Howdy Y'all..I'm back from Dallas, safe..and all in one piece..go figger, WHEW!!

Well I see the state of Texas has given back them lil kids to their mothers, it's ABOUT dayymm TIME!! They took away 400 and sumpin' kids from their mama's and wuz gonna put 'em all in to Foster Homes?? GEZZ! OK, I understand they gotta protect the young'uns and I agree wif that whole-heartedly, but puttin' 'em in Foster Homes is not the answer. I say if the mama's get out and stay out of the cult religion then let 'em alone. If the mama's don't get out..then take the young'uns away for them, huh? Even a better way to handle this is to just castrate the old farts that jumped them young girls and then they could all go back to the cult. Hey, I castrate many a young steer in my time and me and 'Ol Podunk would be more'n happy to do the cuttin'. just to help the State out!!

So anyway.... I stayed with my son in Dallas for a few days over the Holiday (I guess it wuz my son?). I mean him and his wife wuz real nice to me. She likes to talk loud tho, I reckon cuz she thinks I'm deaf? I told her I wuz Older'n Hell but my hearin' wuz good..it didn't matter, she still talked loud? Also she smiled at me a lot, loved to pat me on the shoulder and wuz always sayin' "Bless Your Heart". Like the times when I tried to sneak outta the house and go to a bar or like the time when they caught me in the liquor cabinet..or when they caught me on the phone with 900-SLUTS...all she would do is smile at me and shake her head, pat me on the shoulder and say stuff like, "He don't have any idea what he's doing..Bless His Heart".

Now, they put me down stairs in my own lil room, complete with a fridge, tv and my own bathroom. It wuz really nice. I've always been a early riser, I usually get up around 6:30 AM. Every mornin' when I woke up I'd go to take a whiz and I would hear my son, (sounded like he wuz out on the upstaris balcony) doin' a Tarzan Yell! Really, I mean it sounded just like Tarzan !! Ayyy..eee..ieiie... yyy..e.. EYYYE!! You know the sound. So I'm thinkin' either he is into Yoga or sumpin' or else he's just taken care of his wife and he feels great or he just has this thing about how to greet a new day? But for whatever reason he makes this loud yell EVERY mornin'.

On my last night there him and his wife comes down stairs and he says to me, 'Pop, I usually take a shower first thing in the morning, so if you have to go to the bathroom in the morning...don't flush..ok?" And the lady says to me, "Bless His Heart."