Living down here in Lower Bama, I've always hated Summer. Mostly because of the heat. But I've also always hated the insects. Especially flying Insects. Working in my garden today, damn skeeters were tearing me up. Then I went to get my ladder, and the damn wasps had already built a nest. Sumbitch popped me good on my wrist. I finished up, and came inside and popped a cold beer.

Ok, I may have popped one earlier outside.


Life is a journey. Make sure and bring plenty of Beer.

My luck has been so bad lately, it could be raining pussies and I'd catch one with a dick broke off in it.