One of these days, I’m gonna on here all G’damn day, found a 48 cup coffee percolator in the basement, the kind you use at a church function, in this house we perked!, never drip, I still perk. Today is not that day to sit here all G’damn day. Did you know, you need a permit to build a deck, so they can TAX you later, butt! no permit/fee/TAX to park a boat. There will come day, such people who think in those terms, will be nothing but spooky stories told around a campfire. Until then,
ADAPT IMPROVISE OVERCOME
such stinking thinking as in this example
The Toilet, there’s a little story behind it
Grampa, mom’s side, he was late 80/90’s down in the Grand rapids VA home, they were giving him a hard time about having beer in there, so Grampa packed up his suitcase, took a taxi to the Greyhound, headed North… ma! grampa is at the backdoor!, so it was decided right then he is staying here, dad built a little bathroom in the ole coal room. He had Ernie Howell on a floor radio, (he hated the Red Sox). sit there with a PBR in a rocker. fridge, bed and medical stuff. Took the VA almost two weeks to find him, was some flak about him stayin, Grampa sitting at the kitchen table not sayin anything, just sipping a beer eyefucking the VA people, there were 2 of them. We found Grampa in his rocker; he left us at 103 of age. Still have rocker, when I sit here all G’damn day, you’ll know then, I’m in the rocker.
Grampa liked music
thinkin he would have like the Dead South boys