Monday, November 15, 2010

A head start

I grew restless at the bench and that was good for nothing. My back was hurting and Señor ham-egg-potato-cheese beckoned from the corner where the woman knows that it's only "the green" salsa in the bag for this guero.

I saw the first one float by when the headlights kicked on lighting the brick wall of the carport. One is easy to deal with, but then there were two, then three. My God! How did they all get in the truck? I started waving madly grasping and groping to catch the suckers before they could feast on my flesh and I got one of the little bastards but as the dome light flicked on I saw that it was just a bit of schlappen fuzz. Damn. Things get strange sometimes and I had to get moving.

When you are not sure what to expect you need all the artillery you can muster. I may even be optimistic and consider this a head start.


But the burrito comes first.

There are pike that need to be caught and a hungry man is easily distracted at the vise.

4 comments:

  1. Well said man. The burrito always comes first. Either that or the hallucinations.

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  2. Anonymous10:26 AM

    Don't forget to cup the balls

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  3. My servant does that for me.

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  4. I'm not sure just what to say but I do like the photo of the Fly Fishing Fly's

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