Howdy, howdy folks. Gabby Graywhiskers here. Well dagnabbit, Larry’s done gone and did it. As y’all know he’s been threatening to hitch a slow boat to the Mediterranean island of Gonstagos and live in the cliff-side caves with the monks. YessirreeBob, he’s gone. Took a toothbrush, a stick of Old Spice, and his computer.
I asked about clothes and he says, “Don’t need clothes. The monks will fix me up with robes and if the cliff-side idea don’t work, there’s a nudist camp nearby.”
Guess good ole Larry’s got his bases covered. I says to him, “What’s the computer for, Larry?”
He looked at me with that condescending sneer of his and barked, “How in hell would I keep in touch with my WordPress friends, Gabby? Huh?”
So, I’m supposing when he gets there and settles into his new digs, he’ll write a post once in awhile. But, for now I’m your main man. I am the voice of LarryPaulBrown. Maybe I should change the name, whaddyathink? Something classy like “PrimeTimeGabby” or maybe “GabbySpeak”? Oh no, I’ve got it! “Gabby’sPerfectStorm.”
I can hear y’all asking, “Gabby, what will you talk about?”
My wise old grandpappy always said, “Never talk religion, sex, and politics with neighbors you want to keep as friends.”
Well, when I stuck my Hillary signs in the front yard back in 2016, my neighbors called me a godless, dickless, flaming Democrat. Grandpappy was right. They should never have talked that way. YessireeBob, we’re gonna talk religion, sex, and politics everyday just to piss ’em off.