Friday, November 27, 2009

What a Racket

We played tennis today...


It was pretty fun, but we ran out of dress clothes to wear...




It made us feel like a pawn in a game.

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Thursday, November 26, 2009

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

We Took Heed

As soon as he heard I got a bb gun, my friend Clyde rushed on over...


"When I was a kid someone put out my eye with a b b gun!" he said.
"Yeah, which eye?" I asked him.
Ha! That hushed him up.

Just then, the gals from the Ladies Auxiliary of the Money Island Gun Club showed up, asking me to sponsor an ammo drive..

."Don't you listen to Clyde," they argued, "he probably deserved to have that eye shot out...which eye was it, anyway, Clyde?" they inquired... Clyde grinned till they set up their demonstration shoot for us...



"Hit what you aim for!" "That's our motto," said the ladies.

"Don't forget," Clyde said to me, "there ain't but two one eyed jacks, and I'm already the jack of hearts!"

Monday, November 23, 2009

B B King

We bought ourselves an early Christmas present this weekend, now no beer can in the swamp is safe...

Friday, November 20, 2009

He Flipped Over Her



Dear Voodoolawyer:
This guy says he has flipped over me,
but how can I be sure?
yours, Flipped out Sallie



Dear Sallie:

He seems nice...is he always so heels over head for you?
Yours, Voodoolawyer

Dear Voodoolawyer,
Oh, yes...here we were at the playground,


walking down the street...


even on the monkey bars...



Dear Sweet Sallie:
Dat boy's done flipped his lid over you, you are lucky to have him...besides,
I knew him when he was just a baby...



You hang in there, love, Voodoolawyer.

You Got A Place Way Back in the Country Woods

It Ain't a Juke Joint Without the Blues,
The girls in the Lafayette County Jail wrote in, asking for a little Carl Sims. Our Friday Night Prison Request goes out to them...

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Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Don't Make Me Beg





Dear Voodoolawyer:
I always thought that to beg "the question" meant to beg for sex, like "Pleeease, can we fool around, pleeeease??" Turns out, the phrase should better be thought of as "beg the question." Begging your question, but what does "begging the question"mean? It needs its own little emoticon, maybe a question mark with a little wink, or something, Like, then we could all understand it, ya know?

Anyway, thanks for listening,
Claymore

Dear Clay:
That's what you pay me for, MPH

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