Monday, March 06, 2006
Rainy Days and Mondays
RAINY DAYS AND MONDAYS
Rainy days don’t get me down because I’m a bad weather freak. The worse the weather the better I like it as long as my electricity and heat continue to work and there is plenty of food in the house. Bad weather brings low expectations and people get depressed and lethargic which I find personally energizing.
I love that fat ass Wynona Judd. Jesus she looks like she gets her make up applied in a paint booth at the body shop. And she has that perfect mother and cute actress Ashley as a sister and there she is and she don’t care. You have to admire that in a person.
Are you outraged when an important person of job and community stature makes a human mistake? Shut up, you know you like it because it’s more fun for the rest of us. I'd love to see George Bush show up slightly tuned at a press conference and stare down that pompous David Gregory and say, ”I ought to come out there and kick your hair sprayed ass ”
Monday’s are cool with me except for that dumb ass Monday night football. I cover pro football in person. Do you have any idea how hard it is to sit in a pressbox for a game that starts at 9 p.m.? And no napping is allowed.
March is in like a warthog and out like a peacock or whatever the expression. And for those of you into astronomy we actually get back an entire hour of sunlight without changing our clocks because I’ve got news for all of you the sun is like a sophomore in remedial science neither one knows what time it is.”
I saw a former track guy of mine last Friday night as my wife and I went our for a sandwich because we forgot how to make them.
We walk into this bar and there is the guy I used to call J.V Joe 25 years earlier because he left the team to play J.V. baseball.
Joe was dressed like a high plains drifter, with full length leather black coat, a vest, sunglasses and cowboy hat. Joe is black and for a minute I thought maybe he was out on a date with Wynona Judd.
An older black man who’s last name is George so everyone calls him Chicken George which he doesn’t mind came up to me and said,
“Fredman, what do you think of our Broke Black Cowboy?” Now that’s funny which is why I love small towns and Mondays and Friday nights and every other day of the week.
Peace Freddogg.
--http://davefredman.blogspot.com/
Rainy days don’t get me down because I’m a bad weather freak. The worse the weather the better I like it as long as my electricity and heat continue to work and there is plenty of food in the house. Bad weather brings low expectations and people get depressed and lethargic which I find personally energizing.
I love that fat ass Wynona Judd. Jesus she looks like she gets her make up applied in a paint booth at the body shop. And she has that perfect mother and cute actress Ashley as a sister and there she is and she don’t care. You have to admire that in a person.
Are you outraged when an important person of job and community stature makes a human mistake? Shut up, you know you like it because it’s more fun for the rest of us. I'd love to see George Bush show up slightly tuned at a press conference and stare down that pompous David Gregory and say, ”I ought to come out there and kick your hair sprayed ass ”
Monday’s are cool with me except for that dumb ass Monday night football. I cover pro football in person. Do you have any idea how hard it is to sit in a pressbox for a game that starts at 9 p.m.? And no napping is allowed.
March is in like a warthog and out like a peacock or whatever the expression. And for those of you into astronomy we actually get back an entire hour of sunlight without changing our clocks because I’ve got news for all of you the sun is like a sophomore in remedial science neither one knows what time it is.”
I saw a former track guy of mine last Friday night as my wife and I went our for a sandwich because we forgot how to make them.
We walk into this bar and there is the guy I used to call J.V Joe 25 years earlier because he left the team to play J.V. baseball.
Joe was dressed like a high plains drifter, with full length leather black coat, a vest, sunglasses and cowboy hat. Joe is black and for a minute I thought maybe he was out on a date with Wynona Judd.
An older black man who’s last name is George so everyone calls him Chicken George which he doesn’t mind came up to me and said,
“Fredman, what do you think of our Broke Black Cowboy?” Now that’s funny which is why I love small towns and Mondays and Friday nights and every other day of the week.
Peace Freddogg.
--http://davefredman.blogspot.com/
