Sadie don't feel good

"Yeee gads Billy Bob, look what the hell ya did now". I just lighted the grill....that's all.

Ya see, it's like this....I gonna eat me up some pizza bread for supper tonight. Heat 'em up on the grill for bout 30 minute...till the cheese is all melted an' the pepperoni is all shrivel up. I go outside an' turn on the grill for a warm up....bout 400 degs should be fine. Bout 8 minute is all it takes. I goes back outside with my froze pizza bread an' opens the grill. Oh crap....what the hell? Somewheres in the instructions it plainly states....fold out the plastic side table thingys before igniting burners. The fold'n little side tables are still usable. Why no roar'n plastic fire I don't know. I betcha a dollar I don't do that no more.

Anyhows, if took longer than anticipated to melt that cheese. That freak'n cookie sheet is too big, an' I ain't got nuttin smaller.......so get over it. Something bout that pizza bread taste just like burn plastic.

Poor little Sadie Mae. She lay there on the couch last night look'n all sad an' stuff. She's in pain I can tell. Got that big ol' bandage wrap around her. That got to be uncomfortable too.

Last night must have been a terrible night for her. She wake me up all night long snuggl'n up to me, poke'n her nose in my neck (cold nose)....want'n me to comfort her. This morn'n she lays on my bare feet here at the computer table.

My God lady, the guy was just hav'n a fun day with his kids....why make a federal case of it? Jesus lady, mind yer own business and mend your own ways before point'n boney fingers. Hmmmmm....weren't there a song called boney fingers? Hoyt Axton if'n I'm think'n right.

I get that way sometimes.....point'n fingers an' such. Some guy take up two park'n spaces at Walmart, break out the camera an' call the "park'n lot cops". I ain't never really done that, but I was think'n bout it. Little things like that get on our nerves an' we think "I do no wrong". Often times I don't look at my own short comings, but I keep a watchful eye out for others. "You cain't do that". But I can.

You should see me when I pull "Sally da house" in a Walmart park'n lot. I take up 6 or 8 spaces. Ya see, when I got "that jeep" hook up to "da house" we are right at something like 57 feets long......give or take.

And the winner is...... I been watch'n the Voice for the last bout 6 weeks ya know. This program/show/whatever has brung emotions out me that I thought were gone forever. I sure as hell wouldn't want to be seen in public act'n the way I was the last 3 weeks watch'n these kids get up in front of 20 million viewers. Damn, I would pee my pants if'n it was me up there. But anyhows, I'm gonna go out on a limb an' say the little 16 year old country singer will win the whole sheebang. If'n ya ain't never heard her yet, you will soon, right out of Nashville, Tennessee. Win or lose.....this girl is a *STAR*. An' that Michell girl....she ain't never gonna be in no food stamp line. 

I got all that stuff packed back in "that jeep" yesterday.  Damn, it's all fish'n an' "bubba" boat'n stuff. All pack in there in a neat pile. Dad gum goat won't be chew'n on that stuff no more. Even got room to carry my golf'n clubs in the back instead of in the front seat. I play golf just in case ya didn't know.