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Monday, March 03, 2008
Holy Crap
Letterman was a repeat tonight. I'd seen most of the show, but I must have been out of the room or staring at the inside of my eyelids when Jack Hanna brought out a Monicle- Cobra.
Hey, I'd have been trying to get away from this snake right there with Letterman. Brrrrrr.
I've lived here on The Poor Farm most of my life. Located in western Kansas, where the wind blows - supposedly the Dodge City weather station at the airport has the highest average wind speed in the CONUS. It would be the "sticks" out here if there were any trees, but I like it. I really like the spring - when it is calm, and the smell of the fresh wheat and other plants fill the air with a unique "green" smell. My real love is the fall, when the air is cooling and calm, when you breath the air it is like a drink of cool water. Speaking of cool water, my well produces some mighty good tasting stuff. It is hard water for sure - all the faucets have lime on them, but I'll take it over soft mossy smelling reservoir water from the city any day.
3 comments:
Yiiiikkkes!!!! I hadn't seen that one. You know it's pretty intense if Jack Hanna himself is a bit freaked out. Wow.
That was hilarious! I love it when Letterman gets jumpy like that! Ha Ha!
"staring at the inside of my eyelids" Good one.
If anybody's handing out Cobra's I want mine to come from a Ford factory.
Good luck on your surgery, Jeffro.
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