In East Texas, we like to try lightin' various and assundry items ablaze, sort of like a roll hillbilly laboratory of love.
I won't tell you what this is, but I will tell you that prior to this burning ring of fire, we set off two chickens, two roosters, and several cats. Those cats made so much noise that the Devil himself hid under the bed.
All of which reminds me...
FOR SALE: ONE ROBOTIC BUTT BOX
PRICE: FREE
REASON: Apparently my cats generate immobile clumps o kittycrete because the RBB scooper consistently got stuck.
WHAT NEXT? We have now moved on to the big tub with the lid with the hole cut out of the top. When the grumpy pusses are in it, they look like they are driving a Yugo with the sunroof open.
THANK YOU, Cat Crap, for your robotic and analog butt box wisdom.
(Analog...I really meant that as a way of saying "old fashioned," but once I typed it, I realized that it held other metaphorical significance as well!)
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2 comments:
What the hell - has the poem been written to say "If it's brown set the damn thing on fire?????". If so, it is going to be a hot time at my house tonight!!!!
With regards to the robo butt box, mine is being shipped to Austin on Friday to take up residence in the one cat household of Mike's friend Jack. Hip Hip Hurray - one more thing out of the garage!!!
Yo Mama sure didn't be noing thet crap burns. Wunder if it be jes cat crap 'n dog crap or if homo sapien crap is n-cluded. My PO, also nown as The Kaptain Of It All, always be lookin 4 ways 2 save money. Maybe he be n-ter-ested in buning stead of flushing, specially now that the holdin tank has remnants of diesel fuel n it. I have 2 ask him.
Yo Mama will let U no.
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