Wednesday of last week, I was ridin the former "ole satan" around in the yard fix'n to mow. Lil Dumplin was messin around with her flowers in the flower boxes on the front porch. She waved at me and motioned me to where she was. Well, bein the lazy dude I am--I drove the mower up there to see what she wanted. "Look up" she said. Mr Buzzard was circlin rite low overhead of where I had just been. I didn't think I smelled that bad just yet---didn't dare ask Lil Dumplin if I stunk either.

The truth finally came out after I watched that big bird circlin rite over her bus. "Ok--I hit a bird a day or so before". That big stinky bird WAS circlin her bus!! I saw the carcass of a little bird jammed up under an a/c unit on the roof!

Just goes to show that old hillbillys don't always stink nuff for buzzards to "go shoppin" after us'ns. Matthew 24:44

-- old hoot gibson (hoot@pcinetwork.com), May 28, 2002