![]() Happy Friday morning, everybody! I know, let’s sing the Friday Song before we get started…you know, to get you in the mood. Ready? It’s Friday, it’s Friday, Hallelujah, hallelujah! The weekend’s here and we’ll have a can of beer, Hallelujah, hallelujah! We’ll relax, Hallelujah, hallelujah, And take off our slacks, Hallelujah, hallelujah, And sit around the house in our rotten underwear, Halllllleeeeellllluuuuuuujaaaaah! Thus speaketh the Greaseman. Belt it out brothers and sisters! I was going to spend this post ranting about the morons in Oklahoma City (aka, State Legislature)…they’re really starting to roll along with proposed legislative tidbits that will make this, the 2017 session, the most ridiculous in history. But, I decided to wait and perhaps cover the antics on N. Lincoln Blvd. in a special (and rare) Saturday edition of the Cosmic City Blog. I said perhaps…it’ll depend on how I feel tomorrow morning. Sheesh, you people are so demanding. Things are kind of moving along here at The Compound. I say kind of because…well, kind of. Let’s see, actual work on the Cabinet Saloon replication has all but stopped. Once the walls were up and the roof was on, Cousin Fred and his fellow Pathetic Order of the Jackrabbit – Original Chapter (P.O.J.O.C.) helpers could no longer restrain themselves. Cousin Fred was up painting the square façade of the building bright, bright white. That was followed by painting CABINET SALOON in big jet-black letters that can be read from 10 miles away at 70 mph. In the meantime, the P.O.J.O.C.ers were busy moving a bar inside. Not sure where it came from, but it’s old and appears to be mahogany. If your place of business or museum is missing one, let me know, I think I found it. The entire party was down there in lantern light last toasting the new P.O.J.O.C. lodge. Yeah, okay, I was there too. The plumbing isn’t finished. The electrical panel is a mess of wires. The interior walls aren’t finished…there’s insulation dropping down into drinks, etc. But, they did move round tables and chairs in so it is an official drinking place. We noted that an OHP unit kept going by and shining his spotlight on the building (no power remember). OHP? What are they doing out here. It’s a bit off their beaten jurisdiction. The Daughter is here, of course. She stopped on her way back to Virginia from Utah. You may recall she recently graduated from the George Mason School of Truck Driving and is an officially licensed gear grinder. She has a gig driving truckloads of string beans to Utah from Virginia. Once a week, rain, snow, or shine, string beans to Utah. I asked her if the run back home is with an empty truck. She didn’t say anything, but merely opened the back of the truck. Inside were open boxes of string beans with empty cans. She shrugged her shoulders and said, “You told me to get a job, a real job, no more fake jobs. I got a job.” I asked who she’s actually working for and why they send to Virginia for string beans in Utah. She shrugged her shoulders again and said she doesn’t ask. She just cashes the checks. She told me that worst part of her job are the idiots on the road. Cars darting in front of her like she can stop on a dime with a load of bootleg (presumably) string beans destined for Utah in the trailer behind her. I guess you never know what’s in store for you with other drivers when you’re freewheelin’ down the highway. That reminded me of a story I read recently on the Huffington Post website wherein some dude down in Florida (why are all the freaks assembling in Florida?) was reported to police as loitering in the parking lot of a car wash without any pants. Police arrive to find the guy standing there without any pants and music blaring from his car sound system. The cop tells him to put his pants back on. The guy responds with a genuine alternative fact that would make The Trump proud that his pants, “took off running by themselves without me.” Cops told him to get in his car while they tried to figure out what do with him. Naked Carwasher (as he is now known) gets in the car, but then comes back out with a screwdriver waving it around. One of the officers who responded in kind by Tasering the f**k out of our Naked Carwasher. Poor guy, bet he was just going out to track down his pants and wanted the screwdriver to fend them off if they didn't want to come back peacefully. Dockers are so temperamental. Now, the really interesting part of this is that he was charged with aggravated assault on a police officer. Hmmmm…no drunk and disorderly, no high as a kite charges? Maybe the dude is just crazy? Nothing in the report as to whether his pants were later apprehended. People in Florida are nuts, I’m tellin’ ya! That is all! Comments are closed.
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