Yep, I Got’s ‘Em

By bustednuckles

Da Blues.

I have been in a funk for a while now and I just can’t seem to give a flying fuck about anything.

This joint has gone to hell, I been slacking over at Fixer and Gordon’s, somebody else invited me to jump in at a new site they started and I just can’t get motivated, burn out, hit the fucking wall, I dunno.

I seriously need to muck out this fucking Rat Hole again and I could give a fuck about that too.

I don’t even catch up with my normal Blog surfing at the usual regulars.

I am due for some vacation after this next week and I am going to take it.I ain’t going any where and I ain’t doing anything, just going to vegetate.

You can expect some VERY light posting for a bit until I can shake this funk.

Thanks fer stopping by, I am through sniveling, here, enjoy a nice tune.

See ya.

8 Responses to “Yep, I Got’s ‘Em”

  1. PhysioProf Says:

    C’mon, dude! Cheer the fuck up, motherfucker!!

  2. nunya Says:

    Got a library near by? Read some silly, funny fiction, and laugh a little. It helps. :)

  3. rehctaw Says:

    “In times of dexterity like this I recall the words of the flounder founder. Ukifa Heep, when he said…”

    ah who the fuck am I kidding, I wasn’t listening. There was beer and this friendly redhead just out of the women’s prison….

    a fond memory of the wasted plains of Ioway.

  4. Suzanne Says:

    vacation? come on down for the help pack the pod party dood. sunday. f/bing ya the invite

  5. demeur Says:

    I know the feeling. Maybe we could start a new club for when that happens. Call it the Rats Ass Club (as in I don’t give a…). :-)

  6. larue Says:

    Busted, sorry for your funk. Nice clip though.
    For a deeper funk, I suggest you dig out your vinyl copy of Paul Butterfield’s Blues Band ‘East/West’ and spin ‘I’ve Got A Mind To Give Up Living’ a few times.

    Get better soon . . . and GO somewhere. Fresh. With ocean air. Spend a night sleeping on a safe beach. Eat fresh shrimp, crab and mussels and clams with butter n garlic and lemon out of a black kettle off a wood fire. Roast some cheesy garlic bread on some artisan whole grain sourdough loaf. Drink white reisling’s till yer sleepy.

    Come back soon as ya can . . . there’s a malaise in the blogosphere, it seems. Yer #2 of my favs with da funk in just a week.

  7. Kathryn in MA Says:

    yes, you must go somewhere. If your abode is getting too miserable, you will be more miserable. Ocean with ice cream cones sounds good.

  8. PhysioProf Says:

    Listen to this:

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