better than elvis. play it loud.
axmaster.
(i gots to get me some new clothes..... mebbe a duster an a new hat..)
someone, who shall remain nameless, caught wind of this post, and has now decided that 'this would be most excellant, i'll get it for you iffn ur good with it...' fine, so the mail lady will be bringing another cardboard box that will end up in the fire, thanks for the unnecessary 'waste guilt.'
we prolly could get them at the store, u know, like almost everything else we buy...'
keep the coat and hat, lose the fleabag. horse people....
hey! a duster in honor of dusty! cosmic, no?
(interesting tale from yesterday. passing by the 'ladies who lunch' gang -who are supposed to be ladies who pick the cukes- their hearts are all a flutter. seems like missy has two fleabags who are now at a, well whatever it's called, i call it 'horse camp' in upstate ny for
two months, and management there knows what kind of suckers their selling to, so they send along daily 'updates' on the 'progress', causing all kinds of loud jibberjabber by that crowd. 'oh! now glue can do this! and paint can do that!'
freakin horse camp for some very unspecial oateaters. lovely. i sez, 'u want to teach them something? let's get a yoke and teach them to haul logs. now, that would be useful,
environmentally friendly, and u don't need any special clothes to parade around in!' sumtimes, my jokes fall on deaf ears....)