As you can see, I got me
a fine desk to work at, but
this ol" stool is a
startin' to get a bit tough to stay with.
six or seven hours a day
an' it gets a bit rough for an
ol' codger to be a
sittin' on. Just glad taint to fer to tha
bathroom. sometimes you
go just to get off the barrel.
Tried usin' my piller on
it, but I tell ya, that aint no place
to lay yore head after
bein' used there all day. My ol'
buddy Jake tole me, git
rid o' that stupid thang, ya aint
got no life left about
ya. you don't go a huntin' no more,
you aint been to tha
barn dance fer six months. git yore
self a life, a doin'
somptin othern' sitin' on that dang barrel.
My good friend Zeb had a
better notion, than Jake. He
wanted me to talk to his
buddy, what draws pichurs of
houses fer guys to
build. Ol' Zebs buddy had a great
idear fer a new setup
fer the whole shbang. Well after
hockin' my ol' pickup an
my ol' 12 gauge, an sellin ol blue,
an a rentin my hoss to a
city slicker to come ride now and
then, I'm a gettin' all
Go on down to tha bottom
o this page an have yore self a
gander at my new puter
desk, with a phone an everthen.