Reluctant Hillbillie

“Spare change for my pot habit”… always liked honesty.

My brother used to make magicbikkies. I tell you they can be lethal, they taste not that great but you keep on eating them anyway…then it hits you.

Ha. Nice line about the shoes...

Would you look at the bloody eyes on that Taz…crack me up…he looks juiced up!

I’m with yer Lady!

Quite often I sit and think all this [whatever it is at the time] will be just a memory/lesson/laugh tomorrow.

HaHa I thought it was a black splat cat laying on it’s belly…mind you I also did think what’s a cat doing in a dog post...

Yer a one man band handy-woman...

happy lotto-ing...

As I was starting to say before I got so rudely disconnected…

HaHa…funny you post this. On one of the wings they have just decorated the entrance with old movie memorabilia and quotes…one was from yer Scarlett.

That troll is incredible. Love to have that sitting at my front gate.

Hm did you think about beating him about the body and face with the ratty corn?

Ahh the metallic taste of fear. Yes I’ve tasted that before.

I’ll be thrilled for you Mel!!!

This IS exciting and it may just work out better than you ever dreamed! You make sure you tell him how good you are-damn straight!

I’m submitting my best wishes to the WishFairy right now for you...

*turns over the page corner* at “Sit up straight”…*goes fer coffee*

Oh at the VWBug I thought of Ted Bundy.

A fascinating read Ducks!

DH.Is he here?

It’s also rough on us who work in a sweatshop of a laundry. I can somewhat empathise with the plight of them little third-world workers. I feel like I get a similar paycheque…heh. The day will come when I will beat someone with a bunch of plastic coat-hangers because of the lack of cooler air coming my way.

HaHa Yeah why not YEW! Reminds me of the dining room set we are getting from the mom-in-law. It’s old old, even has the indentations made from countless kids homework. One carving stands out the most…I HATE MY LIFE. Cracks me up whenever I think about it. If I do end up sanding it back, I’m thinking I’ll leave that one just as a reminder…

I knooow. I reckon time starts to sped up once you hit 21. I often think about MY parents having a 43 yr old daughter.

I’m not a total fan either. But I do find they are fun to pick at. Funnily enough it’s only now that I’m *cough* that daughter, that I have no hesitation in telling whatever kid to rack off and go bug someone else now…then I usually poke at them.

Oh how I laughed…I could see the visual of the fall. I can NOT help but laugh at anyone falling, when it’s a comical fall and no bones are sticking out of them. And if I know them, once I stop laughing enough I relive their fall to them. I figure there are plenty enough bastids out there that have laughed at my spills etc.

Well crap ay…I’m a yapper at yew.

ByeBye now...