Cred: Y’all Already Know…

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But then comes along…

1. I’ve had a rough week and change.
2. That last big storm we’d had shot down a lightning bolt into my ‘back-yard’ and knocked out my internet.
3. For FOUR DAYS!
4. (Thanks so Much for THAT, Zeus)
5. It tried to gasp itself back to life. I was powerless to help. No CPR for Internets, I suppose.
6. Was damn near out of booze.
7. Got behind the wheel of my little Chariot.
8. Turned the ignition: ‘Click, Click. Fucking Click!’
9. I did NOT need this!
10. Early Next A.M.
11.  Called Hoover’s Automotive Repair—Told them I was sending them a ‘Project‘
12. Then I called Benson Brothers, Legendary Towing Service.
13. Next day Hoover-Man Delivered My ‘Labomba. He drove us back to Hoover’s so that I could ‘Settle Up’—Six hundred Bucks!
14. By this point I was suffering Delirium Tremens—Shaking so bad, I could barely Barely. But I had to get some alcohol in me, with extreme ‘pred-a-juice’ or I would surely die.
15. It was a race-against-the-clock.
16. Got to my beer/wine/Copenhagen Store. My Man knew what I wanted (I always purchase the same items—he loaded them to my vehicle)
17. Made it home. Now shaking uncontrollably. No way I was going to be able to unload my purchases.
18. Happily (and luckily), I saw Cynthia sitting around a table with some friends of hers. Saw me & greeted Me, “Hey Baby, How Y’all doin?”
19. I replied, “Not so good. Will you help me?”
20. She walked over and asked, “What’s up?”
21. I cannot unload  this stuff.
22. She said, “Don’t worry. You go on in and I’ll bring it to you. Can you make it into your house?”
23. “I think so,” I replied. 
24. I was wrong.
25. I could not make it up the only step up to my porch.
26. One of Cynthia’s friends rushed over to help me and to my front door.
27. I tried to get the key into the door knob—No dice—He took my key and unlocked the door.
28. I shook over to my bed an fell half-way into it.
29. Cynthia arrived with my ‘items’. I apologized for the state of my room, trying to explain that I had been in so much pain, that I could only manage a little bit of house-keeping at a time.
30. She said, “I’ll clean it for you on Tuesday.”

Words failed me.

Wonderful , kind, generous woman.

I found my tongue, but  ”Thank you,”   Was best I could muster

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Out of All The Women I Have Known,
I Can Count On-One-Hand
The VERY FEW
Whoever Let Me Down….
And No!
I won’t be naming names

But on that flip side, I don’t have enough fingers and toes to add up all the women I have let down

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And Yes

My Nekke Bone Still Fukked!

—-Chaucer

Lance is a Chaucerian Fraud

(This ain’t no secret)

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Bonus:

Yeah.

I’ve had some ‘Bad Days’

“At Black Rock”

(For Film Buffs Only—Most likely)
I ripped this off because it is loosely related to this post.

I wrote a ‘scholarly’ paper on it and did a ‘Presentation’ too.
Complete with videos.
Guess my propensity to drop in vids started early.

Oh, and BTW, I got an ‘A’ for my effort.

I did not have the heart to inform My Professor—Head of the English Department–that I wrote it drunk, in 45 mins, since he was so proud of me…

Cheers!