Where in the……?
So I was quite happily performing my early morning drain-the-lizard when I espied a fast-moving grey streak to starboard. Smokey right smartly discovered that there was no toilet lid and that it was raining on him.
He froze. He froze in the wrong place. My brain and reflexes don’t work very well in the morning before coffee so I just kept on doing what I was doing.
He eventually dried out. For some reason no one wants to pet him.
I just put a humorous post about the Grove’s pool and the installation of a solar system on FB. My intent was to explain why the pool was 1/3 low, why there’s water and mud in the pool shack etc.
I write humor. I no longer write straight news, and I’ve learned that if I get on my high horse I pay for my own legal defense no matter how right I am according to the US constitution. That’s another story. It was either that or shoot ’em.
But that’s totally beside the point. When I wrote about the guy who blew up his black tank he only corrected a minor technical issue. And it doesn’t matter if the pipe the jackleg plumbers broke was 76 cents, $76 or $76,000, the funny part is that they stepped on it two days in a row.
So why in the hell does one get their knickers in a twist about an obvious gag post? It’s painfully obviously not serious; there’s no friggin way anyone could take it as serious.
Geez. I pine for the days of letters to the editor.
Nap time!
Smokey loves Oreo!
I clean your neck if you clean mine…
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