I could'a went to the golf course this morn'n, but I rekon...I ain't go'n golf'n today. If'n it was a few degs warmer an' if'n I had got out of bed a couple hours earlier, I would be swak'n golf balls. It's 57 degsan' I didn't fall out of bed till 8:30. Well, I didn't actually "fall" out of bed, but I can guarantee it didn't take me very long to hit the floor. Ya see, I had me some them leg cramps bout three times last night. You talk bout jump'n out of bed....Yeee haw!!!
I'm think'n this crazy helicopter idea of mine is for the birds. Ha...for the birds....git it? Anyhows, I waste somewheres bout 4 or 7 hours yesterday read'n/research'n all bout remote control helicopters. I watch some of 'em fly on You Tube too. Well, I really didn't waste my time, I probly learn one more way how to save myself $1000....give or take a hunnert or two. Maybe I'll just go to Walmart an' pick me up one them little suckers ya fly inside "da house"....for bout $30....give or take. Naaa....that ain't my idea of a helicopter. *Idea scrapped*
Kick 'em when they down. You know what I'm talk'n bout.....don't ya? I don't feel good. I'm freak'n depressed. I'm bored. It's cold. I don't need to be kicked around like some stray dog. Just feed me some morsels, give me a place to sleep, say nice things to me an' I'll be your friend for life. There was this half starve German Sheppard dog come crawl'n up on the front porch. Probly weigh bout 25-30 pound. He was one pitiful look'n skinny dog. Somewhere's in his life he was throwed out to the dumpster. Kind of like the old Billy Bob was when he was younger. Probly mistreated too. He show up on "da porch" one day....all scraggly look'n an' stuff. I give him a drink an' feed him. Next day he back on "da porch". An' the next an' the next....an' so on. He was my newest bestest friend.
I keep that old skinny dog. Named him "Duke" 'cause he had that look of royalty. Duke went everwheres I went. He was my cook'n taster. Remember the spaghetti I make with Campbell's Tomato soup? He was my guard dog. Remember the cop what was scared to get out the car? He was always by my side....lick my hand, stuff like that. Ya see what I'm talk'n bout here? Don't be kick'n 'em when they down.....even if'n they ain't royalty.
I been hav'n a terrible time try'n to find a subject to talk about. I don't remember stuff like I used to.....Billy Bob is los'n his mind. I done told ya bout most my life from when I was a little feller up to today, the ups an' downs, the good an' bad times....my adventures an' misadventures. There ain't much left to talk bout. "Oh....did I ever tell ya bout the time.......???"
I'm think'n this crazy helicopter idea of mine is for the birds. Ha...for the birds....git it? Anyhows, I waste somewheres bout 4 or 7 hours yesterday read'n/research'n all bout remote control helicopters. I watch some of 'em fly on You Tube too. Well, I really didn't waste my time, I probly learn one more way how to save myself $1000....give or take a hunnert or two. Maybe I'll just go to Walmart an' pick me up one them little suckers ya fly inside "da house"....for bout $30....give or take. Naaa....that ain't my idea of a helicopter. *Idea scrapped*
Kick 'em when they down. You know what I'm talk'n bout.....don't ya? I don't feel good. I'm freak'n depressed. I'm bored. It's cold. I don't need to be kicked around like some stray dog. Just feed me some morsels, give me a place to sleep, say nice things to me an' I'll be your friend for life. There was this half starve German Sheppard dog come crawl'n up on the front porch. Probly weigh bout 25-30 pound. He was one pitiful look'n skinny dog. Somewhere's in his life he was throwed out to the dumpster. Kind of like the old Billy Bob was when he was younger. Probly mistreated too. He show up on "da porch" one day....all scraggly look'n an' stuff. I give him a drink an' feed him. Next day he back on "da porch". An' the next an' the next....an' so on. He was my newest bestest friend.
I keep that old skinny dog. Named him "Duke" 'cause he had that look of royalty. Duke went everwheres I went. He was my cook'n taster. Remember the spaghetti I make with Campbell's Tomato soup? He was my guard dog. Remember the cop what was scared to get out the car? He was always by my side....lick my hand, stuff like that. Ya see what I'm talk'n bout here? Don't be kick'n 'em when they down.....even if'n they ain't royalty.
I been hav'n a terrible time try'n to find a subject to talk about. I don't remember stuff like I used to.....Billy Bob is los'n his mind. I done told ya bout most my life from when I was a little feller up to today, the ups an' downs, the good an' bad times....my adventures an' misadventures. There ain't much left to talk bout. "Oh....did I ever tell ya bout the time.......???"
I want to hear about your gold prospecting days and how you built all of that equip.
ReplyDeleteNo, you didn't tell us bout the time. . .Sure would like to hear, unless you forgot. Why do guys our age forget things?
ReplyDeleteYeah, tell us in detail about your gold prospecting and how you got rich. LOL
ReplyDeleteI'd like to know if you consulted your doctor about those cramps; its a sign of something wrong BB. Did you get blood labs recently? Sounds like a potassium lack you have. I ain't tryin to interfere, so don't get bristled up; just concerned about you. I used to get leg cramps awful; knock on wood.
I wish a good old stray dog would walk up on my porch - one that would appreciate good food and comfort, and a pleasant old lady to live with and guard.
ReplyDeleteSometimes I think that strays are sent to be with certain folks for a reason...directed by a higher power! Hey, it could happen, ya know?
ReplyDeleteHope you don't think I was kicking you while you're down. I certainly did not meant to critisize you. Was asking about holes in fishes mouths to increase my understanding. You do realize I can't spell and the world rotates around me don't you? I want to know how you became rich by mining for gold.
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