the discovering that an infiltraitor had been to my camp - one An-d St'hurn. This rabble rouser was trying to be for making much of the troubles and one day when I was for making the inspection in the field I found these two, Id and Iot, dancing with such dissident signage.
I could not be for having such things as we are all for knowing that such will bring down such productive company that is CPPP. So I sent Misha to deal with Id Iot and whoever else was to be for their group. Hmmmm.... maybe they were for becoming such contents in the wonderful Mrs Al Czarweary's Pork Brains in good old fashioned Mother's Milk Gravy! Sometimes Misha is good for making new business that will bring together many different aspects of the Mrs Al business complex. But why was he not for telling me he had been for soing such good works? Misha... Misha... MISHA!!!!!!!!

Hmmm... I can not be for finding him now. Frau, would you be for knowing where is the Misha?

After so much of the harvesting and conditioning of the poppies for export, I was for going to the Sinaloa region of Mexico to be for the selling of my A1 product. They have special saint there, a Jesus Malverde who they are very much liking for veneration. I do not understand such customs, but a good business womans is to know her market. I brought then a statue of their saint and inside was filled with my wonderful poppy powder. I then visited many of the dealers traders of such goods and there was much complimenting to me for wonderful package design. Many orders were filled. Here you can see me with such good trader named El Diablo. I then returned to my homeland to enjoy last bit of autumntime. So much of the wonderful walks I was for making in such crisp airiness.
And then it struck. I was for so much of the believing in the Glowbull Warming I was for making many long treks into uninhabited region. BIG MISTAKE!! Wait until I am for getting my hands on the Algore I will be for making pork brains of him!

So much of the big blizzard was to come and I was left to be for shaking and shivering in so much of the coldness without a Misha to be for keeping me warm. I trudged through many feet high of blizzard for many days and was also for being made almost snowblinded. I had also been for losing my way as the snow was as thick as goat gonad soup and I could not be for seeing where I was for going. Such luck finally was for spilling on me and I was for finding cave and I was for huddling in back for many of the days. I was for being much blessed by All Ah though because I was for having some matches in my pocket and the cave had been with much leaf littering so I was to make small fire. I was even for getting some sleep only to wake up and find the opening of the cave had been covered with so much of snow I could not be for getting out!

But again All Ah was for keeping watch over me. I looked around the cave and in firelight I could be for seeing something shimmering in one nook of cave wall so I went to take look and... LO AND BEHOLD!... standing up against cave wall in such nook was a shiny new SHOVEL! Now I could be for shoveling myself out of cave. I will never be for forgetting again such good advice of always being Shovel Ready!

It has taken me many of the weeks to find my way back to home cave. Although so much of the adventure is great for the story telling on such cold winter nights, I have learned so much good lesson - never to leave home without beared beanie again! The underwives have been for making many of the jokes on me calling me Satan Clause and Rudolph the Red Nosed Czarweary. Alazeg... I am not for getting any of the respect....

Mrs Al,

Your back! I have a little present for you that I found awhile back and Red Square improved upon on another thread that is perfect to give you on your return after your long ordeal and absence. Glad to see you are well!!!!

With that said, IF YOU EVER PULL A DISAPPEARING ACT LIKE THAT AGAIN WE'RE GONNA HAVE A PROBLEM!

Lest we forget what happens when made members pull disappearing acts.... just sayin...

A point of order, Fraulein Pulloskies...

It is not considered proper Party Etiquette to inquire as to the status of conspicuously absent Party apparatchiks as it could lead to YOUR conspicuous absence as well (especially in the cases of unannounced purges)!

I recommend that in future you constrain your ThoughtCrime and erase from your memory any recollections of future conspicuously absent Party apparatchiks in accordance with established Party protocol. Otherwise you run the risk of activating your Complete Circles of Life Biochip which will auto-enroll you as a Necroproxy for the 2012 elections.

Also, Fraulein Pulloskies and Mrs Al Czarweary... Cover up, Sisters! Or the Mutawah will be along shortly with their camel sticks!

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Now we know where Comrade Whoopie has been disappearing to on the weekends...

Commodore Snoogie, it is with much equal thanks that I am for the accepting of sorely needed beard care gloss. Frostbite is for doing such terrible things to the facial hairs and with such gloss they will soon be soft, silky and smooth again. Maybe once it had done the job you will be for the liking of stroking my facial hairs? Hmmm... I am for wondering if it will work on other hairs too?

Comrade Buffoon, such glorious welcoming of my return. My country peoples are also for shooting of the guns when they are happy.

Comrade Rooster, it is good to see you have assessed the situation and saw to it to make for the good covering of the wymns. Modesty is making the back come.

Mrs. Al, how good to hear from you again and to learn that talk of your premature death was, well...premature.

You have no idea how much we've all missed you and now that you're finally back I trust all of the stuff that was looted from your cubicle here at Party HQ will be returned.

ah ha! Our Mrs. Al, we are filled with such gulag giggles to have you back with the living. We were bemoaning your begoneness and besmirching ourselves for that having checked into your cave earlier (those underwives are filled with jealously, are they not. I think it is the glorious beard).

We are pleased to see you have been about the Peoples Busybody Business ™ and now, you should be up the the Peoples Cube Business ™ . We have many Winter Solstice beet cookies to be preparing for our festivities.

(p.s. just betwixt you and me, if Comarde Whoopie starts telling his jokes, move slowly away and do not look back.)

Hey that reminds me of a joke...

Frank was excited about his new rifle and decided to try bear hunting. He
traveled up to Alaska , spotted a small brown bear and shot it.

Soon after there was a tap on his shoulder, and he turned around to see a
big black bear. The black bear said, "That was a very bad mistake.
That was my cousin. I'm going to give you two choices. Either I maul you to
death or we have sex.

"After considering briefly, Frank decided to accept the latter alternative.
So the black bear had his way with Frank. Even though he felt sore for two
weeks, Frank soon recovered and vowed revenge.He headed out on another trip
to Alaska where he found the black bear and shot it dead. Right after, there
was another tap on his shoulder. This time a huge grizzly bear stood right
next to him.

The grizzly said, "That was a big mistake, Frank. That was my cousin and
you've got two choices: Either I maul you to death or we have rough sex."

Again, Frank thought it was better to cooperate with the grizzly bear than
be mauled to death. So the grizzly had his way with Frank.

Although he survived, it took two months for Frank to get fully recovered.
Now Frank was completely outraged, so he headed back to Alaska and managed
to track down the grizzly bear and shot it.

He felt sweet revenge, but then, moments later, there was a tap on his
shoulder. He turned around to find a giant polar bear standing there.

The polar bear looked at him and said, "Admit it Frank, you don't come here
for the hunting, do ya?"

Comrade Whoopie wrote:Hey that reminds me of a joke...
..........................
The polar bear looked at him and said, "Admit it Frank, you don't come here
for the hunting, do ya?"

Comrade Frank Whoopie, I am thinking you are liking the bears jokes too much. (moan sigh)

Comrade Whoopie, I am also reminded of a joke...

A busty Fraulein, a bearded mooslim lady and an unhinged black woman in pigtails walk into a cavebar....

aw never mind....

Comrade Buffoon wrote:Comrade Whoopie, I am also reminded of a joke...

A busty Fraulein, a bearded mooslim lady and an unhinged black woman in pigtails walk into a cavebar....

aw never mind....

Yeah I think I heard that one already. There's a variation that starts "A dyslexic walks into a bra..."

Comrade Whoopie wrote:

Comrade Buffoon wrote:Comrade Whoopie, I am also reminded of a joke...

A busty Fraulein, a bearded mooslim lady and an unhinged black woman in pigtails walk into a cavebar....

aw never mind....

Yeah I think I heard that one already. There's a variation that starts "A dyslexic walks into a bra..."

[off]

took me a minute to get that one...

One could only imagine how More Equaler Red Square stomachs our yick yack...



I heard another one BTW.

A Kenyan Socialist, a white skank and an exiled African-American Communist walk into a peep booth...

aw never mind...

Two comrades were on bridge and making urine. One said the water's cold. One said the water's deep. I think one was denounced and thrown in Gulag.

What is so much of the attraction with the jokings of the bears? It is seeming Comrade Whoopie has been for watching too much of the Palin nature show.

Frau, I am much loving Winter Solstice beet cookies!! We will be for baking up a storm... ooops NO more storms no more storms no more storms

Comrade Buffoon wrote:Comrade Whoopie, I am also reminded of a joke...

A busty Fraulein, a bearded mooslim lady and an unhinged black woman in pigtails walk into a cavebar....

aw never mind....

I AM TIRED OF HEARING UNTRUE SAYINGS, COVERED UP BY "THIS IS A JOKE". WE NEVER DID THAT; I NEVER HAPPENED; AND NO MEN CHANGED HANDS!

I am so pleased you are finding the cookies pleasing, Mrs. Al. They should go nicely with the Winter Solstice Gulag Shindig, I believe to be held at Commissar Theocritus, if I can inform him in time and if we can get Bruno out of the main parlor long enough to decorate. If not, then we'll intrudehave it at Buffoons or Whoopie . . . perhaps dear Leninka's or if worse comes to worse, we shall "borrow" Red Square's abode will he is out doing whatever he does!