Jus Saying — Wednesday Hubris From The Oklahoma Panhandler


The guy in front of me orders, and then when finished looks at me, and flatly states to the girl, his name is "The Mouth From The South.” Now I did not actually know this person, and found this to be offensive. Instead of nailing him, I took it in stride, and proceeded to ignore him the rest of the evening. It seems to me that people are too quick with the name calling these days.

Enable distraction-free writing mode, and everything surrounding the editor will fade away when you start typing. Move your mouse out of the editor to reveal everything again.  Or you could move into a cave somewhere in The Sierra Nevada’s and eat granola bars until the drought is over.  Flush hard, Bakersfield needs the water.

Woodward, Oklahoma, has just been tagged by CNN as the most cynical town in America concerning Global Warming.  All the werewolf-loonies in Woodward do not believe that Global Warming exists and steadfast refuse to accept valid science on the subject.
This would be the select group who told their teacher “the dog ate my homework.”
A good read, kind of long, here is the link.  Oklahoma Disbelievers

The word is out
Couples have an amount they can spend up to without discussing with each other.
Mine is around $50.
My wife’s is around $643.27.
Apparently.

“We will NEVER have another Bus Meet at ABC, just this one and that is it.” 

We have now rescheduled our meet to September at the SAME PLACE.
So the old adage is true, “People who do not learn from their mistakes, are prone to repeat them.”

“Find out if your heart is strong enough and then ask your doctor about having sex.”
Okay, I will, but he has never brought it up before,
(I just know it will just lead to another prescription)

Commenting on FakeBook is really easy, often you are just a cut and a paste away from immortality.
The tricky part is spelling all of it wrong.

Gmail gives you a whole 30 seconds to make up your mind whether or not to send your vile, venomous, slandering, vitriol laced email or delete it.  So if you are going to call Uncle Paul a dirty, low down, egg sucking Dawg … and change your mind,
because you forgot your birthday is next week, you had best be quick about it.

If you turn in your neighbor for beating up his kids, will he still loan you his tools?

One of the things I regret in life is the fact that I did not do a lot of skinny dipping with all those young, supple, well endowed, bow-legged women in high-school, and now much older and graduated, wish I had done more of that.
That would be a genuine sincere form of regret.

By the way, “next month is the 50th class reunion, you have roughly 22 more days to find a life.” 

So goes Wednesday.  The first PowerBall # is 33, the second #41, third is #55 and here is another one you don’t have ……

Jus Sayin

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One thought on “Jus Saying — Wednesday Hubris From The Oklahoma Panhandler

  1. I’m sure you remember Niles Canyon out here on the “left coast” DS ? When a bunch of us used to cut class during one of those gawdawful, hot days, would drive on out Mission Blvd to Niles Canyon road and park our cars (spread far enough apart of course) just up from the bridge that went over the river. Skinny dipping at its grandest I might say.
    Sad thing of it was however, a single CHP ossifur didn’t have too much to do one day while patrolling said road, and decided to check out our cars. Needless to say, as he wandered over to the bank up above the area we were enjoying ourselves, our joy ‘n happiness was slapped away just like that !
    We finally got smart and parked our vehicles some distance away from our “spot” and walked to it ! Them wuz the days my friend !

    Most of the time, I went to Half Moon Bay or Steamers at Santa Cruz. Only time I went to Niles Canyon I always got Poison Ivy pretty bad. We used to go to some gravel pits south of the city of Niles too.

    Ah, to be seventeen again … yeahsus.

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