Thursday, April 13, 2006

There's Oil in Them Thar Hills!


Gusher, MS> Rex Howell, tireless servant of righteousness and deer hunting, and resident Buckmaster at the Famous Christmas Place feverishly shifted through contracts, making notes and additions, spent hours going through land records and abstracts, took soil samples, rewrote lengthy legal briefs, interviewed parties involved and took depositions, checked deeds and surveys, carefully thought out, weeded out and checked out final drafts of the large mineral leases brought by evil oil barons. Put all work into a complex file system, researched the internet for background on the parties of the first part, and systematically negotiated for hundreds of hours the final lease for the mineral rights to the Christmas Place. His loving brother Paul said “Screw him, show me the money!” His other adoring brother Trent said“I’m not going to have a bunch of damn oil wells messing up my hunting, there’ll be hell to pay” His father who dotes on his son said “ Damn fool, didn’t get enough money” and went back to hoeing in the garden. They really appreciated his selfless efforts, obviously, and since everyone was in agreement Rex quickly faked all the signatures and mailed the signed contract back. So if you see some oil derricks sprouting up you know who to thank.