Whooooeeee....clean'n lady piss me off. Well....not really pissed of, but she do'n what "she" want an' not what "I" tole her to do. "Ya don't start from the bottom lady, ya start from the top".
Ok, maybe I'm a little premature here with the clean'n lady, but dad gum it, I'm the boss. I write the checks.
"We have a problem Lisa, this is not clean". The old "white glove" trick proves the quality of work accomplished. I 'member one time in the Navy we had us a clean'n exercise an' a "white glove" inspection. The nice clean'n inspector officer says to me...."your locker sure do look nice all shiny like that, but is it clean"? He runs his pretty white glove across the top my locker wheres nobody can see, he look me straight in the eye an' say....."clean that...an' when you finish, go clean the head". Damn!!!
"I'm get'n to the airplane stuff, just hang on for a sec". But first.....I'm sickas a dog this morn'n. Ya see, I was gonna grill me up some blackened hot dogs for supper last night. At the last minute, I change my mind. Taters, sauerkraut an' sausage. That was all fine an' dandy....I eat me up two big bowls full. And then, a couple hour later I gets these rumbles in my belly. I got to go....bad. Oh don't get all upset 'cause I mention "got to go". Everbody got to go at least one time in their life. Well, I figgers since my system is all cleaned out, I don't need no stomach medication, so I didn't take it last night. Now this morn'n, I think I'm gonna puke. Hee hee Billy Bob, you a man of words".
I was sit'n in a RV park in Port Aransas. Just mind'n my own business, an' the phone rings. It's my long lost cousin in California. Aunt Myrt had fall down an' break her hip. Would I please drop everthing an' come to California an' take care of her? Well yeah, she's my aunt ya know. So's I head for California in the dead of winter...."Alice" slug'n down gallon after gallon of high octane freshly distilled "go go" juice. Damn gasoholic!!!
I was get'n bored push'n aunt Myrt around in a wheelchair all day long. Grocery shop'n an' cook'n for her. Jump'n to her every need. I'll build "another" airplane, that what I'll do. I get online an' order me up a Sig Kadet just like the last one I builded and flew back in 1974....or there abouts......58 inch wingspan, great big ol' 4 cycle motor....go a hunnert mile a hour I betcha.
So there you have it, I'm a airplane builder.
Did I ever tell ya bout the one what landed out in the middle the street? Some damn fool run slap over it.....nuttin left but a little pile of broke up balsa wood an' a .049 motor what never run again. Pedestrian airplanes should have the right of way....don't ya think?
Ok, maybe I'm a little premature here with the clean'n lady, but dad gum it, I'm the boss. I write the checks.
"I'm get'n to the airplane stuff, just hang on for a sec". But first.....I'm sickas a dog this morn'n. Ya see, I was gonna grill me up some blackened hot dogs for supper last night. At the last minute, I change my mind. Taters, sauerkraut an' sausage. That was all fine an' dandy....I eat me up two big bowls full. And then, a couple hour later I gets these rumbles in my belly. I got to go....bad. Oh don't get all upset 'cause I mention "got to go". Everbody got to go at least one time in their life. Well, I figgers since my system is all cleaned out, I don't need no stomach medication, so I didn't take it last night. Now this morn'n, I think I'm gonna puke. Hee hee Billy Bob, you a man of words".
I was sit'n in a RV park in Port Aransas. Just mind'n my own business, an' the phone rings. It's my long lost cousin in California. Aunt Myrt had fall down an' break her hip. Would I please drop everthing an' come to California an' take care of her? Well yeah, she's my aunt ya know. So's I head for California in the dead of winter...."Alice" slug'n down gallon after gallon of high octane freshly distilled "go go" juice. Damn gasoholic!!!
I was get'n bored push'n aunt Myrt around in a wheelchair all day long. Grocery shop'n an' cook'n for her. Jump'n to her every need. I'll build "another" airplane, that what I'll do. I get online an' order me up a Sig Kadet just like the last one I builded and flew back in 1974....or there abouts......58 inch wingspan, great big ol' 4 cycle motor....go a hunnert mile a hour I betcha.
So there you have it, I'm a airplane builder. Did I ever tell ya bout the one what landed out in the middle the street? Some damn fool run slap over it.....nuttin left but a little pile of broke up balsa wood an' a .049 motor what never run again. Pedestrian airplanes should have the right of way....don't ya think?
Howdy # ! BB,
ReplyDeleteHow come you to take a pic of a wadded-up paper towel, huh???
I like the pics of the airplane you builded and crashed in the middle of the strett so the idjit could run over it... That's a lotta work just to let an idjit crunch it... Did Aunt Myrt appreciate your 'services' or the airplane????
Howdy Bean. That wad of white paper towel was my white glove test. It didn't pass inspection....as you can plainly see.
DeleteI didn't crash "that" one in the middle of the street. It ain't even been in the air yet. Built in 2003....or was it 2004?
Building airpanes - is there anything you can't do, Billy Bob? It was a nice looking plane too.
ReplyDeleteIt still is a good look'n plane. Got that sucker stored in a compartment under "da house".
DeleteI tried make'n a radio one time. All I got was static. So yes, there are some things I cain't do....electronics.
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DeleteSorry folks, but I won't be a part of troll comments....
ReplyDeleteI get the feeling that there is a lot more to the "Aunt Myrt" story?
ReplyDeleteNice looking plane. buddy!
That plane looks good lets see it flying!
ReplyDeleteIt wasn't a "troll" comment....you just don't want people to know the real you. I guess you need to
ReplyDeletemake people think you are the 'good' guy and feel sorry for you. You do not need to comment to this as there will be no more comments after this.