Tain't much going on

I cut my finger instaling a metal flap on the stove at the PBR.

Almost purposefully hit a spodestrian (you're welcome, cousin Luke- use at will).

Diagnosed an overheating problem on the car of a young lady at work.

Cleaned up a little for the Yooj coming to town tomorrow.

I have Theory of a Dead Man and Katie Perry fighting to become the supreme ear virus in my head.

I meant the thing about the teddy bear, well, Ted.

Gotta get this knife holder:

I love lazy fishing

Friday night I caught a channel cat using a treb and chicken livers. It was very hard to catch. What you have to do is bait and cast your line, then the pole in the rod holder and go up to the cabin to drink beer and watch the movie, The Big Labowski.

In the morning, there will be a fish on your line, and it looks like this:

gone fishing

Tomorrow and Saturday I'll be at the lake with cousin luke visiting John's lures.

I messages will be listened to when left on the phone.

Ah- Springtime

Springtime is when you don't have to have a raging fire on the back porch and then freeze as you pee in the yard.

God bless beer and good friends. One of which I have.

OW, FUCKITY-FUCKITY-FUCK-FUCK THAT HURT!

cut my finger with the hatchet last night while splitting shakes in the basement and now have a splint and a bandage on my finger.
No stitches, just a bit of blood.

I only had two beers.

I thought I typed like shit before.

kaboom!

I'm up here in Indy, and we picked up Cousin Luke's son's car. We at at Cheeseburger in Paradise for lunch and then got the car. We went to Crackers to watch some good comedy.
We had fun, and during the main event (after I cheezed of plenty of times) the main comic Tammy Pescatelli asked someone what the problem was, an a young lady at the table next to me said "Someone shit their pants."
She said "I smell it too!" and then went into a rant about smelling farts.

I stopped a comedy show and redirected the comedy.

I love me.

Time doth disapear

My older brother Darrell has a birthday Friday. If you want, e-mail or call him and let him know how happy you are that our parents were drunk one night in June 1970 that culminated in the bundle of whatever in March 38 years ago.

Like him or hate him, he does have a big truck, so he's somewhat useful.

hahahahaha

It's March 2nd, Damnit!

I was on the phone to the Yooj to make sure all is well in his homestead, as snow has a way of making trees take out power lines.

He and the fam are groovy, but while talking with him, I came off with this gem:

"It's March. There's snow in the Carolinas, and it's 17 defuckinggrees here. I'm driving up to Puxatawny, yanking Phil out of his hole, and kicking him in his furry little asshole."

My pepper seeds are starting to sprout on the dining room table, the fishing poles are on sale at K-mart, and I'm tired of hunkering down inside. I need spring.

These are called Peter Peppers. Cousin Luke and I got some seeds and plan on planting some of these in a flower pot in a prominent area of the local establishment of higher learning.