Some time ago, I came up with a series of malaprop statements for posting on Twitter every Monday. I didn’t have many followers then, and I could still use to build my Twitter base more, quite frankly. But for those of you who missed them, which I’m sure applies to most readers, I thought that I would drag a few of them out again. Hopefully these will help brighten up your Monday.
In an earlier post, I talked about how my new bird feeder didn’t attract any customers. Boy, how things have changed!
Gentlemen, why not consider a visit to Texas this spring to check out the wildflowers? The state’s rolling meadows are a spectacle this time of year. Your wives will love you for it, and, contrary to what you hear down at the bowling alley, it is not a gateway to scrapbooking.
It’s the peak of crawfish season here in Louisiana. Now’s the time of year when folks the state over fire up their propane burners and boil sack loads of these little critters that look like they’ve crawled here through a wormhole from some other dimension. And the Dang Yankee is among them.
Sometimes I wish I were living in a simpler time, like maybe the years B.C. Before Cables, that is.
In his biography, Keith Richards, undead guitar player for the Rolling Stones, comes clean about his battle with heroin addiction. Reading it has inspired me to go public with my own personal story. And so, the Dang Yankee bares it all in “The Fruit of All Evil”, the latest installment in The Jambalaya News.
I’m really getting to hate these Chinese gift exchanges at Christmas parties. Call me a Grinch if you will, but I’ve got my reasons.