"Today Is The 17th Day Of September In The Year Of Our Lord 2012."

It Is Now Post Time.
We are off....OK, a little refresher course...Thursday, out  of town, 5:30 wake up to meet a tractor trailer in York Pa...pick up 8 AM VODKADAY morning, easy day, load up at 8 onto the Yunk by 1..party at Turners for Jimmy McBrides son who went off and joined the Navy.. OK, fucking truck shows up at 2PM.. Ya think I was a little pissed, I got a crew headed by none other than Phil The Nut waiting back in New Jermany, the truck doesn't get there until 8PM...Those guys worked till 10PM..think there is a trucking outfit that ain't gettin paid...OK back to the Yunk at 7PM.. into the party, work clothes and a I don't give a shit attitude..When one Johnny McFarlands, rips my hat off and sticks this fuckin Rocky lookin hat on me, and tells me....I BOUGHT THAT FOR YOU TODAY!!!!..OK John thank you, I am sure it looks good...HEY YOU LOOK LIKE ROCKY...I'm thinkin I feel like Rocky after the day I just put in...I say come on John (Johnny was a Marine) let's go in the back they are having a party for McBrides son, now I have the door open to the party and he yells,  WHY THEY HAVING A PARTY...I said the kid is going in the service...He yells...NO HE AIN'T HE JOINED THE FUCKIN NAVY..SLAM!!! the door shut....laughin my balls off..Wind up in front of Stebors house yellin YO ADRIAN!!!!She told me to keep quite, that I reminded her of her father..HA!!!
Saturday morning headin back to New Jermany, and as I drive down Ripka, lo and behold who is coming out his door...none other than the Polish Prince himself Butchie Witkowski...YO!! where you goin..?? uhm back to Jersey.. You wanna get breakfast??Sure jump in...HEY NICE HAT..Thanks Butch,,,about 12 AM Sunday, I was like Butch can we go home...??  This is after breakfast, Harrah's Chester whackin away on a poker machine for 6 hours and finally,  another bout at Turners...Sunday morning I can't get up,. I really feel like Rocky...finally 2PM sneakin down the steps ..YO ERN....Hey Butchie..THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD.   I might be and don't know it....Over to Phils can't make it too the bunker...HEY ERN WANNA GO OVER THE ERLTON AND HAVE A FEW BEERS..?? What the fuck, why not.....Well here it is Monday afternoon the Simpleton, has a hat smashed over his head and a tooth missing, it is wrapped up in my pocket...don't ask...I gotta go to the dentist.....