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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Sunday, April 05, 2009

Woo Hoo, Hootie

Ooh, ooh. And Hoo hoo.

Doggone it, Hootie, there's a tea at the end of those hoos.

Well, if there's a tea, let's get a cup, whooot, and see if we can get dwunk on it.

No, no, Hooties. The letter T. You know T as in , as in well, as in teat.

Heck, I din't know wimmen had tea in them things.

Hootie, that is quite enough. You are going to have to learn to be a little more reserved. After all, you know we have someone to see, and you want to present your very best side.

(Oh, damn, I knew I shouldn't have used that word!)

'Side? 'Side. We goin' outside? Oh, hot doggety digs. maybe there'll be a woman owl out there! But, Tans, she wouldn't have them things on her. After all, she's just a bird like me. SO she won't be able to loan me one. Dang it, I guess I'll just have to do without a T for now. But we can still meet that feller, caint we? Who who who?

I can't tell you who just yet Hootie.

Or you either.

But in a few days there will be no buts about it (or is that abut it?) Or maybe butts? Anyway, keep watching this space!

AND POST NO BILLS, HOOTIE!!

7 Comments:

Anonymous michelle said...

ooooooooooooooo...a mystery....

3:39 PM, April 06, 2009  
Blogger tanstaafl said...

Not any more. It's done. we met that feller and had a good talkin with him--and Hootie was mostly civil about it.

Anyhoo, jes keep a looking back every now and then. We'll give you a hoo (dan Hootie still aint found his T)when its' time.

Taint much McGee but you might get a tickle.

6:23 PM, April 06, 2009  
Blogger tanstaafl said...

OK. It is done.

Go to www.mrchinchilla.blogspot.com


We got interviewed.


And I am not responsible for some of the language you might find.

7:05 PM, April 06, 2009  
Blogger Mr. Chinchilla said...

It was fun! WHOO WHOO! Heh heh.

7:23 PM, April 06, 2009  
Blogger tanstaafl said...

Yeah. I never know what someone may ask. I had another blogger want to interview me, and, nice guy that I was, I said OK. And then got a three page form and boy was it personal.

But you are easy, Mr. C., and I'm really sorry that Hootie got that little nibble in. He's a quick bird sometimes! I hope that Neosporin took care of it. If it didn't, I can send you a swig of my recipe!! They aint no germ lives through that stuff, and damned few men.

8:22 PM, April 06, 2009  
Anonymous michelle said...

LOL! Loved it, and it's nice to see Hootie made it home. (What happened to his woman?)

9:29 PM, April 07, 2009  
Blogger tanstaafl said...

Michelle,

Last I knew, Hootie took her down to the entrance ramp of I-64 at Sixteenth Street Road and was trying to flag down a semi to give her a ride back t the Peach State. He managed to get out of the way, but the cb aerial got hold of Lorena and she was holding on for dear life when she went out of sight on that semi.

Hootie doesn't talk too much about it anymore. He's on the look. He did ask if you were available, but I told him he'd have to stand in line, that you were already spoken for and all that. It didn't seem to faze his too awfully much. He's still got the hots for you.

I told him that it would never work out, but he's already caught one blacksnake and a couple of baby copperheads, and has a line out for a rattler. And he has secreted away a pint of my squeezins.

10:15 PM, April 07, 2009  

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