Hiding

Where in the hell do these motherfuckers go to hide from us? I swear, whenever I want to open a can of paint I can never find one.

Have a blessed fucking day.
Carry on, godfuckingdamnit.

More

More quakers at Fabis… The lonely duck is happy to have company.

Catfish

That damn Henry finely brought me a catfish yesterday. Nice one, bout 20 inches, will make 2 or 3 meals. So for now I still get to claim to be the worst fisherman in Texas. :-) ;-) :-)

Have a blessed fucking day.
Carry on, godfuckingdamnit.

Cheater

Everyone knows I’m the worst fisherman in Texas but I think that goddamn Henry is trying to take my title away from me, and I think the sumbitch is cheating to get it. He sets out whole trout lines with his scow without catching any fukkin fish.

I’d go out with him to prove he isn’t using any bait on the hooks but I fear the fuckker would push me overboard just to get rid of my sorry ass.

Have a blessed fucking day.
Carry on, godfuckingdamnit.

The edge

Living on the edge….

I know a cat that likes the edge of things, if a board is in laying in the yard she won’t pay much attention to it but if you turn it on its edge she’ll spend hours on it.  She’ll climb a tree and spend hours perched out on a thin limb just barely big enough to hold her. She stands on the rim of a bucket to drink water from it. Or to just hang out on it.

Have a blessed fucking day.
Carry on, godfuckingdamnit.

Fer sur...

I’m Billy …
I’ve always been a handsome bastard. LOL

Show the fuck up.
Raise hell.
Leave.
Fuck it.

Have a blessed fucking day.
Carry on, godfuckingdamnit.

Tent city

Never thought I would see a tent city in Olympia, a city that don’t even allow RV parking most places.

Oh well, not going to go into all of it.

Have a blessed fucking day.
Carry on, godfuckingdamnit.