A World O Funk…. Damn-it! where is my band?

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I rather be fishing

CIMG0765-001I really rather be fishing,…

Not fishing for a matching pair of socks

In the the sock draw .

I rather really be fishing!

not in the refrigerator

for fish sticks in the back

been there for whoa long

looking for bottle water

I feel like fishing 

Not in the shower for pieces of soap

shrinking quicker than water drains

or empty bottles of shampoo bought yesterday


Not because, i occasionally write/attempt a blog and would gain pleasure if my likes were more than 3..But because it’s good.

And Not because i manipulated sentiment and put up picture of kids and animals.

Why be nominal

When phenomenal is a better word

Shocked you didn’t like it already …

come mon… like the blog.


excuse #  I don’t have a pole

excuse #2 I don’t have a license

excuse #3 I don’t have a pole license

But there is Baldwin hills lake and they stock it fish. (revisit excuse 2)

Ok maybe because….

She fishes.

I like fishing

I would enjoy seeing her..


Many states away…


I rather be fishing


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Nope I don’t… No, thank you! Thanks for asking, not at this current life incarnation..

Yup I told them …

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I don’t want a dog…I’ve had a childhood dog! been there done that.

No no was like i was volunteering i can see it.

My youngest 16 at the time, insisted to the adult(s) that he would do all and everything for a proposed dog.

She looked at his lying face and believed him..and he had his older brother backing him…

yes i would walk him, he lied..

yes I would do it daily again with the untruths

No i did not tie and gagged dad and put him behind the couch …Yea but you helped your brother tho, sack of lies.

No dog!

No dog!

I will take him out when he needs to do business .. false !!! lightning strike any moment now…2012-12-13 12.07.05-006

Walks the trash more ….

I lay tied up and gagged behind the couch mumbling and grunting no….doe,doe doe…

And then they left and went to the animal shelter.. heyyyyyyy


Which of course I refused to go…

And no! Not because they left me tied up…..

I don’t want a dog i didn’t want a dog!!

No Dog

Stupid Dog

2015-04-032 I didn’t know A dog wanted me….


That the story and I’m sticking to it …..

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And do what I volunteered to do…

Scooping up dog poo helps me with the funk….i lied to myself(so that’s where he gets it)


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Catching Addiction

Hello fellow Blogtopians 

I miss you.

I haven’t had the energy to write any paragraphs or extended prose.

The truth is….

I suffer from an addiction, newly acquired.

I didn’t think it could or would turn me out like this.. but.. alas it has.

I’m hooked on Twitter … the evil 140 character limit..

Twitter is crack i guess.

It fit’s with my short attention span..

Now I feel like…

I’m overwriting this post.

way over 140 characters,

Feeling like a sellout.





I can’t stop….#hep

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Text to Km: I know!

Text Back: I know you knew!

Text to Km: I know, you knew I’d know

Text back: Knowing, back before you knew, I’d know-ed, you knew

Text Km: Munch on my shorts, ass monkey

Text Back:I know.

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A Cowboy Story

Walking,  Bill was muttering and shaking his head

He just didn’t understand. Here he was in the same predicament again.

All mighty God and my horse have conspired again to make a fool outta me.

Not matter, with all I do for that horse, it always seems so wilful and lazy!

I think he would back talk if he could.

Again,  walking and I own a horse.  Sheesh.

Blurr’s my name. William Blurr,  fastest gun in the west

I’m fast with a gun. Swoosh will be all you hear.

Normal eyes can not keep up with the speed, it’s a blur.

Then flash bang….Death’s menu is on display: 1 dead, bullet to the eye!

Bill Blurr

But behind his back the town folk and his horse would call him.

“Bill Blurr The fat Cowboy.” .

Yea,the horse call him the fat Cowboy to!

Ok, he thought it!

The horse knew he was fat. He sat on his back.

That’s why the horse would move from outside the café when Bill went in to eat.

Even if he was tied up. He would untie and go down the street.


You see  3Bucks the horse, was the last thing Bill’s dad bought for him before he died.

3Bucks loved his new owner but nobody owned him.

He was ornery, When Bill’s pop first tried to ride him, He threw him three  times. As Bill tells it ” Poppa yelled at the seller, three dollars that’s all he’s worth, I’ll give ya three Bucks!   The seller, being use to getting more for horses, knew this one was ornery .   ” Sold”  he said!.

“Bill’s dad then said, and that’s your name”… And begat me 3bucks.

Yes, 3bucks learned how to untie his loop.

And he grew big, strong and beautiful and better mannered and

so did Bill…. somewhat.

  Momma can cook.. Chapter 1

“I would fast draw on my poppa to get the last piece of food.” Bill would say

“Then momma wouldn’t let us bring guns to dinner table anymore.

I think we winged the dog and momma was mad for the bad aiming.

So we fast slapped for the last piece of food from our holster. get up punk! ready! draw”

Slap! I began to win after a long time of losing. I was hungry.


Momma “biscuits and gravy” Blurr.

The thing I didn’t know, in some parts of the country.

Biscuits and gravy was only dinner time food. And in some states they never heard of it!

In our house it could be breakfast, lunch, dinner and sometimes dessert.”

He said in an autobiography, titled

“Did you see that? No! you’re dead!”

The William Blurr Story


So Bill’s walking and thinking

I’m a fine healthy manly stud of a fellow.

And that damn horse, he  thinks I need to walk after breakfast, lunch or dinner, all the god damn time.

It’s the circus for that damn donkey! Bill muttered as he walked off lunch, looking for his horse. God doesn’t save all sinners you mule. Bellowing to no one but himself

Now, 3Bucks the horse, would not leave anywhere else, not at the saloon, or the sheriff office or the Bank.

It’s only when Bill eats, the horse always knows.

And The Fat Cowboy was hot under his fat collar..


3bucks was a smart horse and nobody owned him..

3bucks thought if Bill ever got shot, he would bleed.

He was at the printers, he had a poster made…..(since he can’t talk)

“The Fat Cowboy bleeds gravy”


by a


Funny horse…

Hey! Pssssst! be very quite …..I think, the scone is ringing.

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Come on let's get sconed

Come on let’s get sconed

Hi! was somebody missed?

I missed you!..

The epic Gemini struggle!  keeping focus on doing a blog from a very lazy guy…

The muse,  she left me………..

life’s a bitch

Total shut down like a dog with a chew toy..

love it, when it’s new…

I have S.A.S

Short attention spam…. Was dropped to often by older siblings

span ok..gosh ya’ll people..

I will again attempt to manufacture fine silken prose …

(again with the lies)