Perfect It Aint

As the title indicates, perfect it aint. I'll rant and rave, maybe even curse once in a while. You are welcome to join me with your comments. At worst I'll just tear out the rest of my hair. At best, I may agree with you. Or maybe I'll just ignore it, because you know, perfect it aint!

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Thursday, August 23, 2007

WHY GROUSE ABOUT IT

Now what in the name of six thousand sand fleas have you got there, Hootie?

A bird? Well, #^**%$%, what kind of bird? I can see it's a bird, birdbrain?

A turkey? Why that don't even look like a turkey. You look more like a turkey than that so-called turkey.

Bring it over here and let me see.

Hootie, #^*&%, hold on to that ##&*^% thing!

Well, I'll be, Hootie, you caught a grouse, and a female one at that. See that little ruff there, aint near as pronounced as a male's would be.

What's that? What are they good for?

Why man that is some of the best eating in the world. Well, for men anyway. Owls usually don't care much for them.

Why don't you just give it to me and I'll take good care of it.

Oh, Hootie, you know I wouldn't do that. Do you honestly think I have designs on eating that little bird. Shame Hootie for even thinking such a thing. After all this time with me, you still don't really trust me, do you Hootie?

Be careful, Hootie, she might get away. Don't let her flutter around like that. Grab her. Oh, ^%$#, now you gone and done it, you dumb owl, she's flying all over the place. Catch her, Hootie.

Keep her down low, Hootie. We can both try to grab her then. Just keep her down low, for God's sake, Hootie. Oh, *&$(), now it's over. You let her backwing into that fan on purpose, you &^$#(*.

Is she hurt? Why would she be hurt. Did you ever back into a fan? Look at her--just look at her--








DISASTER--just DISASTER.

1 Comments:

Blogger kelsie said...

I thought that was what happened when the cat backed into the fan. Guess it works for birds too. Tell Hootie I said hi.

12:00 PM, August 25, 2007  

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