Tuesday, June 13, 2006
    
                        
			  	
    

Only a rare few have what it takes to wear the headress of the Coyote. I .... am one of those few.
That's right. I have become an official member of the Coyote Construction tribe.
Yesteday I breathed in deep of wood dust, sweat, cleaning fluids and polyerthane. Doesn't matter if I can spell it cause I'm one mean
sumbitch now.
I have dug ditches, waded thru muck and fish shit. I can spit tobaccy without ever havin chewed it. I can toss back a brew in one swalla and not throw it back up.
I ain't no mere suburban house pussy. I grunt. I belch. I fart. I....... am Coyote worthy. And I have donned the pelt, right thar on my head. Heretoforth and fortwit.....I shall be known as, Crabby Jo Bob.
I am off now to have a dead oppossum tattoo'd on my right ass cheek. But I shall return poste haste to do heavy lifting, and work with many power tools.
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 Check your shoes before you leave.
Check your shoes before you leave.
can you drink a case of beer at once too or do you still need to practice? =)