So, while pissing and moaning, I write to request readers to post a number in sequence to verify they aren't bots. People responded. It's like I walked into a huge, empty bar, offered to buy everyone a drink and find out everyone went to the restroom at the same time.
The reply count is over 100, the visits are over 750 and I found some things I need to write about:
- There are many people that read my blog.
- Many of those people can't count worth a shit.
- I'm overwhelmed by the response.
- I feel like Kevin Costner in the last scene, when the cars are lined up for miles, everyone is coming to the game and the only thought I have is: "Damn, I forgot the port-a-potties. I damn sure won't need to worry about fertilizing around 5 acres of corn."
I am humbled, thank all for visiting and need to be more careful about what I write.
Leave a quarter on the toilet.
In Case You've Wondered
My blog is where my wandering thoughts are interspersed with stuff I made up. So, if while reading you find yourself confused about the context, don't feel alone. I get confused, too.
If you're here for the stories, I started another blog: scratchingforchange.blogspot.com
One other thing: sometimes I write words you refuse to use in front of children, or polite company, unless you have a flat tire, or hit your thumb with a hammer.
I don't use them to offend; I use them to embellish.