Random ramblings from my beer soaked melon about politics, religion, sex, stupidities, nature, and any other subject that penetrates the haze. Sometimes crude and not for the faint of heart or people with normal intelligence, or an abundance of common sense.
Sunday, February 10, 2008
posted by Nit Wit at 5:32 AM | Permalink |


  • At 9:01 AM, Blogger Kalibitch

    wow. i could have written that. not a morning person either. which sucks since i have to get up so early every day.

  • At 10:20 AM, Blogger billy pilgrim


    if it don't rhyme, it ain't a poem in my books.

    the feckin bird probably would have shit on your laundry if you hadn't dealt with it.

  • At 8:25 PM, Blogger yellowdog granny

    im with ruby's daddy..if it don't rhyme it aint no poem..
    i wrote a poem once to a guy who had dumped me..so proud of it..i rhymed final lap with hope she gives you the clap..

  • At 5:45 PM, Blogger texlahoma

    Lol! That reminds me of my wife, she hates the early morning.

  • At 8:31 AM, Blogger Babs

    awwww.... poor little birdy. Though I suspect I would feel the same if there were a bunch of roosters around here.

    And yes, I check the sell by dates on everything I buy at hell mart. Even canned goods. I dug in the back and got a package of meat that didn't expire the same day. But it's cooked up now and yummmmmmmmmy.