Hedonistic musings from the rural point of view
We do not rent pigs
Well, feed the French and kill the Germans
You made my sphincter eat my underpants
Thursday, June 24, 2010
This Time I Don't Mind
I can deal with the MJ reference, after being sick and tired of the ever lasting coverage of same. I don't care who you are, that right there is funny.
the reporter says that everyone remembers where they were when they found out that Michael Jackson died - well, I don't, and I still say having watched his last DVD of rehearsals - that he killed himself with work.
I've lived here on The Poor Farm most of my life. Located in western Kansas, where the wind blows - supposedly the Dodge City weather station at the airport has the highest average wind speed in the CONUS. It would be the "sticks" out here if there were any trees, but I like it. I really like the spring - when it is calm, and the smell of the fresh wheat and other plants fill the air with a unique "green" smell. My real love is the fall, when the air is cooling and calm, when you breath the air it is like a drink of cool water. Speaking of cool water, my well produces some mighty good tasting stuff. It is hard water for sure - all the faucets have lime on them, but I'll take it over soft mossy smelling reservoir water from the city any day.
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the reporter says that everyone remembers where they were when they found out that Michael Jackson died - well, I don't, and I still say having watched his last DVD of rehearsals - that he killed himself with work.
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