"What do ya want for breakfast, Guy?" she asks....
"Three extra large cackleberries over easy, a half pound of sow belly, four of them buttermilk "biscits" smothered in brown flour gravy, and a couple more of the "biscits' to eat with butter and strawberry preserces..and keep the jumpstart comin'."
"No," you old fool, "I mean do you want a small bowl of grits or a scrambled egg?"
Damn. An old fool can want I reckon..but I am a realist...I know that at my age there are a whole lot of things that I can think about but can't get...but as long as I can think about it it means I am above ground.
So, I settled for a bowl of grits..needed the carbs because I might actually get off my butt and do something this morning...but she did keep the coffee coming. I bought some wood to frame out a table to put under that grove of live oaks..I was going to rebuild the old picnic table that I have had for years but every time I drove a nail in it I hit a termite..the screams got to me..and I don't want congress asking for a investigation.
Ain't that just fucking charming? The gotdam dim-a-crits still can't get over Bush doing a number on them in Florida..when they just knew they had the election bought. So now they are doing their damnest to get even...even if it means that the ragheads will take over the world. They don't care as long as they can take down George Bush.
See, in the eyes of the dim-a-crits it's okay to get a blowjob in the oval office while talking on the phone to a senator. Hell, its even okay to pardon someone on the FBIs 10 most wanted list...and I won't say much about dim-a-crits accepting campaign money from the Chinese nor even them renting out the Lincoln bedroom...now this is all okay provided it's a dim-crit doing it. But let a republican waterboard one ragheaded terrorist and LOOK OUT FOR THE SCREAMING..from the dim-a-crits not the raghead...
Look, I ain't no fan of Bubba Bush. But I do tell you this: if it takes waterboarding to get the information to save lives of Americans I will gladly donate some good clean sweetthing's half acre well water..right after I piss in it...the water not the well you dumb ass.
I reckon I had better get off my butt and go do something..at least go to the porch rocker and think about doing something..y'all come back, heah?
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