Since things are starting to hop around here and I can't talk about any of it - I decided to give my alter ego Tex a chance to have some blog time. Tex - are you around?
Sure am pardner.
Dang. They finally made ENGLISH our official language. That's fine as cream gravey.
First time ah strolled into Starbucks - those flannel-mouths jest got my dander up when they started yammering about Vente something 'er other. Hey sidewinder, ah just want a heap o' coffee.
Ah'd take out some of them French words too: such as quoi-sant??? I can't pronounce it. Give it an English name such as crescent. Ah got a beauty of a crescent wrench, why do I have to call it a croissant? This is plumb local.
Ah'd rename the danged states 'n cities too. Dang it. Los Ang-o-les? Ah'd jest as well call it Angel City and be done with it.
Ah'd test those pesky Brits who claim to speak good English. Ah can't understand a dang blame thing they say.
Speak Amurican!! Dang it. Speak Amurcan - like me. And if you don't like it: hobble yer lip.
