Audio (MP3): 20170924 - By the name a Thelma Louise
I may need to leave the What’s Happening in Geneva Facebook group. I keep wanting to help with my web expert advice, wit, and charm. Below are two examples that I could barely resist (but did).
Hi there, I Need recommendation for washing machine fix…. thank
You’re gonna go all the way down about half a block and you’ll see a Torino with no wheels on it. Now, inside that Torino is my cousin, Jackie. Now, you tell him you my boy and that you need help, and he’ll make sure you get all the fixin’s you need.
Our first SATURDAY GOAT YOGA class at Rustic Road Farm. It was a WARM day to practice yoga. Luckily there was a light breeze helping us out. The goats may have felt the heat too as we had a few escapees in search of the opportunity to roam freely about the farm.
I had a goat once by the name a Thelma Louise. She was free roamer as well but certainly no Harvard graduate. Or a Cindy Crawford. Come around 82°F she’d stripped down to her birthday suit and twist and shimmy into that downward dog pose.
Believe you me, that was not a sight for sore eyes. I couldn’t even finish my root beer popsicle. Well, sometimes I would anyways. Ma didn’t always buy the root beer and no way I’d let that sweet sassafras slip away.
tcr! · Sep 25, 2017 at 11:45 am
Ok, after enough peer pressure I added my comment to the goat yogis.
Also, I don’t have a cousin named Jackie. That was taken almost verbatim from the scene where Clark asks for directions out of East St. Louis.