but I don't blame you.
Stranded....
but I don't blame you.
'cause we're going to the quarry.
again.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Telegram for the Three Amigos
BURNING FEVER BURNING FEVER STOP.
DECORATED CORPSES AND FEET STOP.
LEFT TURN, MEN WITH TITS GETTING BITCHES STOP.
I'M GOING TO BE LATE.
DECORATED CORPSES AND FEET STOP.
LEFT TURN, MEN WITH TITS GETTING BITCHES STOP.
I'M GOING TO BE LATE.
Nostalgia
I found a Gregg ruled notebook and I am not afraid, like Bobby Goins.
Here we mow:
MUMP THING ALIMONY PLAN:
There is most certainly a system. A rhythmic approach to solving routine situations. For too long now, there has been a blighted reliance on these methods as the end-all solution. My friends, we all know that nothing we touched before, touch now, or will touch in the future is the end product. Or at least, we can all agree that we HOPE its not (pause for laughter). Imagine the responsibility of finality.
With that being said, we look to each other as unto ourselves. We are brilliant and like-minded. We have already solved the problem of 'how', so let's move forward into the 'why'. (Big applause and lights fade in)
-circa 1998
Here we mow:
MUMP THING ALIMONY PLAN:
There is most certainly a system. A rhythmic approach to solving routine situations. For too long now, there has been a blighted reliance on these methods as the end-all solution. My friends, we all know that nothing we touched before, touch now, or will touch in the future is the end product. Or at least, we can all agree that we HOPE its not (pause for laughter). Imagine the responsibility of finality.
With that being said, we look to each other as unto ourselves. We are brilliant and like-minded. We have already solved the problem of 'how', so let's move forward into the 'why'. (Big applause and lights fade in)
-circa 1998
Friday, March 13, 2009
labels
Ethan was introducing his buddy Jeff to a sweet little piece at a function one night.
Ethan: “Susie, have you met Jeff?”
Jeff: “It is nice to meet you Susie.”
Susie: “Nice to meet you too, Jeff. Good grief, how tall are you!?”
Jeff: “six foot seven I believe.”
Ethan: “HAHAHA, ask him how tall his dad is!!”
Susie: “oh really, how tall is he?”
Jeff: “Ethan you’re bastard.” Walks off pissed
Susie: “huh, what is going on?”
Ethan: “HAHAHA, his dad doesn’t have any legs!”
Susie: SMACK “you ARE a dick!”
Here is a little ditty about Ethan and Jeff. Jeff is a tall, quiet man, at least six foot seven. Ethan, not so much. Maybe five foot eight. He was a very charismatic person. Could charm anyone anytime. One evening in college after some Red Dog these two knuckleheads hatched a good time for the party that night.
Jeff: outside trying not to laugh
Susie: “I am sooo sorry about that Jeff. I didn’t know.”
Jeff: “no problem Susie. It isn’t your fault. I don’t know what is wrong with Ethan. He brings that up every time someone mentions how tall I am. He does it to shock people into not mentioning the height issue.”
Susie: “he is such an ASS!” and goes back inside.
The concept is a simple one. Shame folks into a life lesson. “Yes, I played basketball. Yes I need to watch out for that ceiling fan, low eaves, etc…”. Too bad they didn’t practice it on some one less attractive. Would have been nice to keep talking to Susie.
Susie: “Why are you such an idiot!? He is very upset out there right now.”
Ethan: “HAHAHA, Susie seriously it is a joke! His dad is fine!”
Susie: “What are you talking about?”
Ethan: “see here he comes now, dude get over here and tell her it was just a joke.”
Jeff: back in the room “man what are you talking about? I am tired of this crap.” Giggling
Susie: “you are both assholes.” Walks off
Aaaaaand scene.
Ethan: “Susie, have you met Jeff?”
Jeff: “It is nice to meet you Susie.”
Susie: “Nice to meet you too, Jeff. Good grief, how tall are you!?”
Jeff: “six foot seven I believe.”
Ethan: “HAHAHA, ask him how tall his dad is!!”
Susie: “oh really, how tall is he?”
Jeff: “Ethan you’re bastard.” Walks off pissed
Susie: “huh, what is going on?”
Ethan: “HAHAHA, his dad doesn’t have any legs!”
Susie: SMACK “you ARE a dick!”
Here is a little ditty about Ethan and Jeff. Jeff is a tall, quiet man, at least six foot seven. Ethan, not so much. Maybe five foot eight. He was a very charismatic person. Could charm anyone anytime. One evening in college after some Red Dog these two knuckleheads hatched a good time for the party that night.
Jeff: outside trying not to laugh
Susie: “I am sooo sorry about that Jeff. I didn’t know.”
Jeff: “no problem Susie. It isn’t your fault. I don’t know what is wrong with Ethan. He brings that up every time someone mentions how tall I am. He does it to shock people into not mentioning the height issue.”
Susie: “he is such an ASS!” and goes back inside.
The concept is a simple one. Shame folks into a life lesson. “Yes, I played basketball. Yes I need to watch out for that ceiling fan, low eaves, etc…”. Too bad they didn’t practice it on some one less attractive. Would have been nice to keep talking to Susie.
Susie: “Why are you such an idiot!? He is very upset out there right now.”
Ethan: “HAHAHA, Susie seriously it is a joke! His dad is fine!”
Susie: “What are you talking about?”
Ethan: “see here he comes now, dude get over here and tell her it was just a joke.”
Jeff: back in the room “man what are you talking about? I am tired of this crap.” Giggling
Susie: “you are both assholes.” Walks off
Aaaaaand scene.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Skeegalton Shackleford Wanewrite?
If I had a hammer I would lay some wood. Is it baseball season? I am pining for me some Skeegs. Sure wish that man would rear his mop head in these parts. Where you at Chuck Nice? You out chronicling you some rustic values? You out tracking blight? Pop on Jer. You got the face for Radio and the voice for Print but oh how we love you and your vision. As you can see by the quality and frequency of other posts our world is missing you. So make like a baby and head out of your hole. Rejoin the movement. And I do not mean tomorrow. You do not get to win. If you win then we all lose and that is unacceptable.
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Why was the cat afraid of the tree? It was afraid of the bark you morons. I couldn't believe it though. I swear I had seen that same cat in that same tree just yesterday. I was out in the yard taking an inventory of the lady bug to cricket quotient and its effect on my soils nitrogen to iron ratio when I looked over and that dang cat was in the tree licking its fur. We will not get into where the cat was licking but rest assure it was hot.
It has been quiet so i forced the issue. That is right.
It has been quiet so i forced the issue. That is right.
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