"It Is Now Post Time."
We're On, Ha! Fooled ya didn't I. Everybody is still standing at the starting gate..I can see Plain down in his three point stance trying to bust through the gate to get a little head start on everybody.. Well just hold it a minute or longer if you want Plain..OK, We're Off, there he goes whackin away..As they say in the Pine Barrens: Woke up on the right side of the sod this morning Simple.. Yes we did Amos, yes we did..Runnin the roads with one old road runnin Phil The Thrill, he says you got toll money? I said, we got easy pass.. He says I know but do you have toll money? What the fuck man...I just said yeah, and started loadin the truck..Probably won't be back, not sure..Maybe a little Texas Hold Em tonite, and a little vodkaday..Get a call last nite around seven..It is Floyd and Marie. Yo Ern, what are ya doin..Kinda just chillin going to make a WaWa run. What's up? Where are you two? Down ECKS.. WHOA!! is today Vodkaday?? Nah, we're practicing for tomorrow..Gotta love it...First weekend without football in awhile..but that means Spring Training is around that proverbial corner..I remember when I had the landscaping business and I pull onto the job site, and I ask the guy at the gate, where is lot number whatever? He says right around the corner..I am driving a F-600 dump truck with a 20 foot trailer with a bulldozer on the back, and make the turn at the corner to go down a dirt fucking road filled with holes and mud and dead end at a swamp, ain't nowhere to turn around, I gotta be a mile down this fuckin road, I gotta start backin up, are you kiddin me...anyway, I wind up having to take the bulldozer off the trailer, pull the trailer out of the way, turn the truck around, hook the trailer back up load the dozer and drive out to the guy at the gate. This has to be over an hour later. He sees me comin and says, not that corner the one past that..That road isn't paved yet..How I am not in prison is beyond my comprehension....I wanted to take that rig and drive it right through the fucking shack and go to the nearest bar..Anyway, things move on, and so is February, don't worry little Streeb The Keeb, winter is winding down..HA! watch that kiss of death as we get a blizzard next week..I told Blat and Slat I was hittin the road today and the last time I saw them they were kneeling out on the dirt road punching it..Bring anything you want..Any around the corner mishaps or a stones throw..Just bring it.. We hit another milestone this week as we went over 16,000 hits. Who reads this shit..!! Who writes this shit?? Who the hell are Blat and Slat?? LOL!! See Ya..
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Well lets see one of the better stories was when you guys went to croccos wedding,pinky Rafter takes the wheel as they are going thru Georiga, and three guys were already pulled over and fined because in those days you paid the fine right on the spot or went to the judges House. Anywho they alreayd paid over 500 bucks in fines when pinky gets pulled over,The State Trooper says lets see Yout Lic. and Oweners card, This was a Hurtz Rent a car they had, the Trooper looks at the card and says Hurtz Huh ? Pinky looks at him sand says fucking right it does this is the fourth time we got stopped!!!!!! Everyone bust out laughing and it was OKAY WISE GUYS OUT OF THE CAR!!!!!!
WOW Danny's wedding. When we got there for the bachelor party, everybody just thought we were the greatest funniest bunch they ever met, that was Thursday, by the time we were circling the parking lot in two cars at the wedding reception, they were looking for guns too shoot us, and damn near did..I remember hanging out the window singing we were Yankee Doodle Dandies, and her whole family was running after the car. Floyd was hummin he said he didn't know the words. Get out on the road, and Mousie Conroy says hey are they grapefruits or big oranges. Floyd pulls over and we start grabbing them off of the trees, BOOM! I know a shotgun blast when I hear it..We go runnin back to the car with some kinda citrus fruit and BOOM! Somebody says we blew a tire..I'm yellin get the fuck outta here, that guy has a SHOTGUN!! This was after a fight with Rick Casseras and his bunch that ran Tampa back then. This was after everybody having to get bailed out by Mr. Crocco, this is after everybody walking up the aisle with stitches and black eyes. This is after the belle of the ball cannot be found at the reception, yep, 18 years old everybody bragging about how beautiful she was, and and and where is Rafter..yep, he has her out in the woods. Came walking out like nothing was wrong as were running for the cars, drove over told him get the fuck in, and the circling began....those were the days my friends we thought they'd never end.....
Can't compete with your stories today, so I'll just say "have a good one" and then I'll go remote for a while.
Going remote myself.God Bless the Crocco family, they were and are wonderful people..Except you Bull, you are a pain in the nuts..
TAPS
Day is done,
gone the sun,
from the lakes,
from the hills,
from the sky,
all is well,
safely rest,
God is nigh.
Have a good night and a better tomorrow.
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