An Untitled Mess

Been a crazy week for me I suppose.  Went and did my taxes on Monday.  I feel like Uncle Sam sucker punched me in the testicles and then stole my wallet while I was laying on the ground, rolling around in agony.  Then, as I look up through teary eyes, his good friend The Block takes my watch, spits in my face and says that should cover my filing fees.  Then, as I'm about to get up, a long leaf pine pelts me in the face with pine cones and then steals my sneakers.  The streets around here are rough. I saw this car in the Wal-Mart parking lot a few weeks ago.  I posted it to Crackbook hoping that my grandpa would see it but I'm not sure if he did.  I know he reads my blog (well, at least that's what he tells me) so hopefully he will see it here.  What a slick car, for sure. Okay, by now I'm sure you're thinking to yourself, "Well, he covered taxes, he covered classic cars...so now he's GOT to write about the fakers".  Typically, you would be correc

Funny story.  I was out at the farm the other day helping dad tear down the walls in our feed room.  He swore up and down that the walls are infested with rats and the only way to remedy the problem is to tear the walls down so they have nowhere to nest.  Anything that involves destruction with a hammer and crowbar and I'm in.  We had a blast pulling the walls down, it was some quality time together.  We didn't find a single rat either. While out at the farm, I went to go see our male goat, BB.  Mom and dad call him Mr. Mister, but I call him BB, which is short for Blue Balls.  See, he is the only buck at our farm and we have a few does.  We keep them separated so they can't mate, hence the name Blue Balls.  Well, I was in his pen, because he is very friendly, playing with him and petting him.  Dad sees me and says, "Make sure he doesn't try and mount you."  I just laugh at him and say that we are just playing around.  Not two seconds later, he jumps up on