Sunday, January 22, 2006

A Crazy Wind

Robert stared out at a field bent in half, rubbing his jaw with a fist.
"It's a crazy wind what blew tonight." He remarked with a sigh.

"You mean the way it swirled and seemed to change direction?" Bentley asked.

"No." Robert replied. "I mean when it hit it could make a man crazy." And then for good measure he tried to eat his own sock.

"What on earth are you doing?" Bentley asked, when he noticed Robert trying to eat his own sock.

"Don't ask so many questions Bentley." Robert replied, and calmly killed him with rusty trowel.


Women you love but can't have are very much like crazy winds. They seem to swirl and change direction and often your only available reaction is an attempt to eat your own sock.

Oh yeah, and sometimes you kill people with a rusty trowel.

Latigo Flint would feel worse about killing all those people with a rusty trowel if he wasn't choking right now.

And he'd run to the woman and tell her how he felt if the wind wasn't blowing so goddamn hard.


At 3:59 AM, Blogger Peter said...

So that's where that old saying, "choking on a sock while the crazy wind blows as you're killing someone with a rusty trowel" comes from.
I've always wondered about that, and about women too.

At 7:10 AM, Blogger Helga von porno said...

When the crazy wind blows up, open up your trench coat, lean forward into the wind and fly

At 11:31 AM, Blogger hategun said...

"It's a crazy wind that blew tonight" is the first line of the greatest love song ever written, the one about how love is like a hurricane, and how it can send your heart a-spinnin', and how, if you're not careful, it can destroy your home and throw all of your belongings into the Gulf Of Mexico.

At 12:03 PM, Blogger hen said...

Wind like women and wine is by its very nature unknowable. Anyone saying different is a lying scoundrel and sleeping with your pet dog, you know, if you had one that is, then that is what they are doing - behind your back, probably.

At 12:32 PM, Blogger OldHorsetailSnake said...

I heard Kid Relish has better-tasting socks. But maybe that is only a vile rumor.

At 1:54 PM, Blogger Cindy-Lou said...

You're mean.

At 2:35 PM, Blogger Monkeypotpie said...

I don't think the wind is like a woman at all.

The wind always blows.

Thank you! I'll be here all week. Try the veal, and don't forget to tip the waitstaff!

At 12:42 AM, Blogger Latigo Flint said...

Learn something every day, huh Peter?

Hello Helga Von Porno. Been there, done that--got the bugs in my smile to prove it.

Our homes have all been destroyed Hategun, some of us just know how to spackle better than others.

Things that are by their nature unknowable turn me on Hen. I don't know why this would be, only that it is.

It certainly wouldn't be first time "Kid Relish" and "vile rumor" appeared in the same sentence Old Hoss.

Yes Cindy-Lou, sometimes I am. I think you can rest confident in the knowledge I'm going to pay dearly for it in the end, and then some.

Yeah, kinda left that back door wide open, didn't I Monkeypotpie?

At 12:46 PM, Blogger Lightning Bug's Butt said...

Sometimes I'm glad our only contact is through the Internet.


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