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Today we observe with great delight that some folks calling themselves "Satanists" are doing a good public service project. Yes, folks, I can already hear the extreme fringe religion spastics screaming and howling in horror at the thought of anybody else besides themselves doing anything worthwhile. Yesterday church was the usual crashing bore. Father B preached the sermon in 11 minutes and 11 seconds. Then in the afternoon it got awful hot. I managed to get a few small snickets of yard work done between bouts of collapsing from heat exhaustion. Just kidding, it wasn't quite actually that hot and I never collapsed. But I did take an occasional rest break from time to time. Traffic, as usual, included the usual buncha groups of motorcycles with their mufflers removed. Every group was either all Harleys or all six-day-crouch crotch-rockets. Never a mix of both kinds of bikes in the same pack. Apparently both breeds of motorcyclists are such wimpy twinkletoes that they can't stand each others noises. The combination of the "thumpa-whumpa" sound of a Harley and the "chainsaw-on-crack" sound of a six-day-crouch bike would be too discordant upon their delicate ears. Well anyhow, today the Wondrous Weather Website is predicting rain all day. Happy Monday! OrneryPest |
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