Seems'stho we let this uh lil blog-loggie go untended for uhbit too long, ifyanowhat I mean. S'pose it's up to mahself to round up some words for the runnin so here goes somethin or uther.
Last nite I kicked the can with sum new buds backa house in Charleston IL. My buddy Cliff moved back uppa that way a couple years ago and now here we are outside some big old house sippin some suds and he's talkin some good cuntry talk I ain't heafd inna long time. Letame explain: a little lass had gone and got herself a little bit too tipsy and rather than say something crass like "Oh SHIT that bitch is drrrrrrunk," my friend Cliff shoots, "well she's got three sheets to the wind," meaning oh that girl is gone. And gone she was!
That's why I call my friend by a phrase of his own: slicker than deer guts on a door knob.
Alright mah friends, take yr time then and now but let's here sum new words when ya can.
Sunday, October 17, 2010
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