Butterbean stir'n coffee beans

Dad gum it ButterBean, ya done got my dander all stir up. The only time I ever ruin a cup of coffee in my whole life, was the time I put salt in it think'n it were sugar. That were early in the morn'n after a hard night of danc'n with the young wimmins ya know. I done tole ya yesterday that "some" people drink their coffee black. I also tole ya that I don't like nasty black coffee. My favorite color is blue. I eat spinach out of a can. I wear briefs underdrawers. Taco Bell is my favorite Mexican restaurant. Could I be wrong bout ever thing???

Boy howdy, I'm glad that's over with. I was think'n I was gonna have me a heart attack when I read that my coffee sucks.

Ok, what was we talk'n bout? Oh yes....golf ball swak'n. A few years back, I were bout 64 year old, I bought me some brand spank'n new golf clubs. At the time I was think'n I would never have to buy another set. Back then, I could step up to the tee an' slam a drive down the fareway right bout 2 hunnert 30 yards. No problem.....dead center. Now when I step up to the tee, I swing my clubs like a girl.....or a old man.....take your pick....ball go'n off in the woods somewheres. I'm think'n new golf ball swak'n sticks (clubs).

Well, I went internet shop'n yesterday an' I find me a set of golf clubs I think I would really like. They made 'specially for old farts what cain't hit a golf ball 230 yards no more. What ya think???

Just got off the phone with "pesky neighbor" Wayne. What a enjoyable 15 minutes that was. Some of ya don't know old pesky 'cause ya ain't been at Billy Bob's house very long. Wayne live right next door to me over there in Deming, New Mexico. We play golf together bout 3 or 4 times a week. He pester me bout 5 or 8 times a day. He had him a stroke an' pneumonia a couple year ago....almost die. Then he had him another one an' almost die again. Today is is do'n pretty good....consider'n he's all screwed up now. But he's walk'n an' still do'n what he can. I miss old "pesky neighbor" Wayne...even if he is a pesky old fart.

Oh holy crap....it's start'n to rain. There goes that bright idea. I was think'n bout go'n outside an' clean the back of "that jeep". I got stuff throwed all over the place in there. Ain't even got room for a table saw in there. Poor ol' fish poles is at the bottom of everthing....up under a boat an' a outboard motor.

Yup, that's the "bubba boat". 

Oh, speak'n of Sadie Mae....she got a growth. That's what I call it anyhows. It start out as a little bump, but I notice yesterday, it growed into a lump. The vet is just up the street, so next week I gonna make her a appointment. Gotta fix my girl ya know.