My Betters? To hell with them to

Ever wonder what your face looks when the people who wanted you dead for not taking an experimental medical procedure, starts begging to give up your guns.

Nature’s version of the hell you say posted picture the Clint Squint works fine to. Hold on

damn bug just flew into my left eyeball, hold on. Where was I, ohh yeah, I pulled into a store parking lot, well now, it’s clear as day that fella don’t give a rat’s ass about much, shopping with no plate

Chef boylardee, I have had that stuff a time or two, filed under MRE

When I say, down the road, I mean just down the road, since 1935 Baroni’s been trying to all yoopers into Italians, it’s not working, but they are still at

sometimes I get lazy and shop local down the road of course

With plenty of Baroni’s sause you be patting the buddha in no time

damnit, feels like a bug wing or maybe a leg still in the eye socket where was I, ohh yeah in the store standing in line like the old fashion way, paying for stuff. Conversation ahead of was about guns, one of them turns to me, ” what you think, Jesus never carried a gun” holding my Baroni’s, ingaging a clint quint smile while thinking how that Kimber feels ok on the hip under my shirt, that’s true enough, if you know the story right, it was tyrannical government who nailed Him to a tree for using free speech.

They had this look of well you were a lot help, to which my face carried the expression of

that’s what you get for talking to me

And I looked up the definition Geezer, I am not a Geezer more along the line of a curmudgeon which far different than a Geezer. Geezer is British, there’s no British in me.

Before we get to my Betters, a thought occurred to me while I remove the remnants from my eye socket whatever sort of bug it was

was a time cocaine & disco really did damage to this country, we’ve never recovered

Wait for it

Hearing my Betters, a song came to mind, a song that still sucks

adding skippy clad Women, does not change the fact, the song still sucks

Now don’t go McCoy on me, you know

it’s where McCoy says what’s it like, Life, death, Life

“Excuse me doctor, I have a few distress calls coming in”

No Dout

This no time to have the McCoy attitude