I’ll tell you what, all y’all are really something. This is only the third issue of my little ‘ol blog and a whole bunch of you are reading it. I’m much obliged. The little fellow who says he knows everything about the Internet there is to know told me we’re getting bushel baskets full of something called hits. Now, ‘ol Abner who is me ain’t too smart about all this stuff and I thought something bad had happened. Hits is something you don’t normally think is a good thing unless you’re a doper. Anyway, the little fellow says it means that what I’m writin’ about must be something y’all want to know about.
My neighbor Clyde from the hollow came back to my house last night and got to drinking again. Y’all might remember that Clyde used to work at the FEC. They hired the boy to snoop around them scumbag politicians in Washington and he’s been telling me ‘bout good ‘ol Marshall Norris making several hundred million dollars disappear.
Well Clyde got pretty deep in the jug last night. He said this whole Avilya and FEC stuff really upset him and he got on one hell of a roll. Can you believe that this Avilya outfit set up a little company that don’t do nothing? Now why would they do that? Clyde says this little company called BLC had a bunch of money coming in and their checkbook showed none of it went out but there was nothing left in its checking account. Sounds like my damn bank.
But Clyde’s a smart guy and he found out where all the money went. I declare, it went to Prez Norris. Now this is where Clyde confused me. How in Pete’s sake could the president make that money disappear? See he was supposed to spend it to help get himself reelected but that ain’t what he spent it for. Ain’t that something?
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