Dumpster kind of day

No stories today. Just every day nonsence.

Yesterday I says...."I know what....I think I'll just go outside an' swak me up some golf balls round the yard".

I get all dress up in my "ranch'n" duds an' head out the door. Grabs holt of my sand wedge an' bout half a dozen balls. I'm gonna practice me some 30 yard chips. Well, with all the rains we had, the grass done growed up an' I cain't find them damn balls after I hit 'em. "Now what ya gonna do Billy Bob"?

This morn'n I feels like I fell out of a dumpster. An' I ain't even been in a dumpster.

 All I did was swak some freak'n golf'n balls yesterday. My back an' hip was kill'n me. Make me have some them dad burn leg cramps again last night. At 2:30am an' 4:30am, I was jump'n up an' down on my toes try'n to get me some relief. Go sit on the couch for a hour while the pain goes away. Damn....is it 9:30...."git up Billy Bob".

I sure do like sit'n round sip'n up a cup an' think'n back on all the silly shit crap I did as a youngster. Much younger than what I am today. But my life ain't been all silly shit crap. There's a serious side to the old Billy Bob also.....ya know. But I don't think bout that kind of stuff very often. Just ain't right be'n serious all the time. I always thought "serious" was for educated folks for when they got in some kind of trouble an' they couldn't work it out on their own. I ain't the most educated person alive, but I also ain't stipit an' dumb neither. I'm think'n, the only time to get serious, is when nuttin else works. I can live with that philopisphy...even if'n I cain't spell philosophy. But yes, I am think'n "serious" bout what the hell I gonna do with the rest of my life. But I got to first talk it over with Sadie Mae before I make any drastic changes. Damn I hate change.
"You hear that Obama? I don't like freak'n change". Damn that felt good.....yeee har!!!

Now I must go through all my tax files an' prepare myself for a IRS audit. Hee hee.....that felt good too.