Bull Sheet three
15/08/06 22:17
Due to technical difficulties good ol' B.S. will not be printed this time. We have a treat for you in this issue. No Muzak in this city paper. Instead, this is the writing debut of Willy. No, not Willy Herbort, Willy Smallwood. Read as Willy attempts to juggle words, sentences and phrases, while trying to make sense. Here is a person who needs no introduction, but we gave him one anyway.
Well, enough of that. I suppose you've all figured out that Iam the guest host for this publication. The reason that Dad is not writing in the Bull Sheet is because he is snowed under again. Bill Smallwood is now in the other room buried under receipts, tax forms, and all that jazz. By the way folks, I am writing this on the 15th of April. Anyway, I have some time while Dad doesn't. I thought somebody ought to get the B.S. flying again.
NOW ON TO THE LATEST BANKER SMITH CITY NEWS
Tuesday, dust storm smothers B.S., Texas.
A 10:00 Monday night San Antonio news broadcast said," A little dust is headed our way." Well we live on a hill top and we are 70 miles from San Antonio. Around 12:00 noon Dad shouted from outside, "hey, come out here and look at this." He then added another one of his profound statements, " I see that Midland has arrived." Midland is mostly a little over 200 miles from here, but every spring they ship us several acres by air. We spent about 15 minutes standing outside with our mouths open, saying "wow" and trying to find the sun. Then we finally noticed that we had a good amount of Midland real estate in our respiratory systems.
Later that evening, the residents of urban Banker Smith, dug their way out of the sand dune that was once B.S., TX.
This June, Bill and I are going to the Philmont Scout Ranch in New Mexico. What we will be doing there will be hiking and camping in the mountains for 12 days. On June 13th we leave for Philmont in our wonder bus (it's a wonder that it's still running) with 16 Boy Scouts and 4 adult leaders. By the way the 4 adult leaders will have their way paid by us poor over-taxed scouts. Oh well, anything could happen on this trip. Who knows? We scouts might just kick the adults off the bus and head for Las Vegas, Nevada. I can see it now on a book cover, "Mutiny on the Bus", by William D. Smallwood.
See you at the Rocky Mountain Oyster Fry.
W.D.S.
Well, enough of that. I suppose you've all figured out that Iam the guest host for this publication. The reason that Dad is not writing in the Bull Sheet is because he is snowed under again. Bill Smallwood is now in the other room buried under receipts, tax forms, and all that jazz. By the way folks, I am writing this on the 15th of April. Anyway, I have some time while Dad doesn't. I thought somebody ought to get the B.S. flying again.
NOW ON TO THE LATEST BANKER SMITH CITY NEWS
Tuesday, dust storm smothers B.S., Texas.
A 10:00 Monday night San Antonio news broadcast said," A little dust is headed our way." Well we live on a hill top and we are 70 miles from San Antonio. Around 12:00 noon Dad shouted from outside, "hey, come out here and look at this." He then added another one of his profound statements, " I see that Midland has arrived." Midland is mostly a little over 200 miles from here, but every spring they ship us several acres by air. We spent about 15 minutes standing outside with our mouths open, saying "wow" and trying to find the sun. Then we finally noticed that we had a good amount of Midland real estate in our respiratory systems.
Later that evening, the residents of urban Banker Smith, dug their way out of the sand dune that was once B.S., TX.
This June, Bill and I are going to the Philmont Scout Ranch in New Mexico. What we will be doing there will be hiking and camping in the mountains for 12 days. On June 13th we leave for Philmont in our wonder bus (it's a wonder that it's still running) with 16 Boy Scouts and 4 adult leaders. By the way the 4 adult leaders will have their way paid by us poor over-taxed scouts. Oh well, anything could happen on this trip. Who knows? We scouts might just kick the adults off the bus and head for Las Vegas, Nevada. I can see it now on a book cover, "Mutiny on the Bus", by William D. Smallwood.
See you at the Rocky Mountain Oyster Fry.
W.D.S.