Not the best of weeks; Pop hasn't been doing very well and Dink has been "vomicking" so they have needed a lot of TLC....Terri's Loving Care. She's well on her way to getting those angel wings and living in the mansion on the streets lined with gold; she really earned her stripes this week.
In Houston this past week; after work Tuesday afternoon I went to Galveston to see Ricky Sykes. We couldn't hook up but he told me where to go; the destruction from last fall's storms was unbelievable. Sorry, didn't have the camera.
Several years ago (I'm guessing 2001) we went fishing with one of the Fishin Optishin's neighbors, a young man named Joe who was a pioneer in the grilling practice of roasting a whole chicken with a beer can inserted into it's cavity. As Joe was well versed in this art, Fishin nicknamed him Beer In The Butt. Beer In The Butt is a psychiatrist, or psychologist, or maybe he's a plain old psycho, but anyway being a professional he was embarrassed that in each of Fishin's online photo albums he was referred to as Beer In The Butt. He claimed it made his face turn red, I would think other parts of the body would be a little aggravated also.
Since Fishin was his neighbor and friend he immediately ceased calling Joe by the nickname of Beer In The Butt; and instead started referring to him by his new nickname, Jo Jo the Dog-Faced Monkey Boy. I always wondered what happened to Jo Jo, and then I saw this sign this morning; welcome home Jo Jo; and remember it doesn't pay to screw with the Fishin Optishin!
In Houston this past week; after work Tuesday afternoon I went to Galveston to see Ricky Sykes. We couldn't hook up but he told me where to go; the destruction from last fall's storms was unbelievable. Sorry, didn't have the camera.
Several years ago (I'm guessing 2001) we went fishing with one of the Fishin Optishin's neighbors, a young man named Joe who was a pioneer in the grilling practice of roasting a whole chicken with a beer can inserted into it's cavity. As Joe was well versed in this art, Fishin nicknamed him Beer In The Butt. Beer In The Butt is a psychiatrist, or psychologist, or maybe he's a plain old psycho, but anyway being a professional he was embarrassed that in each of Fishin's online photo albums he was referred to as Beer In The Butt. He claimed it made his face turn red, I would think other parts of the body would be a little aggravated also.
Since Fishin was his neighbor and friend he immediately ceased calling Joe by the nickname of Beer In The Butt; and instead started referring to him by his new nickname, Jo Jo the Dog-Faced Monkey Boy. I always wondered what happened to Jo Jo, and then I saw this sign this morning; welcome home Jo Jo; and remember it doesn't pay to screw with the Fishin Optishin!
