Back in early September I was chilling out in the local watering hole with the resident rednecks. I had just returned from a visit in Toronto with my Million Dollar Saloon sweetie and I was feeling especially mellow. Conversation turns to the upcoming county elections. The boys tell me to run for county councilor. I use the word "fuck" in as many contexts as possible to convey my feelings about this proposition.
"Another table full of beer" I say to the biker owner of our fine drinking establishment.
A couple of rounds later the subject arises again. I use the same word again but in capital letters - "FUCK YOU".
"More beer please, Godfrey".
Do you see where this is going? It seems that sometime during that unfortunate evening I actually signed the nomination papers!!
I lived in terror for three weeks that I would be elected. I couldn't stand the tension so I left for my condo in Vancouver. I did vote for my opponent in the advance poll before I left.
Last Monday was civic election day in Alberta - my opponent creams me: I lose magnificently. I joke about this but I do take civic responsibilities seriously. Is it time for farmerart to join AA?


Well, shit! I thought I had the edit techniques figured out. I am such a useless putz. Help me out, georgmicrodong.