|ALWAYS SAD TO SEE OLD NEGLECTED BARNS SLOWLY SUCCUMBING TO THE ELEMENTS|
|MANY FIELDS OF CORN STUBBLE THIS MORNING|
|AND HERE'S THE BUSINESS END OF THE MACHINE TURNING RIPENED CORN FIELDS TO STUBBLE|
|THIS FARMER IS DEPLOYING HIS MACHINERY TO CHURN AND SCUFFLE UP THE CORN STUBBLE|
|GONE ARE THE TALL WILLOWY CORN STOCKS|
|WHEN CORN FROM THE COMBINES AND HOPPERS IS TRANSFERRED TO WAITING TRUCKS ON THE ROAD THERE IS OFTEN SPILLAGE SO THIS IS WHERE I SCOOP UP SOMECORN TO TAKE HOME AND FEED THE SQUIRRELS SO THEY CAN TORMENT ME TO PIECES RAIDING OUR BIRD FEEDERS|
|THE BRAZEN RED COQUEROR RESTS AMONG THE LEAVES AND STOCKS OF THE VANQUISHED|
|A COMBINE TRAVELS IN TANDEM WITH A TRACTOR TOWING A HOPPER|
|NO SIGN OF THE ONCE TALL CORN FIELD GROWING HERE|
|SAW A FEW OF THESE CURIOUS LOOKING COCOONS TODAY BUT I DON'T KNOW WHAT THEY ARE|
|THERE'S LITTLE MOLLY MUGGINS OUT THERE PUTTING UP A FEW CHRISTMAS DECOS|
|PHEEBS ASLEEP ON ONE OF HER NEW BEDS BESIDE ME IN THE SUNROOM|
|SO HERE'S MY LATEST DEFENCE SURE TO BE BREACHED PROBABLY SOMETIME SUNDAY|
::Foibles and Fumbles:: Is That A Diesel Motorcycle Sir?? the young fella at the Shell gas station asked me. Oh No now what have I gone and done!!!!:((
GROANER'S CORNER:(( The two thousand member Baptist church was filled to overflowing capacity one Sunday morning. The preacher was ready to start the sermon when two men, dressed in long black coats and black hats entered thru the rear of the church. One of the two men walked to the middle of the church while the other stayed at the back of the church. They both then reached under their coats and withdrew automatic weapons. The one in the middle announced, "Everyone willing to take a bullet for Jesus stay in your seats!" Naturally, the pews emptied, followed by the choir. The deacons ran out the door, followed by the choir director and the assistant pastor. After a few moments, there were about twenty people left sitting in the church. The preacher was holding steady in the pulpit. The men put their weapons away and said, gently, to the preacher, "All right, pastor, the hypocrites are gone now. You may begin the service."
Me: "I think I have a crush on Beyoncé..."
Her: "Whatever floats your boat."
Me: "No, that’s buoyancy."
“The company's performance was so abysmal that it quickly became the joke of Wall Street: a laughing-stock.”