Damn Hippies,,,,

I dunno what’s up with this newest crop of bus drivers? It appears that their gas pedal and the horn button are connected! 0600, all the way up the road, pedal to the floor and horn blarin. You can hear them for a mile either way.
The dump truck drivers love their air horns also. They will blast them at every occasion. Each time they pass the store they let one go, every cute girl gets one too (OK, I can get with that), every time they pass each other, WHAAA WHAAAAAAA!
I tell ya, this road wakes up at 0530 and takes everyone near it along.
We also have that barge from the Plantation that goes out each morning.
Barge? Whacha talkin bout Willis? Every day at sunrise, a barge full of sand from the lagoon, quarry, chugs out to Rendezvous Caye. We hear the slow monotonous drone of the diesel till it gets far enough away.
They have been mining up there for months, every day, to fill in the caye so’s they can slap up some other swanky, exclusive resort or some shit. No one really knows as usual with these folks.
The lagoon has been on an average, about 4 ft deep up that way, but now there has to be a hole 40 ft deep somewhere!
Maybe the road will cave in up there one day?





Speaking of it, the pave job just keeps on tuggin as well. A good point was made yesterday. They are still working on the southern and it looks like it will be sometime before they haul that equipment over here. So we may not see actual pavement for quite some time yet. But the road gets better each time I go south.


OK, I learned an important lesson in Ornithology. If you accidently buy Plantains instead of Banana’s, (come on,, you’ve done it too) all the birds will look at you like you’re a fuckin idiot. You know how they can be. They don’t like plantains at all. Plantains are banana’s retarded cousin and only seem edible if they are fried.
Left the remains of one out for the bats and it was still there, untouched, at 0230 when Scurvy had to make a rare emergency run to the bush. So now it looks like I may be making an emergency run to S.B. myself! Cause I ain’t frying up no plantains for my feathered, winged friends.




















EDIT: I forgot to add that after a bunch-o-beers at Barefoot, we went in search of our take-out dinner.
We were hoping for Grill-&-Go but they were closed. Off to Omar’s,, closed too, shit. We try the place by Kingfisher, fuck, closed!
Across the road to an old favorite standby, Daisy’s.
Jackpot! Excellent stewed pork and rice-&-beans,, again 8bz!!
Mrs. Barn got stewed chicken with beans-&-rice.
I tell ya,, you can’t go wrong with these road-side eats!!

White Trash:

A person, or group of persons, who exhibit the following characteristics:

-own more than three yard cars and/or two RVs which must be up on blocks. An extension cord running to the RV is necessary to complete the look. Optional is the standard issue blue tarp covering one or more of the vehicles.

-Huntin' hounds, as many as possible.
-Attack chickens.
-Standard issue Mullet, Nascar shirt(may be substituted with an Stone Cold Steve Austin 3:16 shirt), and acid wash or camofluage pants.
-Unusual fondness for their siblings.
-Still in mourning over Dale Earnhardt.

To see these people at their best watch Jerry Springer.
"What happened on Jerry Springer today?"
"Oh, the usual. Some White trash ho beat down her white trash boo because he was getting freaky wid the white trash neighbor who is married to her father."

Some good places to spot these specimens are the local drag races, Costco during food sample time, and DMV.