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Good Humpday, Blog Pals:
No, no..not THAT time of the month. That was over for me many moons ago, thank goodness. Its time again to write the checks for next month's bills. And believe you me, one is just as big a pain in the ass as the other. I get to see all my hard earned dough fly away even before I get it. I'm sure all of you know that feeling.
I sit here trying to make my meager funds stretch to keep body and soul together and its quite a chore. I think I have enough left to get that oil change for the Redneckmobile that it desparately needs. I know that when I take it to the oil change place, they will give me a list a mile long of other things that need done or disaster will strike. Well, what are ya gonna do, as my old friend Tony Soprano would say.
Today, in about an hour I get an official apartment inspection. I have cleaned and dusted and straighened everything as best I can and have hidden all the guns and the drugs. hee hee. That's a joke...I have no guns or illicit drugs. It's as good as I can make it. If they don't like it, they can evict me. It would not be the worst news I ever had. We undergo these invasions about thrice yearly and even though I usually pass with flying colors, its still unnerving. Everyone in the building goes through much the same angst when inspections are announced. You can hear the sounds of vacumn cleaners, carpet shampooers and other cleaning inpliments throughout the building. When they have come and gone, I will go nuts and dirty the place up again so I can live in it. I guess I can unnerstand the need for such checks as some people would live in filthy stys if permitted but once they come and inspect a few times and see that you keep yer place in reasonable order and cleanliness, then they should leave you the hell alone and concentrate on the slobs mentioned above. (bugg comes up for air)
In the news, it looks like Mittins has clenched the Pachyderm nomination. That's fine by me. He was the least offensive of the candidates running this time. Our country is in a sorry ass shape when the best we can come up with for the highest office in the land is a plastic suit maniquin and a spineless wimp. Its just sad. Gov. Romney (Plastic Suit Maniquin - Mass.) was all over the tube yesterday french kissing Donald Trump's (Bloviating Ignoramous - New York) ass. The Donald is apparently trying to buy himself a presidential candidate and dragging out that tired old accusation about Pres. Obama's (Spineless Wimp - IL) birthplace. I get so sick of hearing that. Where is Trump's birth certificate? Huh?
So, I leave you now to await my fate. My next post may be from inside my car where I might be living. Wish me luck. Have a good rest of the week, everyone.
reguards
yer keeping antenae crossed pal
bugg
