Musings of the Chronologically Challenged™ Fourth Generation

 
He's Off Again
Ol' Chuck is gone to his favorite fishing hole for a few days. But, thoughtful soul that he his, he left a new Tale over at 'redneckin' for us to enjoy while he's gone. And with each successive story of his Alabama boyhood, he shoots down (honest, no pun intended!) child psychiatrists' current opinion that childhood violence may predict serial killer adulthood. Unless you count furry critters as victims, that is. Have fun Chuck.

Rogue No More!
And proud of it. How exciting to be re-categorized as a "Scattered Asteroid" by Jay Solo. A big step up from Rogue! Jay's new home reflects a whole lot of work that he can rightly be proud of. See it here.

Lean On Me
Glenn, over at Hi. I'm Black, could use a few verses from Ben E. King about now. Stop by and give him a cyber-friend's support.

Further Adventures of Boudreaux, the Cajun
Pierre and Boudreaux was flying Cajun Airlines to da Mardi Gras. Boudreaux was flying da plane, and Pierre was in da back foolin wit da cargo equipment an stuff. Da plane hit some turbulence an started bouncin around and Boudreaux got knock unconscious. Den da plane start driftin. Pierre come run up to da front an Boudreaux was sprawl out all over da steerin wheel.

Well, Pierre don't know nuttin bout flyin an he start to get paniky. He grab da microphone and holla "May Day! May Day! Dis is Cajun Air Line 90210. Boudreaux, him knock unconscious an I don know nuttin about flyin dis plane!"

"Dis is da control tower," someone answer. "Don you worry a bout nuttin. We gonna splain how you to land dis plane, step by step, ah gar-own-tee! Jus leave anyting ta us. Fus, how high you are, an whas you position?"

Pierre thought a minute, den say, "I'm five foot ten an I'm all da way to da front of da plane."

"No! No!" answer da tower. "What you altitude, an where you location?"

Pierre say, "Man, rat now ah got a po attitude, an ah'm from Thibodeaux, Laweezeeanna!"

"No! No! No!" came an exasperated voice. "Ah needs to know how many feet you got off da groun an how you plane in relation to da airport!"

Pierre, he start to panic by dis time. He say, "Countin Boudreaux's feets an mine togedder, we got fo feet off da groun an I don believe dis plane related to you airport!"

A long pause ----- de silence was deafanin.
"We needs to know whoo you next of kin.."








posted by HCL at 12:08 PM