Muscatine

Greetings. I am ruggy, the name nedl gave his soul. I thank opinionated for his fine obit. And Jeff, I asked you to bury my blow up doll Judy with me. Now please put her in my grave. She was a one man doll.

This place they sent me to, it's very hot. And it's full of 'crats. But,they said I could communicate with the living if it would make me leave the lady 'crats alone and quit harping about cold beer.

I can't believe Nedl is really gone.  He was such a good friend.

  I remember the time DF, Nedl and I were at a bar.  Yes, we had been drinking. Yes, heavily.  And what the song says is true, "The girls really do get prettier at closing time."  We picked ourselves up some chicks.  But come to find out Nedl's chick was really a guy.  Well, Nedl being Nedl pulled out his gun and shot off the guys package.  Clean off.  Nedl just grinned and said "I made an honest women out of 'im."  It took DF and I over 75 manpons to stop the bleeding.  As we left the bar Nedl said, "Just call me Fedex, boys, cause I took care of that package."  He was a character.

Like the time Kenn, Nedl and I were out on Kenn's boat fishing.  Nedl decided he had to take a dump and dropped trou right there.  He hung his butt over the side while Kenn and I leaned off the other side to try and keep the boat from tipping over.  While Nedl was sitting there a gnar came up out of the water and bit Nedl right on the butt.  Neld jumped up screaming, and Nedl being Nedl picked up his shotgun and fired at the gnar and ended up putting a hole in the bottom of Kenn's boat.  Well everything worked out okay, cause we swam to shore, Nedl with his pants still down around his ankles, and as we climbed up onto the bank, Nedl had the biggest bluegill I had ever seen hanging from his "worm."  Nedl was proud of that fish and we took a picture of it.  Everytime Nedl showed off that picture someone would ask, "What kind of bait did you use to catch that?"  Nedl would look them straight in the eye and say, "a minnow."

Then I remember the time Nigel, Nedl and I were at Nedl's place having a few beers.  There was a knock at the door and Nedl picked up a handgun and put it into his waistband.  He went and answered the door.  It was a door to door salesman!  This guy was selling musical toilet seats.  I'm not lying, if I am then Nedl's not dead.  Evidently everytime you sat down on one of these musical toilet seats it would play whatever kind of music you liked.  Rock n roll, country, classical, hip hop.  Whatever you liked. Well Nedl being Nedl; Nedl being a real patriot; Nedl being a true American said, "Give me the most patriotic toilet seat you got."

Well I saw Nedl about a week later on the street and asked how he like his new toilet seat.

"I hate that thing!" he grumbled.

"Hate it? You bought the patriotic one, why do you hate it."

"Everytime I sit down it plays the Star Spangled Banner and I have to stand up."

I love this guy.  Anyone else have any favorite Nedl stories.

Careful. I can see what you write. Don't make me come back there. On second thought, I wish I could get out of this place. It's really hot here and Janet Reno keeps chasing me around with her barb wire whip. Those knee high black leather boots look kind of sexy though.

If ya see my old gal friend "digger" around, tell her I'm ok. You'll recognize her. She'll be the one with her fingers up her nose. Don't shake hands with her.