A sailor's life for me

The relatively brisk autumn air has started to roll in, so I decided that I should move out from my lakeside camp. I gave Dale and William a big Husker hug and headed south. I climbed some more mountains and lo and behold, I found the beautiful state of Georgia. It was at this moment that I realized that I was truly a man because this was the first time I have went out of state on my own. I recall the tale of sailors who would pierce his ear after crossing the equator. I felt inclined to do something equally significant, so I found the nearest body piercing shop:


Cute, huh? (me, that is!)

A little known Nebraska fact:

Our official state dance is...(drum roll please)...the square dance.

Jet Ski's and the Loch Nickajack monster

The past few days I've spent enjoying myself at the lakeside. I've never been swimming before, but it turns out I'm quite good at floating. A couple of guys named Dale and William brought out their jet skis and I sweet talked them into letting me drive for a while. As luck would have it, this wasn't such a good idea because I put a hole in the bottom of one after I ran over something. As a result, I got this great Loch Nickajack-looking photo...

Southbound

Following my escape, I headed south. After hiking several miles, I passed a sign that informed me that I was headed toward Alabama. Now, I've never been there before, but I've heard things...not good things...enough so that I didn't want to tempt fate, so I veered east toward the mountains. These particular hills looked liked boobies!!!


As I passed through the land of cleve, I came across some nice fellows (albiet with few teeth) who after introducing themselves insisted that I squeel like a pig...I don't know what that was about.

Shortly after noon on Monday, I had made my descent from the mountains and had arrived at a beautiful lake which happened to be part of the Tennessee River. I decided to set up camp here for a few days. That afternoon, I knocked all the dirt and filth off of me in the restroom of the local campground. All that cleanliness brought out the anarchy in me, so I decided to raise some hell.

and The Great Escape.

So I just escaped from the front of Jeff Youngman's car. Boy that was tough loosening those screws, not a screwdriver, much less the fingers to use one. Jeff has left for Los Angles, or the City of Angles, to see our boys the Nebraska Cornhuskers whip the shit out of Southern Cal. And to think he left ME here in Nashville. That bastard!

Now my boy Jeff tends to travel a bit (most typically without me), so I think that I'm gonna ditch this sorry excuse he calls a car and hit the road myself. So Jeff, just so you don't forget what I look like, I've included a photo of me immediately following my daring escape.

P.S. I may have to loose this sorry excuse of a licsense frame...I think he may slow me down.

Life, Liberty...