A new leaf
Ah, the happy sounds of life in a small town. This past Saturday I had the opportunity to partake in a little Americana by celebrating in the homecoming festivities with ten thousand of my closest neighbors. This year there was no band from Japan being drowned out by unwieldy brandishers of chainsaws, no over the top reporters declaring war on the UM Forestry Department, nor even a homosexual clown making passes at the young kiddies. No, this year was all pomp and it was alright. The high school bands marched, the 80 year old fiddlers played, the local candidates strutted, and we were all reminded of our state's heritage out here on the edge of nowhere. Yes folks, appparently that heritage has something to do with a circus box and eight mules, and that's just peachy.
P.S. J-Hole: How many beers you wanna lose this time? Colorado? Tough days in Lubbock. You name the stakes my man. Just remember, you're 11.66 down already and that doesn't even include the last basketball season...
6 comments:
do they allow plaid in the hallowed halls of montana law?
Where's the snow? I assumed it would be snowing there by now.
plaid is okay, coveralls are better.
indian summer ended today with a snow flurry.
and one more note on the local ruffians. only in montana could you find a mule-skinner whose mule is named horse. obvious pun regarding a dead one omitted for tact's sake.
11.66 beers, huh? The only way that will get drunk in my lifetime is if you decide to get married again and invite me to the bachelor party.
i notice that you haven't named the stakes....i sense fear in you grasshopper.
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