A Return Visit

I told you of the tragic story of my dog Ralph and Fecal Head the cat. I posted the photo of Fecal Head’s final resting place on January 1, 2009. I decided to go by there this afternoon to see if Fecal Head’s body had totally rotted away. Well, it hadn’t. But there is not much left, just a dried up flap of skin and a bazillion little bones; I guess from his hairless tail and his nasty little feets.
RIP Fecal Head, uh, never mind. I’m still glad that Ralph did the little SOB in. My hands have finally healed from all the scratch marks from when I tried to pick Fecal Head up to show him some attention. What an attitude!

Money Maker Machine

I saw these ads in comic books when I was a kid.
I knew the money Maker Machine was something that I wanted but I didn't have the money or the postage to order one. If I could have borrowed the money, then I knew I could pay it back right after the machine arrived. I would only have to cut out a piece of paper, change it into a dollar, change the dollar into a five, pay back the person that I had originally borrowed the $1.25 from the fives into 10's and keep going until I was rich. But I was way ahead of my time. Little did I know that Congress would buy all of the machines and use them to make the money to back the 2009 Stimulus Package.

Extra Smoking During the Summer Season

Cough, cough, hack, hack. yep, I love the summer when there is extra smoking. And I'm glad that my cigarette choice cares enough to provide a quality product for us extra summer season smokers. And coolness to boot.

Don't Buy a Pair

I bought a pair. They are not very clean and they reproduce like crazy. They are actually, well, uh, never mind.

Some Things Have No Meaning or Humor

I can't believe there are people that don't like chocolate. And, it's hard to believe that it would make some people mad when they see other people eating chocolate...wait a minute, hum, they're eating chocolate in front of you, don't offer you any and you don't don't have any of your own. And, after they have licked on it, they ask, ''would you like some". Most people to save face would say, "no thanks, I don't really like chocolate". But Batman doesn't beat around the bush. POW!,BANG!

Can't We All Just Get Along

I can understand that sometimes people get angry. It's not hard when your partner just goes, yada, yada, yada all day long. I mean, you're trying to help a patient and they just keep going on and on. So, sometimes you just got to take them out and make them finally shut up.

Bag of Laughs

I'm going to order this Bag of Laughs as soon as I save up enough money. I'm getting kind of tired of having to go people watching at the Wal-Mart in La Marque to get my laughs.

Change of Location

Things are getting kind of touchy here in Texas City. Besides, I think the fallout of the chem plants and refineries are stunting my crops. So, I'm going to become a forest ranger. I found this ad in one my comic books. I can grow and package my crop in seclusion deep in the woods.

WTF

I would like an answer, if you know! Please!

Why Didn't They Just Invent the Poptop?

Heck, beer cans were never a problem for me; I would just open them with my tooth.

A High Recommendation

I just knew that the surgeon general was lying to us back in the mid-sixties.

I’m going to start smoking cigarettes again (I never gave up the left-hand kind).

Fishing Tournament

DeWayne lost a lot of weight as he got older.
He was easily entertained. He liked to fish
while watching the clothes tumble in the dryer. It was the first incident that I can remember of someone
"multi-tasking".


The same day this photo was taken, I told him that I would show him fishing from a different point of view. I talked him into getting into the dryer to watch me fish. I turned it on and he suffered some head injuries. Luckily, Mom didn't notice any change in him.

A 50's Photo

I was reminiscing about the simpler days while going through old family photos. This is a photo of my brother, DeWayne on his favorite scooter.

I would get mad at people for picking on him ‘cause that was my job.

Kitty's Last Resting Place

After Ralph killed my new kitty, we tried to decide a fitting farwell for the little bastard.
So, we drove over to a town nearby and threw his ass out of the truck. then, I ran the truck back and forth over him so no one would recognize him and think poorly of me.

The only thing left about Fecal Head that is recognizable is his hairless tail. When the kid down the street gave him to me, I noticed that the cat didn't have any hair on his tail. I Asked if he had mange or some other type of illness, the kid just laughed and said, "no, he's a special hairless-tailed cat".'

Well, Ralph fixed all of that.