I once had a neighbor named Bob. I hadn’t thought about him in many years...You reminded me of him. He liked to run his yap-trap about knowing everything about anything.

The guy was ignorant of his own self indulgence, thinking himself important was his weakness. He drank a lot, too much really.

He would come over drunk and want to talk about why he had the answers to everything. His bs got old, just like yours.

He made one too many trips across my yard...Bob moved.

Congrats on living in a awesome State for pheasants. Your Governor, while pretty, is a smidge too skinny for my liking.

Happy New Year, Bob

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Curiosity Killed the Cat & The Prairie Dog
“Molon Labe”