Random thoughts from the moose cave.

full restoration...

you're a funny guy.

we're poor folk. I'm trying to get him something he can depend on to get him to Walmart and back.




(i still suspect you are part kiwi...)

Poor ? You sissy ! You dont know wat poor is....wees so poor, only arf of us can sleep in the house standing up at any one time. Wees so poor, we are thinkin'bout selling our second kidneys.


Damnit ! On this forum I have been called a fool, idiot, have my head up my arse, read like a 2nd grader, and asked if I was cjhsa...but that is plain fightin'language ! (is fightin'language one word ?)

I'll ask the guy handles my light work. you may have met him. wobbly kangaroo. kinda smells like beer and aqua velva?

he stays pretty focused on his work, unless you got old budgie records or posters lying aboot. then he gets all weird and disappears into the can for a bit...

anyways...

what the hell did I do before they invented mechanics gloves???

My hands don't hurt, and I really smacked some **** around today.

My bandaid bill reduction almost pays the difference...

Thems fightin' words

Not to be mistaken at ALL for flighting words.

i'm confusled.

you guys stay up past my bed time, eh...

Yeah! Let's get da moose!

mooses and wabbits is naturally apathetic to each other.

it's written somewhere.

and I know that she knows that I know better than to step on her...

Hey Rocky, I'm going by a Sonic. Want me to bring you anything?

a blonde, and lose the skates...

...in other words, a fry with that shake

yeah.

I'm morally opposed to their food...

I'll take the blonde's skates and make good use of them

wow.

just had a customer literally blow through here, picking up his car.

I'd been warned about his childish antics, and thought I had prepared myself for just about anything.

not.

why do folks gotta take their frustrations out by being dickheads...

hmmmmm.

oh well, it's the weekend, and nothing else lies in the gotta do column.

I said some bad words.

as long as they pay you can put up with them.
smack a surcharge on for those that are troublesome.

Buy a gun off of Dave...wave it around when you point at things... develop a facial twitch and fire shots randomly at imaginary thieves whilst swearing like a psychotic drunk...people will be very pleasant to you.

I told him just take his car, his bad attitude and his ass, and go.

that wasn't what he wanted either.

stupid people suck.

for the next year, anything goes wrong with his car will be my fault.

but I won't work on his **** any more.

bet.

anyways.

got bacon frying. don't know why, but everytime I start cooking bacon, I get this urge to go do something.

this time, it was to use the phone out in the truck so I can lock up and be inside for the night. (gotta call gram yet)

I got a rule a bout it even.

I all it the Bacon rule. (you name your own rules, wise guy)

it reads:
One must complete the bacon cooking process and return the stove to normal before vacating the area of bacon noises. <dumbass>

(the last part is just for me)

as with all rules, there is a reason for this one.

(the fire department suggested it)

but for someone who got a brand new fancy kitchen out if it, she was kinda cranky...

my, the house went silent there, huh...

anyways,

rules. and the "f" word.

at our house the "f" word is food. (DO NOT SAY THE "F" WORD thankyouverymuch)

and I just f*cked up and said it in conversation to Dink. (Doh)

yes i talk to the cats. who the hell else is here?

now I gotta stop and go put some more food in the bowl.

cuz like i promised, ya know?

firken cats...