I. Love. My. Job. In a demented, angry sort of way.
Today’s Exploit:
Today I was remembering some of the people I know from Louisiana. Lots of them are called Coon Asses. I’m not sure why, and I’m not sure what region contains them. But they’re funny.
I remembered Mr. Doyle’s story about beating his brother with a dead raccoon, er possum.
And the time everyone on the rig floor danced a jig when I brought food.
Also, that there are people who still name their kids things like Billy Joe. And those kids are both very sweet and a bit loco.
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