Someone once told me, Olen. that one should always use other people's money in order to stay in business.
And for Gus,
I think I got cider in my ear. Forever vigilant against the evils that lurk in the swamp. Ah, my. and I always thought that I recognized leg-pullin'..
Arthur never came back, Bi.
Sorry folks. Just remembering the Brat Brigade. I think we might all be members of that battalion.
Now back to hammering and sawing...................................
Someone once told me, Olen. that one should always use other people's money in order to stay in business.
And for Gus,
I think I got cider in my ear. Forever vigilant against the evils that lurk in the swamp. Ah, my. and I always thought that I recognized leg-pullin'..
Arthur never came back, Bi.
Sorry folks. Just remembering the Brat Brigade. I think we might all be members of that battalion.
Now back to hammering and sawing...................................
Who the hell is this Olen person? Whoever it is, I'm pretty damn excited. Let me explain.
I have friends in all of the states with the exception of one. Idaho.
If I can coerce Olen to be my friend, I'll have all the states covered.
I was beginning to suspect that Idaho wasn't even a state, but rather a cruel joke devised by historians to confuse travelers.
"Hey! Where's Idaho? Did we miss it?"
"I don't know, Henry. I thought you were watching the road".
Gonna have to entice him with 'tators Gus.......
There were these two fellers standing on a bridge...
hmmm hmm
Okay, this photo is fifty years old. That's just creepy.
I suspect he's older than he's telling us.
Hi Gus, this is Olen, holding my hand out to you. Idaho has managed to remain relatively quiet, and retain it's natural beauty. A beautiful place to enjoy vacations in the midst of the forests, mountains, lakes and rivers. I also am not noisy and am not famous, so I fit in this state quite well. Nice to meet the man by the swamp. Are we friends? If so, drop in and enjoy our state when you can, and you know you have a friend here.
Way beyond the hills of Idaho,
Where yawning canyons meet the sun.
Know that song, Olen?
The bridge to it is fantastic.
Gus don't know it, cause he's been living in the Everglades toooooooo long.
I swear, I don't believe that Florida has a state song except something like:
When you see land,
sorta green and grassy...
Get off that plane, you're in Tallahassee.
(the capitol city of Florida)
Yuk and double yuk.
Idaho is a sentence. A declarative, if you will. Then again, so is Alaska.
I never looked at it in that light. Hmmmmmmmmmm.
My Redneck Treehouse In The Everglades
Gustav:
Here's my solution: My redneck treehouse in the Everglades. Keeps them pesky panthers at bay and gives you a good view of any Seminoles creeping up.
Gus, the roof is leaking because of the goat...
That redneck tree house is out of building specifications. The ladder rungs are too far apart, the ladder has no safety cage to prevent falls, and the deck needs a railing. It is over eighteen inches above the ground. If the request for a building permit was for an eagle's nest, it would probably been approved.
Good thing is that our building department is staffed by avid hunters. A nod and a wink took care of any permit problems.
hhand me the chainsaw. dear
gustavratzenhofer wrote:I'm going into town to get some whiskey and a goat.
Sorry Gus, no matter how drunk you get a goat there are some things they JUST won't do!
Re: My Redneck Treehouse In The Everglades
That's what durn happened when the Good Lord done tell Cletus 'bout the Flood.
