Webster, Wiley your dumb and lonely coyote here.
Yes, your response is so appropriate, and gives me some comfort. I've said the same many a time, as I rocket launched myself out over the abyss, chasing a dream. Them thar landings of those sorts are hard to take. Let me tell ya now!
Ya suppose ... are there a bunch of bulls out over the abyss, and they don't yet know it? Flying high with their paper? Will their paper make a good parachute?
Is the Big Lie being told from The Truth Sayer or The Big Liar? I tell you SwampDick and SOB just ain't no mix that I appreciate. Let alone scared little boy Ronny, Mattie, maybe Billie and whoever else inherits those palaces down in the Carib territory.
I dunno, I am still scared shitless, in my den, shivering with a few buckos in my paws. I can still go down to my local grocer and buy my essentials with those buckos. I like to have a few around, let me tell ya. I can even buy a coca cola now and then, with those buckos. But gold ... shit what is that stuff my grocer says? I work a little mine up yonder, and have brought in a few flakes, just to see what he says. Knows nothing about the stuff. Kind of reminds me of Sarg Klink (Helg was nicer looking and had them big bosums too).
I think I go back to my mine tomorrow and leave all this cyber space stuff for the fools. I am getting older. I need long term health insurance so to speak. And I've been beat up so my times by these gimmicks, as well as by these sooth sayers and all their tool kits. I am more aged than I would otherwise be, if I just used common sense, worked hard, and saved up my gold flakes as they come to me.
Back to the gold mine I guess. No instant riches here for this coyote. Time is running out. Too many battles lost. I jus don't have the stomach for all this one day instant gratification stuff anymore.
Wiley |
