Learn'n life ain't easy when ya ain't go nobody to tell ya how to do stuff. Ya don't just wake up one morn'n, go to the school house, an' expect to know everthing when ya get back home. I figgered out at a early age, if'n ya wanna learn how stuff works, ya take it slap apart. Take a good look at the parts an' then put it all back together. If'n it still works, ya learn something. Ain't everybody can do that though. With parents scream'n at ya, "don't touch that", ya ain't gonna learn nuttin.
When Billy Bob started go'n to school, the teachers had their hands full. I was that little feller, in bib overalls an' high top shoes with the laces tie in knots, sit'n in the middle of class look'n out the winders with a gleam in his eye. There's stuff outside them winders an' I gonna put my fingers on all I can. I was a dreamer, an' 2+2=4 don't make no matter to me. Nouns an' verbs have no place in my life. Who the hell is George Washington? Oh yeah, he's the punk ass kid what chop down his daddy's favorite cherry tree.....an' walk barefooted across the Potomic river in the dead of winter tote'n groceries home from the Walmart store.
It didn't take long, after a hunnert trips to the "office", that I fell in with the rest of the crowd. Learn me some school'n stuff I did. I pick an' choose what I want to learn, think'n down the road a piece ya know. All that other stuff, history, geography, algebra, disect'n frogs an' stuff like that was nonessential in my life. At what time in my life am I gonna find it necessary to do surgery on a freak'n frog? Think "pan fried frog legs".
I turn out pretty good consider'n. I can read an' write, add numbers, spell better 'an some an' I got me some common sense. Ya don't get common sense from school ya know. I learn me enough out there on the streets to fill a book. Ain't much the old Billy Bob cain't do, 'cept'n for fix'n electronics....what I probly could if'n I would a pay attention to to cut'n up freak'n frogs in school.
Went off to the golf ball swak'n course yesterday. Remember I was tell'n ya I been feel'n pretty good? Back ain't been hurt'n like it usually do? Well, I fix that right up. Thought I was gonna die before I finish 18 holes. "Swing easy Billy Bob". That what I did. End up with a score of 93. Dad gum putter let me down though. Ain't nobody can miss 3 foot putts. Much less 4 of 'em.
I'm [this] close to hook'n up "that jeep" to the back of "da house". I'm want'n to go catch me up some fish....like that one OFM Barney catched up yesterday. It's been a while since me an' Barney see each other. I'm rather excitis bout that. Ain't too often ya find somebody what like to do the same things you do. Hope to hell he's still in Del Rio by the time I get there.
Well shoot, I'm think'n I need to head outside to "da porch". Sip me up a fresh cup an' do a little think'n.
When Billy Bob started go'n to school, the teachers had their hands full. I was that little feller, in bib overalls an' high top shoes with the laces tie in knots, sit'n in the middle of class look'n out the winders with a gleam in his eye. There's stuff outside them winders an' I gonna put my fingers on all I can. I was a dreamer, an' 2+2=4 don't make no matter to me. Nouns an' verbs have no place in my life. Who the hell is George Washington? Oh yeah, he's the punk ass kid what chop down his daddy's favorite cherry tree.....an' walk barefooted across the Potomic river in the dead of winter tote'n groceries home from the Walmart store.
It didn't take long, after a hunnert trips to the "office", that I fell in with the rest of the crowd. Learn me some school'n stuff I did. I pick an' choose what I want to learn, think'n down the road a piece ya know. All that other stuff, history, geography, algebra, disect'n frogs an' stuff like that was nonessential in my life. At what time in my life am I gonna find it necessary to do surgery on a freak'n frog? Think "pan fried frog legs".
I turn out pretty good consider'n. I can read an' write, add numbers, spell better 'an some an' I got me some common sense. Ya don't get common sense from school ya know. I learn me enough out there on the streets to fill a book. Ain't much the old Billy Bob cain't do, 'cept'n for fix'n electronics....what I probly could if'n I would a pay attention to to cut'n up freak'n frogs in school.
Went off to the golf ball swak'n course yesterday. Remember I was tell'n ya I been feel'n pretty good? Back ain't been hurt'n like it usually do? Well, I fix that right up. Thought I was gonna die before I finish 18 holes. "Swing easy Billy Bob". That what I did. End up with a score of 93. Dad gum putter let me down though. Ain't nobody can miss 3 foot putts. Much less 4 of 'em.
I'm [this] close to hook'n up "that jeep" to the back of "da house". I'm want'n to go catch me up some fish....like that one OFM Barney catched up yesterday. It's been a while since me an' Barney see each other. I'm rather excitis bout that. Ain't too often ya find somebody what like to do the same things you do. Hope to hell he's still in Del Rio by the time I get there.
Well shoot, I'm think'n I need to head outside to "da porch". Sip me up a fresh cup an' do a little think'n.
If 18 holes kills ya, why not just play 9? Or am I just talking like a girl?
ReplyDeleteYup, you are talk'n like a girl. If'n I'm gonna go play golf, I'm gonna play all 18 holes....do or die. It's a "man" thing.
DeleteCan't wait to see the pictures of the fish that you and Barney are going to catch.
ReplyDeleteHow long ya got to wait Dizzy. It could be a loooong time.
DeleteGet out there a do that "man" thing with OFM Barney and have too much fun.
ReplyDeleteOk, you win. I put up 2 blogs today, and everyone's blogroll still shows only the one from 5 days ago. Definitely something is wrong with Blogger's crawler that updates the blogrolls.
ReplyDeleteFrom what I read it was only Billy Bob and I that were having that problem. Not that I am glad mind you but at least it is happening to someone else. Blogger and their "updates" (here I insert thumbs down)!
DeleteHalf the time these days I have to go to my 'blogger dashboard' to see an accurate account of what's happening.
Delete"Nouns an' verbs have no place in my life. Who the hell is George Washington? Oh yeah, he's the punk ass kid what chop down his daddy's favorite cherry tree.....an' walk barefooted across the Potomic river in the dead of winter tote'n groceries home from the Walmart store."
ReplyDeleteYou are a "nut case" jajajajajajaja....that is why I love reading your blog...you make me laugh :D
BB if I had to chose between book sense or street sense I personally would chose street ,you learn there what life is all about...When your on the out side looking in I think you see much clearer.
ReplyDeleteNow Billy-Bob just go out and hook-up that Jeep and get your ass near a fishing hole...Can't tell how much it will make you feel better. Just an sitting in that boat even if you don't catch anything. You know you need to be around water just as much as I do. Any live-an-board boater can't escape it....
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