Sooooo…..
It’s been a while, and I have been a little too sane. I mean, I am Mental and its time for a Mental-esque post.
I mean right now I am doing this whole professional leadership thing, and talking about grown up topics, and I hate that. I wanna harken back to my days of hotwheels in the back yard with an entire complex system of highways, getwaways and hideouts carved into a dirt hill. The fact I was doing that last week is not your concern. Unless you’re Bash, and only because he was there helping me. By the way Bash, I still want my purple Jet Threat back, I know it was you.
But none of this is really crazy; unless Bash doesn’t gimmie back my hot wheel, in which case I’ll display Charlie Manson eating Fruit Loops on your porch crazy. Yes I know it’s from a Suicidal Tendencies song. Don’t lecture me, I was around when the album first came out, I have it on cassette.
No, this is more waxing nostalgic, which is permissible, even considering it was last week. Of course its not that I am crazy, just mental. Did ja see what I did there? It’s a homonym. Look it up. Maybe I am crazy, but in a cool neighbor way, not frozen body parts in the freezer way. But then again, the dictionary defines crazy as an adjective meaning (among other things) “having an unusual, unexpected, or random quality, behavior, result, pattern, etc” Shit. That doesn’t help The noun definition is an unpredictable, nonconforming person; oddball. Hmm. Now this give some hope, after all this is SoCo and the lot of you are whack yo.
But enough about you, lets talk about me. Now, I ain’t from Boulder so I'm not a liberal, and I’d be a gun-nut if they weren’t so expensive and got in the way of my motorcycle addiction, and as you noticed, I ain’t from the Mountains (“Hey boy, y’aint from ‘round here are ya?” ), andI ain’t no flatlander, so as a result I can't build log cabins or for that matter a sod hut. But when ya wanna know how to clean out the cement pond, the proper shackles for a body lift on a 78 Chevy 4x4, or varmit cooked right, you ask the rednecks. And that’s me. BTW I have a great recipe for proper gravy for and open-fire cooked squirrel. I know you rocky mountain folks think you aren't supposed to put gravy on open fire squirrel just salt and pepper after you jam a stick up its butt. That stick serves as pot handle, rotisserie and fork. But that’s just crazy. Like annoying guy downtown mumbling to himself about the gubbermint crazy.
Hey, didja know did you know Ketchup was sold in the 1830s as medicine?
So I am riding into work this morning, and well that’s it. I rode into work this morning, it was uneventful. In fact I liked it. Good thing too, on account of I like bikes, so I should at least learn to enjoy riding them. As I was parking (I often do that with my bike once I get to work, sometimes I even do that with my van, when I drive it) a guy asked if he could have a word. I said “Mastication.” He thanked me and left. I like my job, it allows me to do things like this. Oh not typing this up, what I am doing right now…maybe it’s best you can’t see that. I could draw you a picture, but my hands are otherwise occupied. You’re still thinking about mastication aren’t you? You’re thinking “Georgia Squid-Boy knows that word, it can’t be to hard.” Well if everyone knew it, the guy wouldn’t have needed it this morning would he?
I swear people...
Originally Posted by PharmerKyle
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