Damn… damn. Just damn. I had the dogs out in the back yard tonight. Everything was pretty cool for most of the evening.

10 seconds.

10 seconds.

The fuckers ran around the side of the yard.

They came back.

They’d been skunked.

One was pukin’. One was lookin’ peaked. Yes, he’s white, and he always looks that way.

These damned dogs stink. They stink to high heaven.

I don’t know whether or not to put ‘em in the garage tonight, or run to the store for some FDS.

I tried to get the boy to do it. He ain’t. I don’t blame him. I wouldn’t.

I told him to call his momma. Or his sister. That’s a woman’s work, purchasing FDS.

Got damn they stink.

10 seconds…

A hundred and 5 words if I count right, and there ain’t no guarantee there, before this sentence. I guess that don’t even make the cut ‘eh Elisson1? hundred.

While some threaten with new shit purchases, some do it. I are some, that do it. It ain’t so hard Jimbo. Neener brother. I got me a new big assed capitalistic COMputer. It’ll be here by 6 15. Next month, one day.

I’m sure it ain’t all that, but hey, the 7 year old I had finally bit the dust. Guess winderz killed it, ‘eh Sam?

I thought, before I started, everything was “Easy as Dell”… which, I must admit, had a familiar ring to it. Turns out, 2 chats later, and a phone call later I was “congratulated”. Hell, you’d have thunk I’d have just given birth.

I’m just hopin’ when the danged thing shows up, it’ll snatch video, or, snatch, snatch videos… Say that real fast 3 times.

I’m a boob man anyhow. But I do like the shake.

PS: If anybody knows what the title of that song about “It’s just the Shake”, or who the artist is, I’d sure appreciate you lettin’ me know. Google’s bein’ a bitch”.

Never get into a beamer… Sorry Denny

I know it’s old news, but hey, I was taking a little stroll down memory lane. Wichita Lineman, By the time I get to Phoenix, Sittin’ on the dock of the bay… No, no rhinestone cowboy for me… I ain’t goin’ there.

By the way, I was truck whisperin’ the other day, and this is what I was told… don’t believe it. Not for a second.

Talk about stacked… they’re both chromed.

‘Necks do love chrome now.

Hey dimocrats… listen up…

Odd that it took a British band to sing that eh?

And Tony B…, speaking of Brit’s, my man, everybody else’s poodle, (hell some dimocrats ’round here for that matter) I’m sorry y’all feel this way.

Fuck + 46 fucks = 46 fucks +1… or 47. True dat… (Your boss might not like the next tune… it tends to polarize people a bit, and some dude says fuck a bunch of times)…

There’s just something so right about including Fredie D’s tune in a post that he’d so absolutely disagree with… On the other hand, the man does speak the truth when you think about what the radical Islamics want to do to us. And when that’s over with, I suppose they’ll just cut our heads off.

Yeah, Freddie gets a little liberal with the F’bomb… what’d you expect? I still don’t get the chocolate starfish and hot dog flavored water thing though…

Nanci… what should we do about that? Get a big jet and fly away? can w get one big enough for my dogs to come along as well? They have to pee too.