.
This might be news to most of you, but I'll admit I'm not perfect, and I don't know everything as some of you have pointed out.
I know it's hard to believe, but I did buy Cinamon Graham Crackers to make S'Mores for my grand children. And I did wash off the awning of my Wheeled Manor right in my camp out site. And, I didn't wear my seatbelt while driving in the park, and I burped and farted at least once without excusing myself afterwards. Feel better now?
So, when I unfurled the awning of the Wheeled Manor, I noticed some dirt and signs of mold on the canvass. Using a concoction of dish soap and bleach, I began cleaning it with a long handled brush and a water hose when another camp outer walked by.
The guy informed me that washing the Manor in the camp out site was improper because the suds from my concoction would leach into the soil and endanger the ecology. I gave him the "eye roll," and wished him a very nice day. He scampered off, toward the Ranger's office, where I thouht he would tell on me.
Oregon seems to be full of these pukes. Dressed in their 18-pocket shorts, and a 35 pocket vests, a canvass hat, and sandals much like Moses wore, with binoculars hanging around their necks, they wander around looking to tell on others who don't use the world as the see fit. They camp out in tents strapped to the roof of their Prius, boil the camp out site water over their open camp out fire to ensure it is sterile, while they blow their flutes to Peter, Paul, and Mary tunes. They snip their nose a the Wheeled Manors, wondering just how much fuel they guzzle. They hammer railroad spikes into trees that kill the loggers trying to harvest them. The block the harbors with their un-motorized boats to stop the salmon and crab fishermen. On and on...
Haven't they ever peed behind a tree? Where do their pee suds go? Don't they live in houses built from trees, or haven't they ever eaten fish? Sure they do, but they'll never admit it. They don't always ride bicycles and eat food from their gardens, you know. They have to go outside the box at some point. Perhaps only in the dark of night though.
Now, I'm sure some of you are offended because I assumed this fellow was one of those ecology pukes, or that I'm down on thigs like global warming and energy conservation. Well, puke you too!
I'm going to pee off the Thought Dock right now.
.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Is it that you were still drinking from last night when you wrote this or you are up early drinking today? The posted time makes that point confusing, but I think it will answer many other questions your followers will have after reading this latest post...
ReplyDelete-ap
3:28 am...you had to have been up drinking, or perhaps...pee'ing.
ReplyDeleteif you were pee'ing, you need to go to the doctor. i have seen commercials for products that will alleviate that constant urge. they have stuff for that, ya know.
if you were drinking....well that is another story. but it might be why you were up pee'ing
Check the time zone. When you're out of your zone, it's like being out of tune or having a right rear tire pressure problem. Take off the rose colored glasses first, though.
ReplyDeleteummmm...."we", you, me, aap, "we" are all in the same time zone. however, you may very well be in a warp zone. {snicker}
ReplyDeletenice try though, grandpa-d...
ReplyDeletelike many of your blogs, perhaps you should know what you're talking about BEFORE you talk about it... a mere suggestion.
-ap