Last night my sweet Muse came to me in a dream and she said: “It would be great if you were closer to me, I could come over and lay my head on your shoulder and have a good cry … But then again, the smell of Ben Gaye really burns my eyes.”
The Devil made me do it. Believe it was Flip Wilson who coined the term first. Satan wanted to destroy the world, so he gave the world drugs. Shortly thereafter he realized that not all the people in the world were going to do drugs, only the weak, the ineffective, the true losers in life. The proverbial Monkey Wrench enters the picture, the snag in the master plan has been discovered. He had to come up with something else.
Most folks I believe, start out with the best of intentions, but somewhere along the way, something goes a little haywire and it all starts to unravel. This is the point, where if you are the least bit talented in feeling out the peculiar things of life, you will quickly realize that … People who “tell it like it is” …. usually tell it like A**Holes.
You are a euphoric type. You touch others with your humor, laughter and love. You radiate bliss and that is highly contagious. Your vitality flows through you and all who are lucky enough to know you. When one thinks of you, they automatically have to smile. Why?”
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Suddenly I find myself craving a fresh bowl of gravy and a hairball, so I go over to the local beanery. The local beanery is American slang.
In some circles it is also known as a Choke & Puke, but we are not about being gross this day, so we will call it a beanery.
Hunger my driving concern forced me out of the shop, those pesky slack adjusters can wait, it is time for food and another adventure into the public arena. I need nourishment, someone radar me something to eat and make it fast!
Sliding into a booth at Denny’s the world seems circumspect almost peaceful and serene. And then suddenly, as if by magic, he finds himself lost in a world of his own. In his mind’s eye he envisions himself walking around the bus meet parking lot, where he stumbles across Mona.
She was interesting, her old 4104 looked tired and run down. She said that she had just drove straight thru from the World Famous Darrel Waltrip Truck-stop in Franklin, Kentucky, and only used five quarts of oil.
The bus looked pretty tired, but Mona, now she was a little different.
She had the mystery of Garbo or Monroe, the allure of Lauren Bacall, the torso of Bridgett Bardo (which is really dating this guy, he should be using Jay Lo or Britney Speers someone like that). Feeling lucky he invites her back to his 89 Prevo, with the polished slack adjusters and freshly painted underbody. Opening the door he invited her in and she looked at him and smiled. “I like what you have done with the floors.”
The perfect entrance to a man’s heart. Sweat Equity and Power Tools.
A very intelligent smart girl.
He looked at her, lost in his passion, with awe and ecstasy (It has been a long time, no?). “He pulled her mouth to his and kissed her so hard she moaned.” His mind is now racing, “she is so beautiful and she already knows how to dump! I must be in heaven he thought to himself.”
This is much, much better.
A grim smile played across his lips (almost a sneer) then they made passionate love on the back bedroom regular sized bed with the convenient storage underneath (yeah I am sure, in your dreams lover boy). Her trim, brown skinned body was bare, save for a wet sweat filled bikini (89 Prevo’s apparently are not all that cool this time of the year).
He ran his hand along her back to the string that fastened her bikini top. Tan lines traced her beautiful torso all the way to her triangle of her — And then the plate hit the counter with a resounding ring!
“You the Grand Slam, the side of ham and the hash browns?”
Back to reality.
Wake up its early, eat your eggs they’re ready, you have things to do. Well, that is the way it goes. One of these days, I hope it is soon, I am gonna get me a life. The wife said I cannot keep living vicariously thru these lousy bus-boards.*
*Any resemblance to anyone owning, driving, or selling a 4104 or full-timing or traveling in a 89 Prevo is purely co-incidental and should not be taken as factual. No reprints of this article are allowed unless you have written permission from the NFL or America Has Got Talent. Please no phone calls, all of our off-shore operators are busy.
My rote routine is different this day, I somewhat reluctantly welcome the change.
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