(With Apologies to Robert M. Pirsig)
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Tonight Tonight!
My Goal ‘Tonight’ is to catch up.
Yep
To catch up with my blogging friends.
I aim (good Texan verb, ‘aim’) to read and comment on one thousand! Posts! Shazam!! “Gall Eee Sargent Carter!”
Gomers found here
Amman Jordan, 2007 Me and Gommett
Now of course even y’all Yankees out there recognize that as hyperbole at best and bullshit at real.
Only people who use WP Reader can even ‘like’ a thousand posts a night with the simple-minded click of a simple-minded mouse. And Hell! It ain’t the mouse that is simple. It’s the mouse driver.
So, I just say: I will try (jes’ as soon as I post this here post) to get to readin’ ‘stead of writin’.
This is my goal and it is an honorable one. I may get to fifteen, but my likes and my comments are the real deal… so take that with some grain of… humble
And yes, I hope to prosper by my efforts (i.e., get more of y’all to read MY shit—tit for tat, eh? Yeah, that is what it is all about, ain’t it, Alfie?
Tits.
Yep
Tits and tats
Or, my personal favorite:
Tits and ass
It is always about tits yet, I am a ‘leg and ass man.’ Go figger her figure…
Cheers Y’all
And I will be seeing you in all the familiar places (That is a song! Get yer minds outta them gutters, fer fuck sake!)
Here Dear:
Vid credit:
Cheers Again,
Lancers
You’ve Got to Give a Little
To get a little.
Blogging philosophy:
“Visit. Comment. (sincerely comment) Read. Read. Read. And Then Read some more.”
Then the folks will come.
Works ever’ time.
And… it’s good for the soul.
The Divine Miss ‘M’
(We love her)
Thank You for your visit and for your time.
It is (Still) Morning (Mourning?) in America!
“Oh shit!” ‘Sorry Ronnie Toopac… Nancy’Melania!
It is ‘Sunday’ Tuesday Wednesday in Amerika!
“Let us watch ‘The Golf’ read my tweets!”
“Huge vivla la diff’ eh’?”
“Oh Me ah me! What ever do you mean?” (Said Nancy Melania)
“Ah shit Nancy! Melania! I mean it is morning in Amerka! Didn’t I say that?!”
“No, you are a Commie if you did!”
“Nancy! Melania! I am soooo Sorry! I lost my place! Here was I, back in the Eighties! Working for law and land! Money, lust, and US!
I even enlisted! I served my Country! What did I get? Bupkis!” What did I get? Rich!
“Butt… We (Ronnie and I—don’t he look cute—riding that horsey? Honey?—Now…what were you saying? You middle class? Oh Yeah! Something about entitlements?”)
“Uh! Ya know what? Nancy? Mel? Never mind. We got ours. And ya know what? We got that Commie Bastard!—That Gorbo-chov! That Puttie… God Bless America!”
“But… where is the money?”
“for America?”
For us?
Where is our prosperity?
I thought we won the war?
Where? Where are the fruits?
They just evaporated.
Didn’t they?
“I made enuff money to buy Miami, but I pissed it away so fast…”
–Jimmy Buffett
“Just say no,” “Make US Great” was all she said, as she walked away.
(The conversation is ambiguous, waxes and wanes, for a reason: we are all to blame)
“You let ’em come home…” America.
We all should be allowed to come home. After all: it is the only place that stays open–all night.
We all should be allowed to come home. After all: it is the only place that stays open–all night.
We all should be allowed to come home. After all: it is the only place that stays open–all night.
We all should be allowed to come home. After all: it is the only place that stays open–all night.
We all should be allowed to come home. After all: it is the only place that stays open–all night.
We all should be allowed to come home. After all: it is the only place that stays open–all night.
The US of US is the only place that stays open all night. For All. We sort em out, once they (manage) to get here.
The US of US is the only place that stays open all night. For All. We sort em out, once they (manage) to get here.
For All.