OK, Xmas is over. I yanked them gotdamm Xmas tunes right outa the jukebox. Replaced them with good shit, like The Curly Shuffle for instance. Pulled the ‘Prison Bitch’ song as well. O.J. is locked up good and tight, he has his own tunes to sing now. Rumor has it he is fond of Johnny Cash’s old favorite, ‘Folsom Prison Blues’, but with a twist. “I hear that train a commin, it’s rollin round the bend. I hope it’s full of women, cause I’m tired of phuckin men,,,”. HA HA HA ,, enjoy yourself O.J.!!
Enough pounding on O.J. (oops, did it again). Someone please tell me what in thee hell is wrong with you people up there in Uh-merica? How-oh-how does a calendar of Sarah Palin get to be popular?!?!? And it ain’t even a nudie calendar fercrissakes. Won’t she ever go away?
Now both she AND Ah-nold want to run for the top job. Yer loosin it up there I tell ya.
Meanwhile, back at the Breach,, Scurvy’s bestest buddy has been hangin round again. Stretch seems to be on his own and has been stopping by here for meals. Rumor has it, someone has ‘laid claim’ as to his ownership but then left on vacation. So the little guy is out and about. He and Scurv each got a big ‘ol ham bone this morning.
Still winter-like weather here. And for those who don’t necessarily believe it I offer you this proof!
Here is a Belikin beer chillin in a mound of snow. Yep, I believe I must be the only one on the peninsula that has snow. Maybe even Stann Creek, or the whole country for that matter!
The first thing you say when you walk in a bar is, “I’m not still 86’d, am I?”
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