Yet, I Continue go gentle into that good night To Fight.
Straight-Up, I apologize for my profanity.
But comma this is an adult site.
And ergo I am a sailor
And WP Tramples On-My-Last Nerve.
Simple Edits Are Impossible
Fuk Yu WordPress! Why Cannot You Make Shit That Works? I Pay Four-Hun-Dread Quid Per Year for This Shite? Fuckin’ Top-‘Tear’ Fuckin’ WP?
ALL THE GD BELLS AND WHISTLES???? You DUMB-ASS Mother-Fu*kin’ Cock-suckers Make Me Wanna Spit—In Yer Face! Really! No bullshit!
As Y’all May have surmised by now, WP has pissed me off yet again. Sorry for my profanity, but this is an adult site and I am a sailor
Try Me WP! I swear to God! Y’all Could Fu*k Up A Wet Dream! “My Humble Tribute To The Highwomen” & Johnny Cash
Hey WordPress!
Got a telegram for YOU!
An’ Ya Know Whut WP?
As Ron White Famouslously Sez:
“You Caint Fix
STUPID!”
Cred: Ron White (Duh!)
Author’s Note: Y’all wanna know why I am still up-in-Worpress’s Ass?
Be-Fuckin’ Cause
EVER’TIME
I try to
Upload,
Download,
Sideways Load,
Up-Side-down-load
Any Kind of LOAD
WP Gives Me ATTITUDE!
That’s Fuckin’ Why!
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No Words:
HIGHWOMEN!
SEXY BEAUTIFUL PERFECTION!
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I only recently discovered these gals via KETR—The Local NPR Radio Station here in Commerce—Run by The University. This is the Program that was playing— “Notably Texan.” My FAVORITE For Obvious Reasons.
“With the lofty mandate to curate the culture of Texas music, Notably Texan host Matt Meinke scours the state’s singers and songwriters, stars or not, and hand-selects the purest cuts of well-marbled entertainment for your daily listening pleasure.
The tempo, the style, the instrumentation, the genre – it doesn’t matter. The rules are simple – the songs need to have a Texas connection. Rock, rap, country, reggae, electronica, dub step, house, R&B – If the music helps to build an audio tapestry worthy of the Lone Star State, it’s got a shot on Notably Texan.”
I was on my way back from one of my ‘Booze-Run’ Missions when this song came on the program. I had to pull over to properly focus on it—This is how impressed and captivated and enamored I instantly was…
Try this version
It may not take three DAYS to Load!
And Hey!
WordPress!
Go GET
Fucked!
Use This
to
Fuk
Yerself!
Heaven May Be A Honky-Tonk
“There’s a choir singing in a southern accent, a fiddle in the band There’s a “Hallelujah!” on the lips of every dying man Mama, don’t you cry when they’re dead and gone Jesus, he loves his sinners and heaven is a honky tonk”
(I do not know who The Rather Large Black Broad Who Joined The Girls on the Stage is–Trust Me: I looked–But Obviously, She Added added Value–Bravo For HER!)
And Bravo To The Highwomen!
Yeah, I am a ‘Closet Liberal’ And an ‘Out-of-the-Closet-Redneck’— And An Extremely Pro-Feminist–My Love of And For of Women is Very-Well Documented. I Never pull My Punches.
“Go Rocky!”
Yes, I am ‘complicated’–But Y’all knew this already.
Love me, or HATE Me. I really Don’t Give a Shit!
You do YOU.
And Embrace Your Opinions.
But only if You are Sincere.
And HONEST!
I am, if nothing else, HONEST!
I’m as Real as Real Can Get!
What You See, Is Exactly What You Get!
“The Highwomen are the rarest of country supergroups: a quartet who came together at the height of their popularity and creative powers, not when they were settling into their legacy. In that regard, the quartet of Brandi Carlile, Maren Morris, Amanda Shires, and Natalie Hemby differ from their knowing namesake the Highwaymen, a band Willie Nelson, Johnny Cash, Waylon Jennings, and Kris Kristofferson formed in 1985, just as they started to drift down the charts.
When the Highwomen appeared in 2019, every member of the quartet was at a peak in her respective roots niche. Singer/songwriter
Carlile was fresh off winning three Grammy Awards and Morris was at the vanguard of country-pop, while Shires’ cult was growing thanks to the atmospheric Americana of To the Sunset and Hemby’s reputation as a country songwriter was at a peak, thanks to her contributions to Kacey Musgraves’ Golden Hour and Miranda Lambert’s The Weight of These Wings.”
Article Credit: ALLMUSIC
BEAUTIFUL, BEAUTIFULBeauty
“Pulling up the floors and changin’ out the curtains Some of us are saints and some of us are surgeons Made in God’s image, just a better version And breakin’ every Jello mold
And when we love someone, we take ’em to heaven And if the shoe fits, we’re gonna buy 11 How we get it done, we like to keep ’em guessing But secretly, we all know.”
I AM STARSTRUCK
FUN FACT: My Best GF, Highschool Sweetheart, once said to me, and I quote:
“Lance, You are so easily Starstruck.”
I had to beg to differ, but she was at least half-right–when I see talent combined with Beauty, I fall victim–it is a pleasant fall and an admitted failing of mine–I relish and truly appreciate people who add value and meaning to my life.
Enriches My So-Called Life
And Just For Reference:
I do hope Y’all Enjoyed Watching/Reading This Post As Much As I Loved Putting It Together.
LET’S JUST CALL IT “A LABOUR OF LOVE,” IF YOU WILL.
Cheers Y’all!
JUNE CARTER NEVER GOT THE FAME SHE DESERED
WITHOUT HER
THERE WOULD NEVER BEEN ANY
FUCKIN’
JOHNNY CASH!
Thanks to John Coyote for turnning me on to this one!
“Visit. Comment. (sincerely comment) Read. Read. Read. And Then Read some more.”
Then comment some more.
Rinse and repeat.
Then the folks will come.
Works ever’ time.
And… it’s good for the soul.
Good for Our Community of Souls, some lost, some found, and all manner of in between, but there are no more appreciative for time spent than writers / bloggers.
So, therefore, Give a Little of Yourself to your lost and found, and searching fellow souls.
The below is a comment I made over at Aussa’s Blog (a blog I can never say enough good things about), in response to one of her hilarious posts: Ridiculous On The Job Injuries
Her prompt: What’s the most ridiculous way you’ve injured yourself?
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Back in the Middle Ages (1980’s) when I owned my tropical fish store in Nacogdoches (Yes, That ‘Oldest Town in Texas’),
I was trying to clean the front glass of one of my retail tanks (ten gallon) which housed an electric catfish (like an electric eel, but with higher amps and voltage).
I was standing on a stool as ‘Benny Franklin’s’ tank was on the third tier—you just know I had to name him—since I’d had him ‘in-stock’ for months (All the East Texans were interested in were guppies, goldfish, and ‘crud-eaters’).
Anyhow, as I was keeping a watchful eye on Benny, lest I inadvertently swerve my paw/forearm into him, a customer walked up to me, inquiring (rather vociferously) about where were the crud eaters (Yes, I have posted about crud-eaters),
I took my eye off the prize (my arm) just for-a-second. Yep: Bam! Brushed Benny and received a shock which knocked me off the stool and flat on my ass.
Malapterurus electricus- shock yer ass-officus
Embarrassed? What do you think?
I was supposedly a ‘professional aquarist.’ Apparently not-on-that-day. The potential crud-eater customer just looked down at me and announced dryly that she would try ‘Ben Franklin’s’ (coincidence? or irony?)
or better still Wal*Mart up the road. Guess I did not answer her query quick enough as I was taking my own sweet time in my sincere effort to start breathing again.
True Story: you can take my word for it.
Cheers to you Aussa,
Always my pleasure to visit y’all, and glean inspiration for future posts (sincerely).