Just returned from the CPA (which I believe stands for Cough-Up Pretty-Much-All of it) and he says that I owe the fed’s some money (big surprise huh) and that the state owes me, so it is Peter pays Paul this year. (Not to be confused with the sixties folk singer bunch that used to play at the Hungry Eye in the Tenderloin District of San Francisco)
I used the short form this year. I said, “Stick to me, I don’t have no receipts!”
We are getting a modest refund and paying out of one account, into another. God Bless the I.R.S. So it appears that we will have heat and light this month, which is a good deal, I hate trying to read by flashlight.
Bought a new album, George Straight, on the Troubadour CD .. Title cut is “I Saw God Today”. Lifts me up, makes my heart soar. Not bad if you are a twanger. One definition of the word “Troubadour” is a person who walks around a restaurant singing. I tried that once at Denny’s at about three in the morning, they asked me to leave. I guess they are not music lovers, or it could have been the getting up on the tables, I forget.
Now I just sing in the shower … Opera mainly …. I NEED A HAIRCUT! I NEED A HAIRCUT! I NEED A HAIRCUT! But I am only allowed to do it when Cup Cake is at the Super-Center buying groceries.
Came across some little 19 year old girl on the net this morning, she said, I am not making this up people …. She said that “she had dropped three pairs of underwear into the toilet over the weekend, and she was now wearing one pair of them.”
And I thought to myself … why?
Why would anyone (in their right mind) post something like that? Incredible. For a split second there I thought about answering her with …. “Hi there, my name is Bubba, I am a alligator farmer in Shreveport, Louisiana and I read yo’ post. I am wearing my underwear inside out, as I had previously worn them for three days without changing and wanted to wear something different the rest of the week. I feel muchly more fresher today.”
But I stopped short of posting it (I could not remember a suitable screen name at the time). Most of the time, when I come in the front door and the dog immediately sticks her nose in my crotch, I know it is time for me to get a fresh pair underwear! (Oh, stop it! You’re killin’ me Don.) I wrote a post on it last month, buying new underwear, think I posted it … Somewhere.
Best Email of the week: “My husband, being unhappy with my mood swings, bought me a mood ring the other day so he would be able to monitor my moods. We’ve discovered that when I am in a good mood, it turns green. When I am in a bad mood, it leaves a big frickin red mark on his forehead! Dumb butt.”
Now a woman like that usually doesn’t have a nickname like Cup Cake. You might be able to find her behind the cash register at the local Truckstop or working in the tire changing facility. She be the rather attractive lady with an arm full of tattoo’s smoking a cigar, can of Skoal in her right rear pocket of her over-alls. Lo-Retta sounds like a good name to me ….. Hey, Lo-Retta, you got any lug-nuts?
Someone also put up a post that said, “I see you are still writing. I hope you keep it up?”
Which I thought was kind of a suggestive thing to say of a man of my age and physical attributes … But this is a clean site, so we will now move on. I need to get outta here, I hear the word counter police hammering on my door again. They are coming to take me away!
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