Thank ya thank ya thank ya....

I sure do want to thank everbody what wished me a Happy Birthday yesterday. I were begin'n to think my ratings had dropped to a all time low and Billy Bob's Place was being boycotted. I suppose I learned something yesterday with all the well wish'n birthday comments. 

So what am I do'n with my blog what I didn't do a couple years ago? Is it just that I'm a couple years older, writ'n stuff that don't interest nobody but myself? Too much repair/fix/modify? Not enough silly stories, accidents and nonsense? "Damn Billy Bob, ya gotta git with the program....write something funny". 

For everbody what ain't lik'n the new Blogger format, bout all I can say is it's just like the old one. Does the same thing just like the old one. When I first changed over a couple months ago, I hated it too. Didn't take long to get used to it. Had to 'spearmint with it a bit before I forgot there was a old one I used to use. Don't ask me why they changed the format 'cause I ain't got a clue. All I know is that the new one works.....just like the old one.

Wayne fix me up a birthday dinner last night. Throwed half a chicken on my plate, some grilled taters and some the most god awful tast'n beans ya ever ate. I were expect'n baked beans, so's I take a great big ol' bite. What the hell???? They was black beans with corn in 'em, something what look like celery....maybe onions. Worstest beans I ever eat in my life. Not eat...taste. Throw them straight in the dumpster. Sadie Mae wouldn't even eat 'em. Good thing too, 'cause she farts in bed.

That reminds of a cat I onest owned. Well something like that. He sleeped on the pillow right next to mine. And he farted at night. I ain't talk'n no little sweet smell'n farts, but these things were god awful nasty "wake ya up from a dead sleep" farts. One time he were lay'n on the couch next to a lady visitor, get'n petted an' stuff like that, when he let loose one them things. The lady get all beet red and says...."I gotta go". Never see her again. Damn cat. 

Gonna run down the road a piece this morn'n....or afternoon. I done run slap out my little cigar thingys I suck on. Make a Walmart run while I'm out. Walmart got the bestest maters ya ever eat. Corn on the cob ain't too shabby neither. Then stop by the produce sell'n place....get me a watermelon an' a couple cantaloupes (spell checker did that).

Ok....got things to do....laters.