JEEPFELLER and I have been talking about starting a thread where we could discuss our nonsensical BS without being accused of high jacking another thread and being told to get back on topic. This type of thread is not without precedent. We've had threads on football and hunting. This is our attempt. Improvements and suggestions are welcome.
Last night the Boss and I are having a late--by the clock--dinner at the local Chinese restaurant when my phone rings and it is the (in)famous JEEPFELLER so I ignored it. After I got home, I called him back and we had our weakly Breakfast Club meeting. Before anyone says we should have Breakfast Club meetings in the mornings let me clarify that now JEEPFELLER has accepted a position with Lowe's solving little old ladies plumbing problems--he can tell the tail of the flaming toilet seat--he goes to work sometimes at oh six hundred. I am not fit company at that time outside of deer season. There are three types of states in our great nation. We have red states, blue states, and states that have Waffle Houses where you can get a six course breakfast 24/7/365. If you don't like the color of your state move to one that has a Waffle House. Choose a home that is within five minutes of a Waffle House. With a Waffle House handy there is no restrictions as to when you have meetings.
I was glad to hear from JF. We last spoke Saturday when he told me how he managed to get a case of Montezuma's revenge in order to not go with Mrs. FELLER to her mother's to help rearrange furniture. After giving him ample time to recover she left him reposing on the throne referring to him as that part of his anatomy that was becoming inflamed--different tail he best can tell with diagrams and pictures of state troopers. I advised him to unload all weapons--especially his MA2 .50 cal--in his casa and hide the ammo and weapons in different places so that all he has to deal with is the Colt Python .357 she carries in her purse.
We did talk some Jeep giving each other advise neither will follow. Then almost in unison our wives walked in and told us to shut up, hang up, and turn on NCIS. The appropriate response was "Yes Mame!"