wally

[sammy the blade]

Any word about Wally? If you are a good boy this year Santa just might reward you. I wouldn't bet on it though.

[Wally J. Corpse]

Greetings, Mr. Sammy The Blade-
Here's the word onst Wally- Eye haved been struggletizing with this whole surprise lunged collapse/surgery hobby I got going...There I was, ASsured by the Doctors of'n an almost practically believeable cureage, however, after experiencing an discomfort in chest, had X-rays done, which indicated a return of the partial collapsed lung again. First pneumothorax was over 1/3rd of left lunged capacity. This new one is reported to be less than 10%, therefore, the medical Einsteins have decreed that I do not have to be admitted for another round of chest stabbing festival, they said it might maybe self heal, less than convincing. Eye amst merely hoping to survived 'till 1/13/17, minst 60th B-day, wherein I shalt inflame those vultures a-pecking at mine Corpse for heirlooms/souvenirs.

AS ever,

Your ol' pal,

Wally J. Corpse

[sammy the blade]

You need to drop the surgery hobby for a new one! May I suggest whakin off a little more often. Glad to hear your not hospitalized or incarcerated somewhere!!!

[DonC]

Good to hear that the light at the end of the tunnel may not be an oncoming train. Hope for the best and expect the worst and, with luck, you'll end up somewhere in the middle.
My best thoughts for a recovery that remains on the uphill slope.
DonC

[sammy the blade]

Wally hasn't posted in awhile, anyone have any good news about Sir Wally?

[whippersnapper]

Where are you Wally?

[sammy the blade]

An old friend of mine just told me his wife needs a transplant for both lungs, DON'T SMOKE CIGARETTES

[Wally J. Corpse]

Greetings, Legion Of Fan-
Your ol' pal, WJC, is somewhat still gasping in this limited dimension. AS is due, eye am reaping the rewards of aged poor decisions in regard to that whole 'might be important' breathing thingie. I am following the medical industry rep.s' suggestion, to wit- come back later and we'll see if your collapsing lung has self healed. Not a re-ASsuring professional decree, but-so what ?once you have been declared legally dead, everything else is an adventure in humor/hedonism/euphoria chasing. If'n naye else, eye am rather proud to reflect back on a fact that mine persistent grouching may haved helped resulted in the creation of the fabled Kriss bladed swinguard, which, perhaps almost maybe mighst be enjoyed by future children of all ages. Until such time AS later, or if once again sent back into the state mandated DR. Yermazaho's LSD enema rehabilitation dungeon abyss, eye shall try to postage herein, AS someone must be aware of the need to inflame the sensibilities of the inmates herein.

AS ever,

Your ol' pal,

Wally J. Corpse

P.S. Mr. Sammy-therein lies a risk of making any, even well intended, peripheral disparaging comments unto mine wife, or Corpselets, I still have enough energy to spark up the Wally J. Corpse Grudge Program...

[sammy the blade]

LSD enema, how did you get so lucky?

[john]

Hello Wally,
I'd like to be the first to wish you a most joyous and wonderful new year 2017. May it be is healthy and prosperous and exciting as 2016. I look forward to reading your inspiring prose.
John

[natcherly]

Thanks for the update, Mr. Corpse. You are an inspiration to us all. And Yes, your persistence re: the Kris Swinguard was instrumetal in pressuring Maniago cutlers into taking a risk. They sold like hot cakes, or in your case, pan de muerto.

Keep on Truckin'!

[sammy the blade]

Wally, check in a little more often please. Your adventures are inspiring! As for the wife and kiddies that's off limits for even me. Enjoy the enemas!!!

[sammy the blade]

Bumpin it up again. You out there Wally?

[sammy the blade]

Wally, are you still amongst the living? Haven't heard any words of wisdom from you in awhile. Hope your still with us and iffin your not please send us a sign of some sort that us fellow deviates will recognize.

[Wally J. Corpse]

Greetings, Legion Of Fan-

I still somewhat exist in this temporal plane. Eye survived mine 60th birthday last Friday the 13th, and a conspiracy of Corpselets conveyed me unto Cache Creek Casino for the Amazing Blue Oyster Cult, likely my last public outing. Lotsa fun, excepting that the casino allows indoor smoking, which hit my feebletized lungs hard, and had me gasping away on my lil' rescue inhaler.
AS I reviewed my life saga, sitting on my seatless metal throne, king of a castle made of sloughed off dead skin cells, surrounded by a moat of expended bodily fluids, the ghosts of fallen dreams shrieking in the hollowed halls, I find myself grateful for a few things, one of which has provided me with comfort and chuckles, that being the ol' pals herein, thanks!
I shall attempted to en-post more frequently, barring lapses of awareness provided for me by the medical ward, Dr. Yermazaho.


AS ever,

Your ol' pal,

Wally J. Corpse

P.S. AS a token of mine appreciation for the EMTs and medical staff that has repeatedly saved my dumbass, I would like to buy and bequeath say, a dozen economy model 9" green acrylic handled bayonet or kriss bladed stiletto autos. Does anyone herein have a recommendation for a source in the states wherein I can acquire a decent, modestly priced package?

P.P.S. Eye still speak with Mr. Doofus Emeritus, and plead for his return to TB, yet he maintains a souring of his alleged mis-treatment herein...