Fear this –>Check it… Now, relax, I ain’t as bad as y’all thought. I ain’t never once bobbed for pigs feet, but I have chugged some chittlin’s in my time.
It’s what you talk about when you have nothin’ else to talk about. For about a month now, it’s been pretty weather all week long, only to have a front move through every weekend like clockwork on Friday evenin’, which passed on through on Monday mornin’.
I’m tired of that shit.
Messes with fishin’. Messes with mowin’. It just messes. It seems like the only time the “meteorologists” are right, is when they call for rain on the weekends. Shit, I could call that one at this time of the year in this state without lookin’ outside.
Jack’s golf tournament comes up towards the end of this month. The Memorial. Anybody want to start a pool of how many days of that tournament won’t have rain?…
Crap… I got to come up with some new shit.
Was a pretty good day. Caught one fresh water clam, and fought a scum suckin’ carp through four jumps. Ear to Ear shit eatin’ grin the hole time line was burnin’ off the rod. That bastid got away in the end, but I didn’t care. It ain’t like you’d hang a carp on you wall… He/She was fun while they were on the other end of the crank bait.
Bought a used ridin’ mow yesterday. Grass was ’bout a foot tall in the areas that the dogs fertilize. Had plenty of volunteers to cut the grass, if I’d pick up the poop. They claim steppin’ in dog shit is harmful. Little do they know they’re just on the begginin’ of life’s road of dog/bull shit.
Now, I want one of these since I’ve got the ridin’ mow… Yes, it’s a turd burner. You guessed it.

In a former life GRKJI was known as William Hung(Stage Name) when he was tryin’ to bust roose in Horryrood… Here’s a few of slick Willie’s videoz.
I testicularly like 2-4, but that’s just my opinion although that chick with the Cowboy lid Paula Abdooya is pretty hot. Damn… puttin’ this sheaut together was like sufferin’ through one of those VH1 “Where are they now deals”… kinda made me want to cry. If you ain’t got time to watch ‘em all, just catch 3 and 4. Mo betta. If you got like zero bullshit time, hit the last one, 4… if you ain’t smilin’ after that, you ain’t alive…

I’m the Juggernaut bitch!
If you got ten minutes of time that you can waste and never get back, and, fuck, shit, bitch, and other assorted adjectives don’t wad your panties, then click the more link… In this case it’s more like the morON link… You been warned Yeah, I’m talkin’ to you GRKJI…
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