Coffee perking, John Prine singing, and here we go another day. Mrs Bumore never got in gear yesterday to sell the vast quantity of golf balls. Kadizzle wondered how Mrs Bumore fell into the bum business so he inquired about her career. Bumore said she was working in a grow house for the new business of raising marijuana. According to Bumore they cut the pay and she may strike out on her own. Bumore explained how the pack rats in the tree were making excellent soil that could be fertile for the seeds she had. Her ambition gland is plugged up worse than Kadizzle's. How Bumore can sit in a beat up van for hours with a dog is questionable.
Yesterday was a very nice day and Kadizzle rode the Yamaha stead way back into the wilderness. After miles of travel the road led down to the East Verde River. Kadizzle wanted to cross but it would surely be a wet disaster. The brain kicked in and Kadizzle returned on some rugged roads.
Cannot help but follow the career of George Santos the newest champion of lying put forth by the Republicans. Would be fun to ask a Hoople about how they justify defending such a liar, but the answer would be the regular, " The all do it". The Hoopleheads have abandoned any sense of morality, yet they pray to Jesus.
The crazies are abundant here. One crazy called Kadizzle yesterday and told him he suspected the construction workers have a bum spying on the neighborhood to see what can be stolen. There are more cameras in this neighborhood than a TV station.
Another fellow with loose bolts told Kadizzle the water supply is being contaminated by the city with estrogen. Apparently he fears growing breasts. Crazy is way more fun than normal. The crazy club called the Tea Party has not come up with the new rules yet detailing who can be crazy in their club.
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