That old Charlie Brown ain't got nuthin on me I tell ya. I woke up bright and early on Sunday morn as I've been following Ben's advice, "early to bed, early to rise, makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise." The problem is the last three parts never seem to come true for me. Oh, maybe some of that healthy stuff happens every now and again, just not Sunday. My body decided to play the fun game of musical chairs using porcelain bowls instead of chairs. Gosh golly gee what f-ing fun! Now I may not be the sharpest stick in the bunch, but I kind of figured that standing out in the rain and drinking beer wouldn't be the most prudent thing I could do. So, I stayed home.
Well, I guess I just have to do, what those good old country boys Wet Willie would do. Just keep on smiling.
2 comments:
With your blazing speed you were worried that you would be the "goat" that finished last this.
But having your hide on next years firkin does have its appeal!
I would hold quite a lot of beer with my hide, just don't drink the brown ale.
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