Boy howdy, I were cold last night. Only got down to 40 degs, but I had a chill what wouldn't go away.
Got up this morning to a sunrise of some kind. Weren't even look'n. Had my mind on other things....like what I gonna do today. Sure is hard being retired...very hard decisions.
Went outside and worked on fix'n stuff on "da house". This thing has got a trip to go on in right bout 3 weeks. I guess I'll leave some of the little unimportant things for when I get to "the slabs" since there's nuttin to do there other than sit on "yer butt", drink coffee and pester the neighbors. Hope that old "whinny" mustard ain't gonna be there this year. Complained bout everything. Dogs bark'n, neighbors play'n music, cars driv'n by, helicopters fly'n at night, bombs go'n off at the bombing range, generators too loud.....boy howdy!!!!
Tomorrow I plan to break out my high power 1100 feets per second pellet gun and shoot me some dinner. Too many quail in the road could cause and accident or something ya know. Guess I'll have to sight in the scope first so's I don't wound them cute little critters. Now all I got to do is figger out how to clean them suckers.
Today has been a terrible day for the old Billy Bob. Didn't feel like do'n nuttin. Just sit out there on that old porch drink'n coffee an think'n. As much as I hate it, I gonna go to Walmart tomorrow and spend me another hunerd dollar on stuff to eat. Go to the post office and pick up my quick connect Mr Heater hose. Drop a couple thousand off at my broker so's I don't run out of cash on the slabs trip. Boy howdy, I gonna be broke fore I leave.
Oh yeah, I want to thank all them democrats what be sentence me to death in three years. Medicare needs that $500,000,000,000 dollars they gonna use to "reform". But, being an old fart, it ain't gonna effect me that much....other than dying for lack of funds.....sheesh!!!
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Sunday, November 8, 2009
Saturday, November 7, 2009
FAP
So what??? It weren't MY fault. Not only do I know the meaning of FAP, I also don't think it's at all funny. They....Hughes Net, call it technology at it's finest to have a system that will connect to the internet no matter where you are. Ha....what they don't tell ya is that "they" will cut you off just like that.
About my operating system on this here laptop, what's wrong with it??? It does the same thing all the others do, plus more. Mr Gates ain't no dummy ya know. Even if I did change to XP, I would have the same problems I have now. My laptop is soooo dirty, when ya push one the keys ya can hear a "sandy" sound. You don't just "push" a key' ya slam it down. That poor little fan make all kinds of silly squeel'n sounds like it need a lube job. There's peanut butter in one the USB plug thingys. The screen has duct tape hold'n it together. Works as good as it's gonna.
Boy howdy was old Billy Bob lazy today. I ain't done a thing. Never did put on the first shoe. Woke up at 4am with the worstest headache ever invented. Had a big ol' crick in my neck and my back hurted like I was shot with a shot gun. Just another normal day in the life of an old retired fart.
Yesterday I broke out all the oil chang'n stuff (again) to change the oil in the Onan generator. Now where the hell is my brand spank'n new oil filter??? I know I bought one, but don't have the slightest where it at. So, put all the stuff back and took a nap. Then I put the charger on that battery I took out the little red Bronco II....there ain't nuttin wrong with that battery.
Speak'n of swak'n golf balls, I whooped poor old pesky neighbor Wayne "bad" time yesterday morn'n. Then he got all huffed up and told me "get out my golf cart and walk home". Sheesh, it weren't me hit'n his golf balls. Anyhows, all the way home all he did was holler at people out the winder and drive like a maniac crazy man. Glad it was only 5 mile.
About my operating system on this here laptop, what's wrong with it??? It does the same thing all the others do, plus more. Mr Gates ain't no dummy ya know. Even if I did change to XP, I would have the same problems I have now. My laptop is soooo dirty, when ya push one the keys ya can hear a "sandy" sound. You don't just "push" a key' ya slam it down. That poor little fan make all kinds of silly squeel'n sounds like it need a lube job. There's peanut butter in one the USB plug thingys. The screen has duct tape hold'n it together. Works as good as it's gonna.
Boy howdy was old Billy Bob lazy today. I ain't done a thing. Never did put on the first shoe. Woke up at 4am with the worstest headache ever invented. Had a big ol' crick in my neck and my back hurted like I was shot with a shot gun. Just another normal day in the life of an old retired fart.
Yesterday I broke out all the oil chang'n stuff (again) to change the oil in the Onan generator. Now where the hell is my brand spank'n new oil filter??? I know I bought one, but don't have the slightest where it at. So, put all the stuff back and took a nap. Then I put the charger on that battery I took out the little red Bronco II....there ain't nuttin wrong with that battery.
Speak'n of swak'n golf balls, I whooped poor old pesky neighbor Wayne "bad" time yesterday morn'n. Then he got all huffed up and told me "get out my golf cart and walk home". Sheesh, it weren't me hit'n his golf balls. Anyhows, all the way home all he did was holler at people out the winder and drive like a maniac crazy man. Glad it was only 5 mile.
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Maintenance day
Ok, here's the deal. Got all kind of sunshine, it's warm and I'm all fired up to "do something".
Think'n bout an oil change and change that air filter what ain't been changed in 25,000 miles. Maybe plug and wires, but probably not today.
Off to town I go......now where the hell are my dogs. I call 'em and call 'em, but no dogs. Went over and jump on Wayne's golf cart and go look'n....no dogs. Say..."to hell with it, they'll be back", so I open the door to "that jeep" and there my dogs...inside. Bet old pesky neighbor Wayne thought that was real freak'n cute.
Anyhows, Walmart done piss me off. After shop'n for an hour I got me a basket full of stuff, so I heads off to the checkouts. Holy crap, would you look them long lines...all 4 of them. I holler..."HEY", but that didn't help. So I left my cart full of stuff and went "manager" hunt'n. Old Billy Bob were HOT!!! Not a manager in sight, no where.....gone....AOL. Left the store mumbl'n stuff and went off to the auto parts store. Got my stuff there and since I had cooled off, went back to Walmart and retreived my cart full of stuff....there was 6 checkouts open along with 3 them 20 item checkouts and no lines to wait in....go figure.
Did I ever tell ya bout the time.....my youngest son (18) went grocery shop'n with me. We each took a cart and a list and fill them carts way up. We got to the checkout lines and I tell my son...."you git in that line"....what he did. After a 15 minute wait, the nice lady told my son..."this is a 20 items or less checkout". Boy howdy were my son embarrassed and pissed at good ol' dad. He never went shop'n with me again.
After an hour on the floor try'n to get both legs to work as a group, I tackled the job of an easy oil and filter change....right!!!! First thing, the oil catch'n thingy decided to overflow all over the ground....what I naturally got into. Then came the easy to get to oil filter. That sucker won't turn. Last person to change the filter must have put it on with an impact wrench. Busted knuckles, an hour oc choice words, it was finally decided to drive a big ol' screwdriver through it and hope for the best. First hole just ripped out but the second one did the trick....it moved. Over one hour just to change an oil filter....sheesh!!! Then I had to put new oil in using my homemade oil filler thingy.
That's all I gonna do today....'cept fer sit'n on da porch sip'n a cup.
Think'n bout an oil change and change that air filter what ain't been changed in 25,000 miles. Maybe plug and wires, but probably not today.
Off to town I go......now where the hell are my dogs. I call 'em and call 'em, but no dogs. Went over and jump on Wayne's golf cart and go look'n....no dogs. Say..."to hell with it, they'll be back", so I open the door to "that jeep" and there my dogs...inside. Bet old pesky neighbor Wayne thought that was real freak'n cute.
Anyhows, Walmart done piss me off. After shop'n for an hour I got me a basket full of stuff, so I heads off to the checkouts. Holy crap, would you look them long lines...all 4 of them. I holler..."HEY", but that didn't help. So I left my cart full of stuff and went "manager" hunt'n. Old Billy Bob were HOT!!! Not a manager in sight, no where.....gone....AOL. Left the store mumbl'n stuff and went off to the auto parts store. Got my stuff there and since I had cooled off, went back to Walmart and retreived my cart full of stuff....there was 6 checkouts open along with 3 them 20 item checkouts and no lines to wait in....go figure.
Did I ever tell ya bout the time.....my youngest son (18) went grocery shop'n with me. We each took a cart and a list and fill them carts way up. We got to the checkout lines and I tell my son...."you git in that line"....what he did. After a 15 minute wait, the nice lady told my son..."this is a 20 items or less checkout". Boy howdy were my son embarrassed and pissed at good ol' dad. He never went shop'n with me again.
After an hour on the floor try'n to get both legs to work as a group, I tackled the job of an easy oil and filter change....right!!!! First thing, the oil catch'n thingy decided to overflow all over the ground....what I naturally got into. Then came the easy to get to oil filter. That sucker won't turn. Last person to change the filter must have put it on with an impact wrench. Busted knuckles, an hour oc choice words, it was finally decided to drive a big ol' screwdriver through it and hope for the best. First hole just ripped out but the second one did the trick....it moved. Over one hour just to change an oil filter....sheesh!!! Then I had to put new oil in using my homemade oil filler thingy.
That's all I gonna do today....'cept fer sit'n on da porch sip'n a cup.
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Black cloud never goes away
Holy cows, what a beautiful morning. Perfect for "do'n nuttin". It were 39 degs outside, but I were inside where it was warm.
Old pesky neighbor showed up bright and early tell'n my someone wants to buy my little red Bronco II. But it wouldn't start. What the hell he talk'n bout won't start??? Went out and turn the key thingy...nothing, absolutely nothing. Freak'n battery deadlike a road kill possum. No problem....jump it. What I did, but the battery won't charge. Put my high dollar 40 amp charger on it....only 2.2 amps. Here's the deal, if'n the battery was dead before the freezes, the battery froze. That's not good at all. Put my spare in the Bronco, hook up charger, and crank engine....purr like a kitten.
Went and give them windshields a look over....hmmmm, one corner stick'n out bout 1/2 inch. That what that tape were for. Anyhows, it has a ton of that black winder stick'n stuff behind it, so it's good enough. Speak'n of that tape, just out of curiously, I pulled a piece back and off come a piece of trim. What the hell??? Put it back real quick like. Tape supposed to stay put for no less than 48 hours....are ya listen'n Billy Bob to what the winder guy told ya???
Loved Rivers rendition of the trash truck episode yesterday in the comments section. Ya gotta go back and read it. I didn't think he had a sense of humor....ha, boy howdy was I ever wrong.
Now I done ate me up a big plate full chili cheese fries and here come the sleepy eye. Sound like a nap to me......laters
Guy come by what wants to buy my little red Bronco II. Ha...same guy that cheated me out of $50 on a trailer I sold him. I just told him it's not for sale, but the Jeep is. He left.
Dang, I didn't do a thing this afternoon....other than sit on "da porch" sip'n a cup and holler'n at the new bark'n dogs. Big dogs, loud voices.
Don't know what I'm mak'n for dinner, but it looks terrible. Meat balls, alfredo sauce, noodles and broccoli all mix up in one skillet. "My God Billy Bob, you eat some weird stuff".
LOLOLOL.....hahahaha.....boy howdy, that crap sucks. Dogs even turned up there nose. Looks like peanutbutter and jelly again.
Old pesky neighbor showed up bright and early tell'n my someone wants to buy my little red Bronco II. But it wouldn't start. What the hell he talk'n bout won't start??? Went out and turn the key thingy...nothing, absolutely nothing. Freak'n battery deadlike a road kill possum. No problem....jump it. What I did, but the battery won't charge. Put my high dollar 40 amp charger on it....only 2.2 amps. Here's the deal, if'n the battery was dead before the freezes, the battery froze. That's not good at all. Put my spare in the Bronco, hook up charger, and crank engine....purr like a kitten.
Went and give them windshields a look over....hmmmm, one corner stick'n out bout 1/2 inch. That what that tape were for. Anyhows, it has a ton of that black winder stick'n stuff behind it, so it's good enough. Speak'n of that tape, just out of curiously, I pulled a piece back and off come a piece of trim. What the hell??? Put it back real quick like. Tape supposed to stay put for no less than 48 hours....are ya listen'n Billy Bob to what the winder guy told ya???
Loved Rivers rendition of the trash truck episode yesterday in the comments section. Ya gotta go back and read it. I didn't think he had a sense of humor....ha, boy howdy was I ever wrong.
Now I done ate me up a big plate full chili cheese fries and here come the sleepy eye. Sound like a nap to me......laters
Guy come by what wants to buy my little red Bronco II. Ha...same guy that cheated me out of $50 on a trailer I sold him. I just told him it's not for sale, but the Jeep is. He left.
Dang, I didn't do a thing this afternoon....other than sit on "da porch" sip'n a cup and holler'n at the new bark'n dogs. Big dogs, loud voices.
Don't know what I'm mak'n for dinner, but it looks terrible. Meat balls, alfredo sauce, noodles and broccoli all mix up in one skillet. "My God Billy Bob, you eat some weird stuff".
LOLOLOL.....hahahaha.....boy howdy, that crap sucks. Dogs even turned up there nose. Looks like peanutbutter and jelly again.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
The popster is back
Boy howdy am I ever glad to be back home. Don't EVER go to El Paso to get windshields replaced.
I could make this very short, but I ain't gonna.......
Made the right choice last night to stay at the rest area. Woke up at 4 am and look outside..."my God, it's daylight". No it weren't. It only looked like it under all them high power park'n lot lights. Have ya ever woke up and says..."where the hell am I"? That happens quite often when ya travel all over the country. Woke up on "da beach" one time think'n I was still in the desert.
Anyhows, I was still 30 miles from the winder fix'n place when I got on I-10. Allowed 45 minutes to get there by 8am. All was just fine, right on schedule, when I see this big line of traffic....in my lane. Someone done crashed up a brand spank'n new pick'un up truck. Got to the glass place at 8:25...but it didn't make no matter what time I got there, I was gonna wait.
This boy come out to the park'n lot where I was camp'n and took both my winders slap out....in less than 10 minutes. Then it was back to wait. Told that shop foreman feller to move that van and I would pull this loooong thing right in that big door. Boy howdy was it ever a close shave. With an 18 foots wheelbase, turns are very wide.
Swish bam boom.....winders installed and taped up. Hmmmmm....why the hell all the tape. They try'n to hide something??? Then back out to the park'n lot to wait 2 hours for the adhesive to take effect....or what ever.
Now, I'm back on I-10...go'n the other way right bout 60 mile when up the road I see this line of traffic. It were a bunch of rubberneckers scop'n out another wreck. Back up to 60 mile and "HOLY SHIT"...great big ol' garbage truck is com'n my way head on....from the other side the hi-way. He didn't make it....turned that sucker slap over. (didn't see any other vehicles involved)
Then I said..."well shoot, may as well get some this cheap Texas gas....with 10% ethanol. Whip'ed into a Pilot station....right! this thing won't fit in that tiny space. So back out on the road to Fly'n J....right! Freak'n card reader were broke. Pull to another pump, insert card. Now come a gazillion questions, what I can barely see. Since the gas was so cheap, I says..."filler up"....right!
Took 15 minutes to pump 21 gallons, so I cut it off at $50. They done lost a $125 sale with their slow pumps.
Now I'm back home....right at dark time. Couldn't see my "line'em up" markers so I just stuck it in the hole. Only 2 inches off on the front end. Close enough for an old retired fart.
Lug Nut and Sadie Mae sure were happy to see "daddy". Jump'n up and down like I been gone for a month. Did the same thing when I got home from the hospital.
That's all folks....see ya tomorrow.
I could make this very short, but I ain't gonna.......
Made the right choice last night to stay at the rest area. Woke up at 4 am and look outside..."my God, it's daylight". No it weren't. It only looked like it under all them high power park'n lot lights. Have ya ever woke up and says..."where the hell am I"? That happens quite often when ya travel all over the country. Woke up on "da beach" one time think'n I was still in the desert.
Anyhows, I was still 30 miles from the winder fix'n place when I got on I-10. Allowed 45 minutes to get there by 8am. All was just fine, right on schedule, when I see this big line of traffic....in my lane. Someone done crashed up a brand spank'n new pick'un up truck. Got to the glass place at 8:25...but it didn't make no matter what time I got there, I was gonna wait.
This boy come out to the park'n lot where I was camp'n and took both my winders slap out....in less than 10 minutes. Then it was back to wait. Told that shop foreman feller to move that van and I would pull this loooong thing right in that big door. Boy howdy was it ever a close shave. With an 18 foots wheelbase, turns are very wide.
Swish bam boom.....winders installed and taped up. Hmmmmm....why the hell all the tape. They try'n to hide something??? Then back out to the park'n lot to wait 2 hours for the adhesive to take effect....or what ever.
Now, I'm back on I-10...go'n the other way right bout 60 mile when up the road I see this line of traffic. It were a bunch of rubberneckers scop'n out another wreck. Back up to 60 mile and "HOLY SHIT"...great big ol' garbage truck is com'n my way head on....from the other side the hi-way. He didn't make it....turned that sucker slap over. (didn't see any other vehicles involved)
Then I said..."well shoot, may as well get some this cheap Texas gas....with 10% ethanol. Whip'ed into a Pilot station....right! this thing won't fit in that tiny space. So back out on the road to Fly'n J....right! Freak'n card reader were broke. Pull to another pump, insert card. Now come a gazillion questions, what I can barely see. Since the gas was so cheap, I says..."filler up"....right!
Took 15 minutes to pump 21 gallons, so I cut it off at $50. They done lost a $125 sale with their slow pumps.
Now I'm back home....right at dark time. Couldn't see my "line'em up" markers so I just stuck it in the hole. Only 2 inches off on the front end. Close enough for an old retired fart.
Lug Nut and Sadie Mae sure were happy to see "daddy". Jump'n up and down like I been gone for a month. Did the same thing when I got home from the hospital.
That's all folks....see ya tomorrow.
Monday, November 2, 2009
El Paso bound
Nuther one them beautiful days In Deming. Got up right bout 6:30 to 45 degs and sun just com'n up. Boy howdy, can't beat that with a stick.
Been all day get'n ready for the hi-way to El Paso, Texas. Mostly just lay'n round think'n bout what I need to do. Dread this trip. Gotta sleep in a freak'n park'n lot, then in the morning, try to figure out how to get this big thing in the narrow entrance to the work area. That's tomorrow, this is today.
That's all the news from Billy Bob's house. Will be back online in a couple days....unless the window fix'n place has wifi.
See Ya!!!
Ha....and they thought they would fool old Billy Bob. Since I'm not for park'n in a dark unsecured parking lot, decided to just stay at a Texas Rest Area where they got wifi. Not a good connection, but it's wifi.
And....since I have a few hours before I hit the sack, thought I would tell ya bout my second bb gun. But first, I suppose I should tell ya bout my "first" Daisy BB gun. I were 6 year old and my pop (what the hell was he think'n) bought me a brand spank'n new Daisy for my birthday. I was liv'n on the farm with 5 orphan kids while pop was off fight'n in the war. I were too little to cock the Daisy BB gun, so the big boys would do it for me....then tell me.."shoot that chicken"..."shoot that pig in da ass"..."shoot that cow". Boy howdy, I were a shoot'n fool. But that come to an abrupt end when "moms" fount a dead chicken. She ask..."how that happen"? I says..."it just up and died". While pluck'n feathers, moms found a little hole and inside that hole was a brand spank'n new BB. BB gun go wrap round that big ol' tree in the back yard.
Now for Daisy BB gun number two. I were 12 years old up in Palasades Idaho where my pop worked on the dam and drank beer in the tavern....lots of beer. Well, one week end they had a celebrity come drink'n beer and mess'n with the wimmins. Hopalong Cassity (William Boyd). Boy howdy was I ever proud to meet him, but boy howdy was he ever drunk. Anyhows, they was hav'n a door prize draw'n and I was the ticket picker. Got rewarded for my efforts with a brand spank'n new Daisy BB gun, what at 12 year old, I could cock with no problem.
Well, I learnt to shoot the Daisy bb gun right dead on what ever I took a notion to shoot. Pop bought a brand spank'n new used 1937 Studebaker what had them door what was back'erds. If'n ya open the door go'n 50 mph....pooof, it were gone. Anyhows, while out eagle hun't'n...all little birds were eagles, I takes aim at that old Studebaker from bout 300 yards out think'n "ain't no way I can hit that headlight from here". Wrong!!! Pop was pissed 'cause that new headlight cost as much as 4 beers. Luckily, Daisy didn't get wrapped round no tree, but it come up miss'n for the longest. Turned up again when we moved to Las Vegas. That's where I shot my cousin right slap tween the eyes. Uncle knowed right off what happen even though we had different stories. Don't know what happen to my Daisy after that day.
Been all day get'n ready for the hi-way to El Paso, Texas. Mostly just lay'n round think'n bout what I need to do. Dread this trip. Gotta sleep in a freak'n park'n lot, then in the morning, try to figure out how to get this big thing in the narrow entrance to the work area. That's tomorrow, this is today.
That's all the news from Billy Bob's house. Will be back online in a couple days....unless the window fix'n place has wifi.
See Ya!!!
Ha....and they thought they would fool old Billy Bob. Since I'm not for park'n in a dark unsecured parking lot, decided to just stay at a Texas Rest Area where they got wifi. Not a good connection, but it's wifi.
And....since I have a few hours before I hit the sack, thought I would tell ya bout my second bb gun. But first, I suppose I should tell ya bout my "first" Daisy BB gun. I were 6 year old and my pop (what the hell was he think'n) bought me a brand spank'n new Daisy for my birthday. I was liv'n on the farm with 5 orphan kids while pop was off fight'n in the war. I were too little to cock the Daisy BB gun, so the big boys would do it for me....then tell me.."shoot that chicken"..."shoot that pig in da ass"..."shoot that cow". Boy howdy, I were a shoot'n fool. But that come to an abrupt end when "moms" fount a dead chicken. She ask..."how that happen"? I says..."it just up and died". While pluck'n feathers, moms found a little hole and inside that hole was a brand spank'n new BB. BB gun go wrap round that big ol' tree in the back yard.
Now for Daisy BB gun number two. I were 12 years old up in Palasades Idaho where my pop worked on the dam and drank beer in the tavern....lots of beer. Well, one week end they had a celebrity come drink'n beer and mess'n with the wimmins. Hopalong Cassity (William Boyd). Boy howdy was I ever proud to meet him, but boy howdy was he ever drunk. Anyhows, they was hav'n a door prize draw'n and I was the ticket picker. Got rewarded for my efforts with a brand spank'n new Daisy BB gun, what at 12 year old, I could cock with no problem.
Well, I learnt to shoot the Daisy bb gun right dead on what ever I took a notion to shoot. Pop bought a brand spank'n new used 1937 Studebaker what had them door what was back'erds. If'n ya open the door go'n 50 mph....pooof, it were gone. Anyhows, while out eagle hun't'n...all little birds were eagles, I takes aim at that old Studebaker from bout 300 yards out think'n "ain't no way I can hit that headlight from here". Wrong!!! Pop was pissed 'cause that new headlight cost as much as 4 beers. Luckily, Daisy didn't get wrapped round no tree, but it come up miss'n for the longest. Turned up again when we moved to Las Vegas. That's where I shot my cousin right slap tween the eyes. Uncle knowed right off what happen even though we had different stories. Don't know what happen to my Daisy after that day.
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Is this Sunday already???
Holy Crap. Today is Sunday and I ain't even ready. Old pesky neighbor Wayne come over and says, "are ya ready"??? Ready??? Ready for what....this is a golf day ya know. Beautiful golf day.
Ok, where the hell did Lug Nut put my other shoe???
Be back laters.....
LOLOLOLOL.....hahahahaha....ain't never gonna play golf again. There ain't nobody, repeat, nobody, hit a ball over there where there ain't nuttin but trees, rocks, sand, and high weeds. Worst game I ever played since the time I hit my first golf ball through the kitchen window. What is it that old Uncle Ben says....GRRRRRR!!!
You ain't gonna believe how great a day it turned out to be. Won't be stuck in "da house" today, that for sure. Gonna finish chop'n them weeks in the yard and burn them. Pooof, no more weeds.
But first I gots to eat me up some chili spaghetti.
Yum Yum eat'um up. That was some good eat'n.
Ok, back to work. Done got all them weeds loose from where they was liv'n and put them in a big ol' pile right smack in the middle of the yard. Bout a pint of super hi test gasoline and I have me a bon fire. Flames shoot'n 20 feet in the air, smoke like ya ain't never seen and old Billy Bob back'n off for safer ground. Backward shuffle or something like that. That Billy Bob know some stuff bout mak'n a fire.
Went dumpster div'n and fount me a nice little discarded piece of what looked like something I could surely use at "da house". Took it back to "da porch" and now I got me a brand spank'n new table side my easy chair. Some people just fail to look at all the possibilities when the toss stuff in the trash.
I have nothing more to say at this time. Done a days work, played a round of golf and now it's time to lay back and relax with a fresh cup'o on "da porch".
Ok, where the hell did Lug Nut put my other shoe???
Be back laters.....
LOLOLOLOL.....hahahahaha....ain't never gonna play golf again. There ain't nobody, repeat, nobody, hit a ball over there where there ain't nuttin but trees, rocks, sand, and high weeds. Worst game I ever played since the time I hit my first golf ball through the kitchen window. What is it that old Uncle Ben says....GRRRRRR!!!
You ain't gonna believe how great a day it turned out to be. Won't be stuck in "da house" today, that for sure. Gonna finish chop'n them weeks in the yard and burn them. Pooof, no more weeds.
But first I gots to eat me up some chili spaghetti.
Yum Yum eat'um up. That was some good eat'n.
Ok, back to work. Done got all them weeds loose from where they was liv'n and put them in a big ol' pile right smack in the middle of the yard. Bout a pint of super hi test gasoline and I have me a bon fire. Flames shoot'n 20 feet in the air, smoke like ya ain't never seen and old Billy Bob back'n off for safer ground. Backward shuffle or something like that. That Billy Bob know some stuff bout mak'n a fire.
Went dumpster div'n and fount me a nice little discarded piece of what looked like something I could surely use at "da house". Took it back to "da porch" and now I got me a brand spank'n new table side my easy chair. Some people just fail to look at all the possibilities when the toss stuff in the trash.
I have nothing more to say at this time. Done a days work, played a round of golf and now it's time to lay back and relax with a fresh cup'o on "da porch".
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