... spent the morning driving up Knoxville for a lightning raid on one of their liquor stores... did pretty good too... no casualties.. in and out in under five minutes.... the place hardly knew what hit it... my guerrilla-booze tactics are well honed....

... but it never fails though... buying a crate of firewater always leaves me tired and hungry.... that said, I guess it's time to treat myself with a fried Spam sandwich and a bowl of Chef Boyardee Beefaroni... mmm mmmmm... living high on the hog, people, it ain't for the faint of heart....

...besides, I need my strength built up for this afternoon's planned activities... loping dead limbs off of the dogwood trees on the backside of Hell's Half acre while the Missus swings languidly in her hammock...

by Eric on June 19, 2006 | Bullshit (6) | TrackBack (0) | Drinking
Bullshit So Far

...where's the rain?

Bullshitted by vicki on June 19, 2006 03:31 PM

You're not planning on castrating "Woody" while you're out there, are you??

Bullshitted by Richmond on June 19, 2006 03:46 PM

... Woody is safe... for the moment...

Bullshitted by Eric on June 19, 2006 03:56 PM

I think I may have felt all the blood vessels in my heart constrict when I read 'Fried Spam sandwich'... or maybe that was the bile rising in my throat! Wow. With beefaroni, you definitely win the iron stomach award!

Bullshitted by Bou on June 19, 2006 09:08 PM

Must have been something in the air yesterday. I had a fried spam sandwhich for lunch also!

Bullshitted by hoosierboy on June 20, 2006 09:37 AM

Don't forget to slap a wedge of Velveeta on that Spam sammich. If you're gonna go high on the hog, might as well go with mysteriouscongealedcheesyfood as well.

Bullshitted by El Capitan on June 21, 2006 10:42 AM