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Beau Wann, Jr.
Well ok, guess I will weigh in on the discussion here on the forum...uh, what would that be??? Senility???? Hmmm, I forgot...where the heck are my glasses...where the heck am I....who the heck am I...OH yeah...ME...well, we all have to be somebody AND somewhere...now, I just need to find my glasses...OH, there they are, on me head...Ok, now all is in order...where was I????
Good morrow mine waltripians...the meeting of the WABEC met last friday...FOOD FIGHT...banter was light and subdued...I suspect an underlying problem...ME???...5 guys is very noisy...methinks we need to find a new meeting place...How about Gabbys across the street???? Or ANGIES???? Speaking of, had breakfast there Sat and lunch today...meatloaf monday...yum...it was great...
fried okra and greenbeans, mashed potatos, greens etc...plus they had chicken fried pork chop and chicken cordon bleu...I feel sorry for youse youtes that havent eaten there, and may not ever eat there...oh woe...
Did talk to Angie aka Serena, at length Saturday morn...she is such a delight...great smile and great attitude and personality...cute too...tomorrow is beef tip tuesday...think I'll go again tomorrow...great bike riding weather...anyone want to ride tomorrow???? NO??? Hmmm...
My eldest son was out of town for the weekend bidding on jobs in Austin and elsewhere, so we fed his critters this weekend...he has three dogs, a Chespeake bay retriever, a dalmation, and a German shorthair...all very spirited and fun dogs...the Chessie and the German shorthair are pushin 11 and the dalmation is about a year old... they are all retreivers extrodinaire...I have been hunting with Rox the chespeake bay, and she is such a beautiful sight when she works...a lot like Teddies Gus...there is nothing more beautiful than a working dog or horse or cat...did I say cat???? Yeah, a working cat...thats an oxymoron...
Anyway, I threw several tennis balls for the girls till my right arm fell off at the shoulder...so I threw it with my left till it felll off...now I am MR venus de Milo...Billy also has two cats, one outside, Emmy, and one inside, Pork Chop...herein after know as WHITE FANG, OR HELL KITTY...
I have seen lions and tigers less intimidating than Mr White Fang...I have never seen a domestic cat so aggressive and so LOUD...when he hollars, sounds like an air raid siren...oh, and YOU DO NOT WANT TO PET THE PRECIOUS BIG KITTY, UNLESS IT WANTS YOU TOO...dont know how you could tell if it wanted you to or not, but I aint gonna touch that bad boy, ever...again...
I sat down in billys chair to watch tv, or channel surf, and Mr Hell Kitty jumped up on the chair and started sharpening his claws on my back...guess I wasnt suppose to sit in that chair, ok, I get it, I'm gettin up...I got up and Mr Velcro Kitty got up with me...
Started to unsheath my pistol and shoot Mr bad boy...lorda mighty that has to be the meanest orneryest animal I have ever come across...makes charlie sheen look like santa claus...I think I'd rather talk to the cat though than CS...Mr Hell Kitty seems a lot smarter, if not a lot meaner...
When I fed Mr Bad Boy, he was waitin for me...He screamed at me, "OPEN THE (*&^%*$# FOOD BUCKET YOU IDGIT", or words to that effect...I opened up the container of food, and he was on my like ugly on, me...He was suppose to get a half scoop of food, he's on a diet, but he wasnt havin it...I just dumped the container over and ran like hell...
Now, I love cats, but I hope the sob ate himself to death...Billy could leave the doors open and just invite burglars in, but they aint gonna leave with anything, or alive for that matter...
I could not wait to get out of there...Emmy, the outside kitty is just the opposite..sweet and loving and cute...and sat in my lap and snoozed out on the patio, whilst the hell kitty, GODZILLA, was sitting on the window sill inside, howling at me and Emmy...if looks could kill, my beloved would be typing this...I told billy that (^%&()*(* T-rex could starve for all I care, I AINT GOING BACK IN THAT HOUSE AGAIN, unless Mr Bad Boy is sedated or stuffed and mounted, preferably the latter...
Bill sympathized with me, oh goody...he did say that when he takes SATAN to the vet, he has to sedate him...otherwise the vet wont allow him to come to the clinic...smart vet...I'd lock the door and CALL the bomb squad to check and see if the cat was REALLY OUT, maybe use a stun gun, or a taser or maybe some good ol 220 volt stuff...I doubt any of that stuff would be effective...
my question to my son was, "why do you take the, uh, sob to the vet???? What in it's right mind would try to infect or make that, thing, sick????" another question, "WHY DO YOU EVEN HAVE SUCH A A A THING, LIVING IN YOUR HOUSE???.... Bill said that he opened the door one day and ol SATAN just walked right in, and refused to leave...bill says he gets along fine with him...define fine...define gettin along...I'd be willin to bet that this bad boy could whip a wolverine, or a grizzly bear...I aint goin back over there without a whip and a chair...and a bazooka...
I wonder what pissed that cat off in the beginning???? Something bad, like "press 1 for english, and 2 for ..." "you are very important to us and we value you as a customer, please continue to hold, someone will be with you shortly...(barry manilow in the background) "MANDY...YOU CAME AND YOU..." "please continue to hold...this call may be monitored for blah blah blah...if it were monitored, that would require a LIVE PERSON, so it aint likely that it is being monitored, so I will sing..."oh mandy, you came and you..." "yes sir, my name is Dementia, how may I help you...???" Figures...
Me and the boys been walking every morn...last wednesday, we was jumped by a neighbors dogs, a big boxer and a big white dog...JACK KICKED THEIR COLLECTIVE DOG ASSES...Cooper barely had time to unloose one of his window rattlin barks, and Jack whupped em.. sent em back to their driveway where their owner was standing, not even trying to control em...I called him a stupid idiot, well laced with a lot of expletive not deleteds...I DETEST STUPID...there are no accidents, just stupid...well, then the guy wants to fight...he tells me to come up in his yard or driveway and he's gonna kick my ass...oh no...not that... well, I aint no fool, I am not gonna go in anyones yard or drivway to fight, so I invited him to come out into the street, which he didnt do...so I left...hmmm, I'm almost 70 and the stupid moron is about 35...I could probably kick his ass if pushed, but I'm too old for that nonsense...now I cant go down that street without worrying about his stupid dogs running out...dont like the sound of dog fights...rather unsettling...oh, and the moron owner of the dogs, runs a dog grooming bidness on antoine...I have seen him chasing dogs down the street that I assume he was suppose tobe taking care of, and he couldnt control them...Glad I groom our pets and not rely on some stupid moron like that stupid moron...after all, no one loves my critters like I do, and they are not gonna take as good a care of them as I am...
ok, guess I will sign off for now...glad to see SO MANY OF YOU ON THE FORUM...honeymoons over...new has worn off...I know, most all youse youtes have REAL JOBS and lots of other things to keep you busy...but I sure enjoy reading what youse youtes have been up to...anyone seen or heard from Doug Romans???? Hey Lloyd you still there???? Burge???? Bueller???? anyone??? anyone????
keep the sun at your six and ride boldy ride...
Your brother and frien, Hell Kitty sitter, Beauregard C Ephus esq.
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