Posted by TFG on 19th April 2005
Here’s a new place for you: Oil Field Trash, Part 2.
I’m paying off a few loads of road base, so I helped my buddy set this up. I don’t know if he’ll let me keep posting privileges or not. Should be fun, no matter what…
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Posted by TFG on 19th April 2005
I’m rapidly losing my mind and going insane. My next-door neighbor is putting up a new fence, so there are workmen banging hammers, running cross-cut saws, and shooting nail guns. Have been since 7:30 in the aye-emm. This makes the damn dog bark his fool head off constantly — you’d think his stupid throat would get sore, or his lungs would get tired, but no, he’s apparently nuclear-powered. I can’t concentrate on diddly-squat, and my head’s about to explode. This is the first week back in the office, after two on the road, so I’ve got a few, little lots of big things to do that are now impossible. Sometimes it seems like the world conspires to just absolutely ruin your life. Why couldn’t these bastards be here last week?
I cannot leave the city and the burbs soon enough, folks. I’ve had enough of ye, with your stockade fences, and your leaf blowers, and your idiotic Hummer H2s. I can get Starbuck’s by mail-order these days.
Never mind that it reminds me that *I* need to replace my damn fence. Christ almighty.
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Posted by TFG on 19th April 2005
Your Linguistic Profile:
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55% General American English |
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40% Dixie |
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5% Midwestern |
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0% Upper Midwestern |
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0% Yankee |
There were no questions on “big ol’”, “fixin’ to”, or “tump”, nor how to pronounce “ice tea”. I guess they’ve never been to Texas.
Found it at Cobb…
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