Is this stuff comin' thru? Howdy Y'all. This is my first (and prolly last) Bloggin' attempt. I'm a 96 years old, pizzed at the world, onery old Fart in TX in the "Y'all Come Back Saloon Rest Home"..yeah right, REST HOME! More like a cage for the rotting and stinky! Anyway, I dunno how long I'll be able to talk, Nurse Cratchett is comin' around with a double handful of suppositories to make us crap, and I'm gonna hide in the broom closet til she's gone. We have Muffins for breakfast, boiled eggs for lunch and cabbage with beans for supper and they're worried about us takin' a dump? GEEZ!! Any way, when she gets thru with everybody and figgers out she's got one pill left, She'll ask "who didn't get their medication?" Old Lamar (the only gay here) will raise his hand for sure..with a big smile on his face!! OK, headed to the closet now..think I'll take a leak on the mops while I'm in there? C'ya