Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Bored slap out

Since I had nothing to write about yesterday, thought I would poke a few keys here this morning. kasunehhnxzhulajdhygvskdijsdjj.....how bout that???

Yesterday was another one them boring days where all I did was lay around. Finished reading a book, what I don't EVER do. First one in over 30 years. Broke out the Play Station and run my freak'n batteries down. But I did whoop Tiger by 6 strokes before I had to crank the generator to put some juice back in the batteries. Not a whole lot of sunshine on the solar panels yesterday and it looks bout the same today.

Some time in the next couple days I gonna make a trip to Walmart....20 miles. Done ate up all my chicken and pork chops. So....today will be spent mak'n up a list of stuff.

Boy howdy did we have a camp fire last night. Six of us was sit'n out there eat'n up some the best spaghetti I ever ate around a roar'n fire. Bout 8:30 I called it a day and retired to "da house"....with nuttin to do. Read some news, blogs and "groups" on the internet and went to bed.

Speak'n of the internet....has anyone noticed that there are less people than there was a year ago? Is it that they are getting bored or just down right "don't give a flip" no more? I know why my blog roll is down...'cause I ain't work'n on stuff and break'n it. Ya need a project Billy Bob.

Coming home the other day, I heared a new sound com'n out from under "that jeep". Clickity, clickity, clank clank...or something like that. Hmmmm....universal joints??? Climbed up under there and nope, not universal joints. What the hell now??? Hate this "that jeep". Anyone wanna buy a perfectly good '97 Jeep???


  1. "RETARDED GRANDPARENTS - (this was actually reported by a teacher)

    After Christmas, a teacher asked her young pupils how they spent their holiday away from school. One child wrote the following:

    We always used to spend the holidays with Grandma and Grandpa. They used to live in a big brick house but Grandpa got retarded and they moved to Florida ...Now they live in a tin box and have rocks painted green to look like grass.

    They ride around on their bicycles and wear name tags because they don't know who they are anymore. They go to a building called a wreck center, but they must have got it fixed because it is all okay now, they do exercises there, but they don't do them very well. There is a swimming pool too, but all they do is jump up and down in it...with hats on.

    At their gate, there is a doll house with a little old man sitting in it. He watches all day so nobody can escape. Sometimes they sneak out, and go cruising in their golf carts.

    Nobody there cooks, they just eat out. And, they eat the same thing every night -- early birds. Some of the people can't get out past the man in the doll house. The ones who do get out, bring food back to the wrecked center for pot luck.

    My Grandma says that Grandpa worked all his life to earn his retardment and says I should work hard so I can be retarded someday too. When I earn my retardment, I want to be the man in the doll house. Then I will let people out, so they can visit their grandchildren.


  2. "This morning on the Interstate,
    I looked over to my left and there was a

    In a brand new
    Doing 65 mph
    With her
    Face up next to her
    Rear view mirror
    Putting on her eyeliner.
    I looked away
    For a couple seconds !
    And when I looked back she was
    Halfway over in my lane,
    Still working on that makeup.
    As a man,
    I don't scare easily.
    But she scared me so much;
    I dropped
    My electric shaver ,
    Which knocked
    The doughnut
    Out of my other hand. !
    In all The confusion of trying
    To straighten out the car
    Using my knees against
    The steering wheel,
    It knocked
    My Cell Phone
    Away from my ear
    Which fell
    Into the coffee
    Between my legs!
    And burned
    Big Jim and the Twins,
    Ruined the damn phone,
    Soaked my trousers,
    And disconnected an
    Important call.

    Damn women drivers"

  3. BB maybe this would be a good use for that jeep:
    Hermet Jim showed this on thanksgiving.

  4. " Dancing

    An old prospector shuffled into the town of El Indio, Texas leading an old tired mule. The old man headed straight for the only saloon in town, to clear his parched throat. He walked up to the saloon and tied his old mule to the hitch rail. As he stood there, brushing some of the dust from his face and clothes, a young gunslinger stepped out of the saloon with a gun in one hand and a bottle of whiskey in the other.

    The young gunslinger looked at the old man and laughed, saying, "Hey old man, have you ever danced?" The old man looked up at the gunslinger and said, "No, I never did dance.... never really wanted to."

    A crowd had gathered as the gunslinger grinned and said, "Well, you old fool, you're gonna' dance now," and started shooting at the old man's feet. The old prospector, not wanting to get a toe blown off, started hopping around like a flea on a hot skillet. Everybody was laughing, fit to be tied.

    When his last bullet had been fired, the young gunslinger, still laughing, holstered his gun and turned around to go back into the saloon. The old man turned to his pack mule, pulled out a double-barreled shotgun, and cocked both hammers. The loud clicks carried clearly through the desert air.

    The crowd stopped laughing immediately. The young gunslinger heard the sounds too, and he turned around very slowly. The silence was almost deafening. The crowd watched as the young gunman stared at the old timer and the large gaping holes of those twin barrels.
    The barrels of the shotgun never wavered in the old man's hands, as he quietly said, "Son, have you ever kissed a mule's ass?"

    The gunslinger swallowed hard and said, "No sir..... but... I've always wanted to."

    There are two lessons for us all here:

    1) Don't waste ammunition.
    2) Don't mess with old people, especially ones from Texas."

  5. BB after running a website for the last 11 years and a BBS for 5 years before that I can tell you there are slow parts of the year. You'd think that in the winter time people wouldn't have anything else to do but get online, but evidently that isn't the way it works. I've noticed several slow times a year. Winter seems to be one of them. I think ALL of the blogs are slow now.

  6. Now that you mention it, I haven't read a book in years myself.

    Used to participate in a lot of forums a couple of years back and there was a noticeable decline during the holidays and during the summer months.

    Eating spaghetti around a campfire sounds like fun.