It’s morning here, at my next undisclosed location somewhere in the cornfields. The “Bosses”— that’s a sekret name for the Usurpers of the Working Man— have decided that since my magical presence on site has somehow improved the molecular machinations of the production systems, that I should stay for ANOTHER WEEK as the removal of my awesome aura from this particular zip code will cause a tearing of the space time production continuim.
This will be the third week away from my special pillow and thank goodness I brought an extra pair of undershorts!!
TallyDayga is gonna be just like DayTona - a gathering of the animals for the Ark in two by two. But, there will be more strategery with drivers in pairs deciding their partner is no durn good and trying to switch in the middle of the dance.
Look for collisions as the front/rear positions switch on the fly and somebody decides to go with someone else instead. Multiple radio comms will cause massive confusion as they get mixed up...no! I said go with 5 not 9, Oh Noze!
The KOHLER Toilet commercials are obnoxious...it’s rude to remind everyone what exactly takes place on the porcelin seat.
And...the presence of pregnant womyn on TV and then boasting of their delivery of the “Blessed BABY” also reminds everyone what exactly took place to achieve the presence of the “BABY”...hey, it’s EMBARASSING!!!to envisions the actual process!!
If anyone has leftovers, brisket and taters, feel free to scan and send to me, I have a reconstituter that can reanimate food to its constituent parts.
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Me thinks that Corn Liquor Distillery needs a bit of tweaking and twisting of the dials and valves which may be a dollop above your pay grade. on the other hand you make some valid assumptions although they arrived a little late for me to make adjustments for windage and evolution of this race...
Can't scan 'em but they sure are good. Leftover biscuits from last night. Split 'em, buttered 'em, warmed in the oven and doused in molasses for breakfast. MMMmmm....