For years the people of the land endured the tedious ramblings of the wicked cowboy....
And maybe it happened because (according to Kelly) there have been storms in Oklahoma...
[or was it Nebraska?... or Kansas? ... or maybe Iowa...]
I can't say for sure.
I only know that a storm blew through The House of Joy and...
Oh, The NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOEEESSS!
A linen cabinet crushed that cowboy!
When the people of the land saw that the cowboy was dead there was a great rejoicing!
The people were happy he was dead because the cowboy would drone on incessantly, saying things like,
"There's a snake in my boot!"
"You're my favorite deputy!"
The perp, who is a minor, was a bit remorseful about the whole thing.
Not to worry!
Pundit Mom said,
Hey. This is not a political blog.
This, friends, is an idiotic blog.
Last night, after The Mayor and The Rooster went to bed, K noticed Woody the Cowboy's gruesome fate and I recorded it for posterity.
Then K went to the living room to watch The Lives of Others which I had already seen.
This post is what happens when I am left alone with my blogger account, nothing to write about, my photoshop program and access to the internet.
I will say that if I had to pick a candidate tomorrow, I wouldn't be able to do it.
Perhaps a little national unity is just the thing we need... after all, there is no place like home, right?