Good Health (And “Insanity” Is Just A Scare Word) It’s Just A State of Mind–N/M! Please Read This! If Just To Validate My State of Lost MIND!

“Me NO Alamo”

I Wasn’t There.

Of Course I Could Be Wrong…

I May Have Slept Thru It

(As Unlikely As That May Be, It Is, I Suppose, Within The Realm Of Possibility)

Here is what I eat lately:

Time for a change?

Most likely

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“Dreams Unwind; Love’s a State of Mind.”

(Thanks Stevie)

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Bonus Added Value:

I Love New York City

Shhhhh!

Don’t tell Any Texans You May Know

It Won’t Be Nothin’ Nice

They’ll Clip My Wings

And Throw me UNDER The Alamo

Mum’s The Word

Okay?

Our Little Secret

Billy Joel – New York State Of Mind 

This Bread Is Dead: It Falls Apart Every Time I Even Look At It

The Tuna Fish Song:

Cred: fretkillrlives

I Just Wanted A Tuna-Mish Sammich

Oh Hell No Cowboy!

Not So Fast!

Dammnit!

Took Me Five Minuets Just to Open the GD Can

Things Went Down-Hill From There.

As You May Well Imagine–

And If You Know Me:

You Can Well Imagine

Look Look LOOK! Look At What My Angel, My LaTrish, Brought To Me This Morning (Wheel’d About in a Stolen Walmart Shopping Cart! Good Gawd! How I Love This Woman!–We Think On The Same Same Wave-Link)

Food!

“But Why?”

I Always ask her when she throws something nice at me

Always get the same respond:

“Because You’re a Good Man Lance.”

How do she think she know? I’m an asshole.

Why has she ‘blessed’ me? I am an atheist–She knows this.

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This time I did not ask. I just said,

“Thank you”

And then I kissed her cheek,

Threw my arms around her and embraced her deep.

Whispered in Her Ear,

“I love You Dear.”

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“Food! Glorious Food!”

“Angel of the Morning”

Juice Newton

With her Extensions

So ‘Eighties’–Lovin’ It! 

Why is LaTrish so good to me?

I Have No Words.

They Get Stuck in My Throat,

But My Heart Is Bursting

I am not worthy of such acts of human kindness

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Glorious Food!

Good Health (And Insanity Is Just A Scare Word) Is Just A State of Mind. Please Read This! If Just To Validate My State of MIND!

Of Course I Could Be Wrong…

(As Unlikely As That Is, I Suppose It Is Within The Realm Of Possibility)

Here is what I eat lately:

Time for a change?

Most likely

****

“Dreams Unwind; Love’s a State of Mind.”

(Thanks Stevie)

***

Bonus Added Value:

I Love New York City

Shhhhh!

Don’t tell Any Texans You May Know

It Won’t Be Nothin’ Nice

They’ll Clip My Wings

And Throw me UNDER The Alamo

Mum’s The Word

Okay?

Our Little Secret

Billy Joel – New York State Of Mind 

Bring Yer Own Goat

Where My Goat? 

Cred: Comedy Central Originals

 

So I’m standing in line at Kroger’s last night reading the tabloid headlines:

“Jennifer Lawrence gives birth to purple alien.”

”Perfectly preserved Elvis head found under back seat of ’57 Chevy in Dallas” (Why does this shit always happen in Texas?)

“Bill O’Reilly Comes Out” (Out of what? Stupidity?)

Just kiddin’ Bill. I love you man! Hahaha! (tongue firmly planted in cheek)

Anyhow, there is an elderly black gentleman in front of me, driving one of those grocery store golf carts. He has maybe five items in his basket. Still perusing the latest headlines, I hear the cashier say,

Bitch you crazy

It’s OK to say “Mother-Fucker” on my site. Tis rated “M”

“Eighty-one-fifty.”

“Eighty dollars?!” the man exclaims.

Now I look up.

“Yessir, eight-one-fifty.”

“Lan’ sakes chile. For what?”

“Well, you got them short ribs there… them was eighteen. Then you got that cough medicine, thas eight ninety-nine. Then you got that ‘luminum foil casserole dish, seven. Then you got them chips. Fo’ dollar. Then you got that gum there…. It all adds up.”

Black gentleman shakes grizzled head.

“Lawd ah mercy!”

“Yep. Y’all gonna be in big trouble onc’t y’all git home,” Cashier says. “Got a Kroger Loyalty Card?”

“Yessum, but far as I kin see, doan do no damn good.”

Now. I ask you: Since when do short ribs fetch nine dollar a pound? Since when does a nickel’s worth of aluminum foil shaped to look like a roasting pan cost seven bucks? Since when does a bag of potato chips cost four dollars? What has happened to my country?

Fuck it.

I’m moving back to Baghdad, where you can still purchase goat on the hoof for four bits a pound. (BYOB)

“Bring yer own bullets.”

No prob.

Bring Yer Own Goat

So I’m standing in line at Kroger’s last night reading the tabloid headlines:

“Jennifer Lawrence gives birth to purple alien.”

”Perfectly preserved Elvis head found under back seat of ’57 Chevy in Dallas” (Why does this shit always happen in Texas?)

“Bill O’Reilly Comes Out” (Out of what? Stupidity?)

Just kiddin’ Bill. I love you man! Hahaha! (tongue firmly planted in cheek)

Anyhow, there is an elderly black gentleman in front of me, driving one of those grocery store golf carts. He has maybe five items in his basket. Still perusing the latest headlines, I hear the cashier say,

Bitch you crazy

It’s OK to say “Mother-Fucker” on my site. Tis rated “M”

“Eighty-one-fifty.”

“Eighty dollars?!” the man exclaims.

Now I look up.

“Yessir, eight-one-fifty.”

“Lan’ sakes chile. For what?”

“Well, you got them short ribs there… them was eighteen. Then you got that cough medicine, thas eight ninety-nine. Then you got that ‘luminum foil casserole dish, seven. Then you got them chips. Fo’ dollar. Then you got that gum there…. It all adds up.”

Black gentleman shakes grizzled head.

“Lawd ah mercy!”

“Yep. Y’all gonna be in big trouble onc’t y’all git home,” Cashier says. “Got a Kroger Loyalty Card?”

“Yessum, but far as I kin see, doan do no damn good.”

Now. I ask you: Since when do short ribs fetch nine dollar a pound? Since when does a nickel’s worth of aluminum foil shaped to look like a roasting pan cost seven bucks? Since when does a bag of potato chips cost four dollars? What has happened to my country?

Fuck it.

I’m moving back to Baghdad, where you can still purchase goat on the hoof for four bits a pound. (BYOB)

“Bring yer own bullets.”

No prob.