The Navy first tried to freeze my butt in Adak, Alaska, and when that didn't work, they tried cooking it in Manama, Bahrain...again to no avail. Now I feel like I'm living in a d**n rainforest (be assured I don't need any more "shriveling" at my age). What the h-e-double hockey sticks can possibly be next?
Oh, I just got my answer to that question. Take a gander at what our local fishin' hole looks like this morning, courtesy of Tom at West Neck (and in case you're interested: yes, the store is flooded...again):
Don't know about the rest of you, but I, for one, am d**n sick and tired of all the friggin' rain and playing with this "yo-yo," otherwise known as the North Landing River. I just wish I could take a giant dump on the whole thing and then flush it all away in one fell swoop.
And now that I've said my piece, please pardon me while I go back to my snack of nails and razor blades.
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