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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Location: Barboursville, Appalachia, United States

Retired, Financial and Management specialist, lived all over country, but for some reason, decided to retire to West Virginia (that's the new one, not the Richmond one). Please note that all material appearing on this blog is covered under my own personal copyright as creator, except those items appearing in the Comments that do not appear under the screen name of Tanstaafl or are attributed to others by citation. No license is intended or given to copy or redistribute anything appearing in this blog unless written permission is first obtained from the author.

Friday, February 27, 2009

Pocket? Pocket? I Aint Got No Pocket!

Not much going on hereabouts today. Yesterday we were in a dead rush all day, it seemed.

A long lost cousin of mine called about 8:45 am to discuss genealogy. He was on the phone for about an hour before I could get him off. Then a nurse called wanting to come see my wife. Then the kids called. Then a PT called wanting to come see my wife. So each of them came out , back to back, and took up about 2-1/2 hours of time. Our daughter came by on her way to work. Our daughter in law let us know our granddaughter was going to be on the tv at 6 pm, and we had to watch (as if we needed prompting.) Calls from friends and doctors offices all day long. Then this cousin calls again just as I am getting supper prepared. Hectic day continued with more family and friend calls.

Today, the phone has been medium busy, no visitors at all. I went to the grocery store, the bank, the pharmacy and the Post Office. My wife has been religious about her exercises. I fed the birds finally. They ran out of food yesterday afternoon and I couldn't get to them then. I taped the appearance of our granddaughter on the tv last night. The class was on for about ten seconds or less. Just a still photo of the class.

We had cereal and toast for breakfast, blt's for lunch and baked potatoes a salad and broccoli for supper. Yum.

No big doings today. I have had a little skirmish with some person who calls himself 'Sonofkentucky.' Big booster of secession by the states due to all the wrongly understood events that have occurred recently. Another kook from the far right fringe idiot group. Even worse than the American Society for the Preservation of Wooden Toilet Seats. Oh, sure, you have heard of them. Maybe by their other name? The Birch John Society?

Hey, here's a crazy--I got this idea from a poster on the "Straight Outta Appalachia" board.

I don't want to read the joke, just let me have the ten best punchlines you know. Not knock knocks either, real joke punchlines--like I have a few samples right cheer---

1.) Rectum, Hell! Killed 'em both!

2.) What you mean 'we', Kemo Sabe?

3.) He's a cripple, you know.

4.) Hold number ten, number nine done et up the liver!

Well, you got the idea by now. Give it a shot. And the fun part is, that you can make up your own jokes to fit someone else's punchline. C'mon, it'll be fun.

2 Comments:

Blogger MountainLaurel said...

"The bar called. You left your wheelchair there again."

10:54 AM, March 02, 2009  
Blogger tanstaafl said...

I could make up two or three jokes for that real quick.

How about, "Deep too, aint it?"

Or, "Yeah, I'll get halfway across and then you'll turn off the light."

3:50 PM, March 02, 2009  

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