Same ole same ole......

Venture........

Venture out.......

Songs by The Ventures, which, really ain't got nuttin' to do with this blog, then again, mebbe so....  The Pink Panther Theme... how fun is that one to hear?  And, The House of The Rising Son.....  I know, i thought it was the Animals originally, but what the hey.. .a magnificent song nonetheless. 

People, people who need people (to follow their whims, ways, 'structions.. right Babs?).. 

Folks are concerned about my palate.  I admit to being old, cranky.  As in, hey hey you you get offa my cloud.  I'll eat what I want, when I want, 'taint much of your bees wax what goes in my belly.... 

I likes what I likes.  You don't like fish?  Huh uh, i don't.  HOW DO YOU KNOW IF YOU NEVER TRIED?  I admit to being old, cranky.  As in, hey hey you you get offa my cloud.  I'll eat what I want, when I want, 'taint much of your bees wax what goes in my belly.... 

I don't think I'd ever buy a new recliner.  Nor, one'a them on Facebook that brags "no cat scratches, this is a no pet, no smoking home."  Lived in, I likes lived in.  Gimme discoloration where your fat butt (ie, my fat butt) slides in that easy chair, smokes like a fiend, cats, dogs, turtles, hamsters, whadeva...  Same way with baseball gloves, Taylor Made Golf Clubs (I don't need no stinking Pings)... town..   FRIENDS.

 Sure sure, I enjoy meeting new folks, venturing to Weston for whiskey,  Mehico for something new, and old.. Vegas for the rush.. Florida for the sun... but... whiskey will never replace Miller Lite...  Vegas is a rush, but I cannot overcome the magnetics of the ATM.. and sand gets in my buttcrack, bare feet, car, hotel room, everywhere.  Nice to visit, gimme Same Ole.

Yesterday over a hunnerd old farts, of the Sigma Nu variety, gathered for our annual golf thingy.  Thank Heaven, for little girls.  No, that ain't it.  Well, I do love me some women.  But, thank Heaven, for simple dudes.  We were, are, always will be, simple dudes.  Fun, well done, or, sung to the Rocky tune "doo doo doo doo, take me back."

36 Moss, the best six years of my life.  Same ole.  Venture out Victor.  Screw that, I'm a simpleton, and dang proud of it.  That's sophmoric Victor.  Uh huh, and, that's the way, uh huh uh huh, I like it.  Comfort.  My easy chair.  Worn on the edges.  Something about collars and cuffs never being neat.

We may gather and golf in Smithville, or, The Big E (wow they are pretty courses).. we may continue tradition of our buddy Vince reserving the back room at Cascones where we can holler too loud, return to being 20-something, laugh, cry... do 'it' (it being an age, stage in our lives and, the same ole replication last year, the year before, and again yesterday... it smells good like the Ditto Machine it is.  We don't need a hunnerd and twelve copies a second... crank that handle, bring out the laughs, the stories we've heard 97 times.. again.  Same ole same ole.  But Victor, even cod?

Even cod, patooey.  Continuing where I left off... gathering in Smithville, The Big E, Cascone's......... we always come back to Liberty to rejoice.  If you know me, that highly delights me.  I love me some Liberty.  VENTURE OUT VICTOR! HAVE YOU EVER LIVED OUTTA STATE?  Ahm no, but, have you ever ridden a geezer scooter to the oldest bar in town?  Uh huh, what i thought.  Ya might oughta try it sometime. It's fun, well done.  64068.  The sign at THE LIBERTY LANDING SHOPPING CENTER... may have electronic trouble............ light up as  BERTY         DING.  I like, scratch that, LOV,  BERTY       DING.

I don't needs to live in CA, TX, FL, CO, and don't never suggest KS.  I know 'don't never' is a double negative, but, so is Kansas, sorry, not really, tell 'em Norm!

 That about wraps is up.  I'm getting out my geezer scooter now.  Riding it to Ginger Sues, a nifty breakfast joint just off the square in Liberty.  To meet, same ole same ole 36 Moss buddies from many wrinkles ago.  That's the way, uh huh uh huy, I like it.

Victor?  Yeah?  What are you gonna eat? Jane, you ignorant blog reader, did you just get here.  Be it Hy Vee, IHop, Dennys, Perkins, Ginger Sues - it's 2 eggs, sausage PATTIES, toast (white or wheat, toast is toast), hash browns, surprise me on their crispiness.. .and water.  Water?  Uh huh. As in, hey hey you you get offa my cloud. 

You make no sense Victor.

Yeah yeah yeah, I make no cents either... but, I like me. And Liberty. And my 2002 Buick Century.  And my 36 Moss buddies, their spouses, gf's, kids, g-kids, yada.

If there are errors in this blog, srory, no spare time to peruse for erorrs.  Late for an important date.  Gotta allow time to push my geezer scooter up the hill the last little bit as I'm too fat to make it all the way. Same ole same ole. 

Love, Victurd