serving up a big old bowl of hot bovine paddies from the male variety
I say that because I attended an academic conference not too long ago. Sitting next to me was a Harvard graduate who was now hugely diverse U Oklahoma. Who was now teaching at the University of Oklahoma. I'm here to tell you that that's a disguise because he's actually from a contingent from Arizona sent here to infiltrate the dynamics of the original old-school Okies.
It would appear that I'm the last one of this dying breed. Anyway he knows I'm on to some unwritten knowledge about history and native America. You have to remember it wasn't called America and the whole Western and Eastern world had no idea. And the scientists believe there was a language that is to say a land bridge from Alaska to Siberia. There was a land bridge but it wasn't that one this bridge went from Miami to the African continent. And I swear the people went to after they were cast out of Eden. It was a long walk. But the plant was a lot different back then.
Now that's one side of the coin.
Looks call this the captains travel log, the last time I was in taxes last time I was in taxes I was involved in a shootout. Here's where I recovered some articles of clothing that I'm carrying around in the voodoo bucket. Specifically these are pink articles of clothing and not purple articles of clothing but I do have all kinds of clothing. I've even got some sandals from Arizona and California so let me just say I carry all kinds of voodoo articles of clothing.
I have a Dallas Cowboys T-shirt that will not come clean. I have washed the things multiple times and applied industrial solvents to the filth on this T-shirt but it won't come off. That's in a different movie. And it's still true story. Anyway here the travelogue images.
One other note, if you look carefully you can see more ghost warrior for prints.
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