Ingsh If

I thought I been losing my cotton-pickin mind, fellow dotcommers.
Ingsh If......Ingsh If......., been goin thru my mind like a dang song you can't quit singin to yurself.....Ingsh If, Ingsh If................

ALL DAY LONG.
Ingsh If...Ingsh If................
HOLY MOTHER OF LUCIFER SHUT UP ALREADY.
Ingsh If...Ingsh If..............

Thank goodness it rained. That made me think of Farmer cuz I saw Edenton on the radar. When I thought of Farmer first I had a visual of a concentration camp like Auschwitz on his farm with Iraqi indentured servants hauling wheelbarrow after wheelbarrow of rotting deer carcasses to the crematorium, but then I remembered how he hears "the voices talking" and FLASH...I have the scene from The Shining where the kid is yelling REDRUM .. REDRUM..
then I realize I may be getting subliminal messages. Of course- I AM. But the twisted little vocal dung beetle stuck in the folds of my cerebrum can't be
decent and just use pig latin and say Ishing Fay.
FISHING!!!! Of course.:)
Makes me glad BBQ John & I are putting a trip together for later this week.
I sure hope his missus makes good sammiches.



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yea, my trucks in the shop gettin a new clutch after 196,000...startin to get them subliminal messages myself. hope ya'll have a great trip an some good sammiches.(got some crappie leftover from supper, i know i'm havin some good sammiches!)

Its bad enough when you hear voices. When they talk to you in foreign tongues, now I don't know what to tell you Shoer. At least mine talk in English. There ain't no bugs either. They know that they would get a good dose of Pyrethroid wash down. The killing fields of DeerBurger Hill are still fresh in the minds of all the deer in the area. They have yet to raise a monument to honor the dead in fear of getting shot at. The smoke still rises from CF's likker st.........Ethanol plant, crematorium, laundry mat, bar and grill. The fires light up the night. Its midevil. Dang voice has been on me for something about "If you Build It, They Will Come" again. I will try to oblige the voice today and maybe make him shut the he*^ up. I need to get some sleep. CF

Thank goodness I only experimented with the wild fungus a few times 30 years ago....I still get these flashbacks that I'm reading posts that just ain't right...can't imagine what it would read like if I also got kicked in the head a few times by a Missouri mule??

Who went and left the door to the liquer cabinet unlocked again. :rolleyes: :eek: