Posted by TFG on July 31st, 2012
That’s what my body told me on Sunday. 100+° heat really kicked my ass, giving me the light head, the dizzies, the sleepies, the strength of a new-born kitten, and generalized blurgs. And that was from just piddling around, doing nothing strenuous. It stretched into most of Monday, too. I’m not reacting well to reduced abilities, not one little bit. Acceptance is not easy. In fact, it’s the hardest part of this entire ordeal. Is that all too whiny? It feels like it. And August ain’t even here yet.
Things that would make the Founding Brothers say “Whisky Tango Foxtrot?”: USDA Catfish Inspection Office I can only hope that they are badged and armed to the teeth, with the power to arrest. We’re going to need a new building somewhere in Virginia named after the man who single-handedly fought for the proper inspection of a trash fish. An annual planning meeeting somewhere sunny & warm (& brimming with whores) to work on and extend the Office’s mission statement.
Probably Certainly some billboards and teevee/radio commercials to help the citizens understand the necessity of inspecting catfish. New regulations to protect noodlers. It’s a national security issue, no question. And it’s for the children.
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