"You know we had to move him over to St **** when he was in the 3rd grade. Hmm Huh. He had him a little girlfriend over there at ***** Elementary...was his damn sister. His biological sister.
...We had to snatch him up outta there. I mean...they'us only in the 3rd grade but, we had to put a stop to that."
The fella still doesn't know he's adopted...but, outside of him, it seems to be the worst kept secret in ***** county.
Then I saw this...
Can somebody tell me why...why would you hollow the tobacco out of perfectly good Swisher Sweet Cigar? I mean what are you gonna do with a hollowed out cigar?
What I am not curious about is what's been going on here...
Only one thing that can save a morning like that....a dinner like this.
However good you think they look...however good you think they were...you have no idea. Trust me.
The rest of the day was mostly uneventful...'cept for meeting Mrs. Inez but, that'll have to wait.
Hahha I love that sign!! So true.
ReplyDeleteOh my god. I had oysters in Shepparton and that was probably the highlight of my Christmas. And they were not NEARLY that nice looking.
ReplyDeleteIncest, weird behaviour involving tobbacco, women you ought not to mess with, and a plate full of oysters.
ReplyDeleteI'd say you have lead me to believe over the last few years that this is exactly what the CSA is all about, maybe short a bourbon and coke.
Oyster do not look appealing, regardless of taste. Visually I have to agree with the old 'like lickign phlegm from a tortoise'. (There is another you can tell the boy too- tortoise)
Merry New year squire, I'll have a lil' think about your Memphis, Tennesee, not promising anything.
....Oh, and the football, how could I forget the football.
ReplyDelete... also, we got an ipad now (courtesy of Emmas folks) so If you wanna look me up its just my email.
ReplyDeleteThe incest was a bit of a shocker actually. I mean it's not like the kid knew it was his sister. :)
ReplyDeleteIf I had started on Bourbon there...the day would have been done but, it would've been the perfect place for it. Can you see the ash tray there.
You just haven't been eatin the right oysters. You get hold of a good one and for the rest of your life every half shell looks like a bowl of ice cream.
AND the shell means the fishermen can't get to it....Dread knows what I'm talk in about.
No points for tortoise. A theory about these words is starting to emerge. We were made to stop spelling English words correctly after The War....had this peculiar new England English forced on us...so, it stands to reason that new things, especially industrial type things, would have been named by them...anyway.
Gia you are free to copy the sign and work it into a drawing.
There's some football news...we'll save it.
Me and Martha got one another I phones for Christmas and I got to FaceTime with the boy last night for the first time.
You'll be hearing from us...and feel free to call anytime.
Speaking of the phone...Mazes have you tried to call lately?
You just haven't been eatin the right oysters.
ReplyDeletegonna invoke the old cliche dude; your words, not mine! Don't forget we go to the isle of skye every couple of years.
Oyster do not look appealing, REGARDLESS OF TASTE.
They taste just fine, but they still look grim. Beside, by the looks of that jar of tabasco, your about to annihilate the subtle flavour anyways, not that I wouldn't myself mind.
I once persuaded Emma to try some muscles, was very impressed... useually she doesn't eat food that looks like it could wink at you. Sadly I was a little careless in my enthusiasm and after crunching some sand and spitting the half chewed foot on a plate she ain't touched seafood since. Oops.
Octopus is another good one, with hot sauce... mmm. Grilled suckers are divine!
For once I wasn't trying to put words in your mouth. I was trying to explain the psychological effects of eating Apalachacola oysters.
ReplyDeleteYou no longer sees a bag of phlegm ...more like a whipped saltwater divinity in fine china.
Suave moustache ;-)
ReplyDeleteThank you for that fine complement ma'am.
ReplyDeleteMy thoughts entirely! Frightfully Ronald Coleman, don't you know.
ReplyDeleteThe epitome of suave. That settles it...me and Martha are having the mustache discussion again.
ReplyDeleteHow flipping movie star would that be?
Happy New Year ma'am.
Hey e.f you mix it up in these posts of yours...
ReplyDeleteIncest - yip, reminds me of my adopted pal who almost got with his half-sister at Uni when studying for his law degree...he didn't know he was adopted...
Agree with Adam on the oysters front - they look - well, they look - mmmm - not good. But taste good. Just another time when it is advisable to shut your eyes.
I try to give the reader some options...oysters, blunts, classic style, incest...there's a lotta material there.
ReplyDeleteY'all always deliver.
Oh and on the oysters...I sent that picture to Martha just before I dug in. Her exact words...
ReplyDelete"I am sooooooo jealous. Those LOOK fantastic."
She's still jealous...there is something hypnotic about these Gulf oysters.
Imagine being married to the sign writer...Lord help him if ever he forgot to put the seat down.
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Well...it was a unisex bathroom at curb store, run by women, across the street from a plant...it was probably warranted in this case. :)
ReplyDeleteNo, I have not tried, But cant wait till the Iphone 5.
ReplyDeleteI missed a couple of 317 calls...maybe it was Chris.
ReplyDeleteThat flippin Christmas Card of L. was too much...too much. Awesome.