Like An Upside Down Lawn Mower

Ramblings from a scissor-tailed flycatcher, a creature of the heartland, reporting on tornadoes, madness, & endless sky.

Barn Owl Bill

"...and then the bastard just swooped down on me like a God damn DRACULA BAT! And he was THIS CLOSE to my face, tryin' to rip my head off or somethin'. So I hit him with my guitar and jumped off the Delaware bridge to escape. Now we're the best dang friends in the WORLD."

Posted on Thursday, March 20, 2008 at 11:27AM by

Derek Doublin in Damn People |

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Get off my lawn. And please hug me. Please, please hug me. And while you're walking over here, could you make me a Cape Cod?
Thanks. You're the best. If there's no clean glasses, just pour it in a ziploc bag. Cranberry juice is in the fridge, vodka's in the bar.
All I have is Seagram's Grape Vodka. I thought I'd try something new. I kind of like it. Say... what did you say your name was again?
Petunia?