Where Are You Continues, Again.....

Seagulls know me. They have telepathy and can speak across inter dimensional space. They always ask me for beef jerky or to use my cell phone. Bob is my favorite. That was Barbara on my truck. She told me Bob missed me at home.

I may have stayed up too late.

Oh no my toaster is ringing. It must be Winston Churchill. He owes me peanut butter.

Mine mine mine mine mine mine. Nemo.

 

When I go to the beach, I carry some gravel in my pocket. So I can throw rocks at the people feeding the seagulls.

 

Sadly...this made me laugh my ### off, and I’m still laughing at what I wrote. It’s the sign of a demented mind to laugh at one’s own jokes.

 

Maybe that's why when I look back on my life all I can do is Laugh.

 

A previous short lived business venture of mine was called "The Fourth Dementia"......

 

Where am I? Why I'm on TTR, and it's one of those days! So I'm right here:

 

Ha!

Made me think of Buckaroo Bonzai...

 

It’s why you’re so cultured.

Where you at? At home or running freight?

 

“The best thing about beating your head against the wall is when you stop.”

I’m going to try stopping someday. Not today, tomorrow doesn’t look good either.