blind boy grunt

i have been reading so much recently about when all will open again, when you can all head back this way. Last night i even dreamed about it. So to give you all hope, here's the tale of that dream: Ode for The Cowpoke and Jimmy 'The Kid' Cargo [ High Noon ] In the night I had a dream, it could have been a movie scene, Lockdown/shutdown had all ended, or maybe it was ending soon, in Emmy’s bar at High Noon. All the boys made their way Back to Emmy’s day by day. Some by plane or boat of course One came back upon a horse. The Cowpoke tied his nag to the nearest post, went in to see the one he loved most. In walked Sunny from Big C Cowpoke yee-hawed constantly, “Sunny dear with all accord, will you please, stroke my pork sword”, Said Sunny, with much solemnity, “But I don’t have a magnifying glass on me” “Okay then, my trouser snake? Won’t you please give it a shake?” “Cowpoke, will you never learn? It’s not a snake, it’s a worm” truth is told at high Noon, in Emmy’s bar and saloon. PD walked in quietly, but PD he was pissed, He sat down in his favourite chair, but PD went and missed, he banged his head upon the floor, but quickly smiled, when he saw: What a boon! It hadn’t hurt, he could see up Teya’s skirt! A rocket ship and two moons, and Uranus good lord i'll be in heaven soon! all on show in Emmy’s Bar and Saloon. Said Grunt to Quinn “I heard kid Cargo’s coming do you remember him?” “Surely do” Quinn replied “I think I see, that he’s just walking down soi 3.” The soi was crowded but the silence deafenin’ Kid Cargo walked so mean and threatenin’ Then, he yelled from down the street, “Cowpoke, come out from wherever you are I see your hoss outside Emmy’s bar, come face me down if you will I’m sending you to boot hill, you been a-messin’ with my Sheila you’re gonna need some kinda healer, yes, you been messin’ with my woman, for you now, armageddon’s comin’ ” He then pulled out his 11 inch Women moistened and men did flinch, The ones who saw… said: that’s peculiar! one more and he would have a ruler! “Get your cock out Poke” cried he come and fight with what you got, though folks tell me it’s not a lot” The Cowpoke heard and started quiverin’ Trying to crawl and slide and hide, Out of sight, under the pool table, But, being porky, he wasn’t able. Emmy pulled him back by the ankles, “Cowpoke something here rankles, Get out there and fight, you could win, But, just in case you don’t, please pay your check bin” A Cowgal knows which side her bread is buttered To the Cowpoke, Sunny muttered “Cowpoke you are toast Jimmy the kid I love the most”. Cowpoke blanched and said in gloom “Sunny darlin’ stop your talkin’ to my death I could be walkin’ purty soon I could be in my tomb”. So he went with great reflection To face down Cargo and his erection, but, he knew his chances zero But faced his fate with his sombrero, Emmy cried “Poke, you are my hero” So walkin’ tall to face his rival He knew it was all about survival. They came together, two deadly foes to face each other toes to toes. Cargo cried ‘you varmint! you been messing with my gal, are you confessin’? You bin doin’ sumpin’ funny with my true love Sunny. I’m a six times a day man, you know Gonna put you down as fast as you’ll go So Jimmy jerked once and then twice And then to no one’s big surprise blasted Cowpoke, right between the eyes. To calm things down at Teya’s urging, Sunny cried “Jimmy, I’m still a virgin!” BB laughed, “to be sure, to be sure, bejasus! I’ve heard that before.” Said Ciobha, hale and hearty “I’ve never seen a Cowboy bukkake party! Emmy then, realizing all her fears, “oh my god! It’s in his eyes and ears!” Running to help with a tissue to clean the mess of Cargo’s issue. “QG, you’re not looking too enticing Your head’s like a cake with melting icing, No, you’re not looking very cute, You should have worn your hazmat suit” The women cried and baby’s wailed dogs a-howled and men high-tailed, Horses neighed, people prayed chickens clucked, donkey’s brayed Woodie woodied with Sophia Said to her “I’ve missed you dear, keep your head down ,as god’s my witness When cargo fires, he don’t take prisoners, When he shoots he knows no stopping, He’s not called The Melbourne Cock for nothing.” Rom was standing next to Lily He was back here on the hunt Said Lily “please don’t talk to me Surely you know I only love Grunt?” Chester arrived from his Laundromat next to Sara the kitten he sat' He took one look at QG Jeez! someone’s fed me L.S.D! They all knew it had gone too far, outside Emmy’s Saloon and Bar. Sunny fell and tore her dress Pleading for some understanding, Jimmy you are too demanding! Jimmy smiled, “I do confess, I’m going to sort out this mess, no-one mess’s with Kid Cargo, specially not that cowpoke desperado. All were hoping things didn’t worsen soon In Emmy’s bar and Saloon. The audience they all applauded, Curiosity, had been rewarded, Kid cargo sat down near a stranger “Don’t worry friend, no danger now it’s true, Are you okay? And who are you?” The stranger said “my name is Seven, and I’m fine, but could be finer I’m just booking my next holiday in China. In came Big Al from Normandy, appearing quite mysteriously. Zoot Alors! Mon Ami! Something is happening here I see.. Is it to do with my girl Sunny? And why is that man’s head all runny? Jimmy thought ‘this is strange’ He’s like a walking mountain range “Hi Big Al have we met before? And who are you looking for? If you are seeking Jimmy ‘the Kid’ He’s over there, that’s where he is I wouldn’t like you to be disappointed” And To Big Tel, he pointed. The cowpoke walked back inside to hide Muttering to himself a prayer, enough gun play now - I’ll barfine teya! “Surely pard “she said ‘your gun is empty? ‘shucks gal, I still have plenty, then walkin’out with a full sack He shot Kid Cargo in the back. It seemed right then to me, that it had ended honourably None had lost and none did win Grunt then said to Quinn “I’m going back home Maybe write a song or poem” Quinn replied, “yes do it soon you write the words I’ll write the tune, Why don’t you call it ‘High Noon down in Emmys bar and saloon’ “ So well I guess, in fact confess This poem could be seen as detrimental But that’s really inconsequential for any resemblance to anyone alive or dead, or Quietguy, is purely coincidental. He lived to fight another day So that’s all that’s left to say, This dream was told with great precision so, it is your decision, was it a dream? Or a vision?

i only scanned it in Quinn. Must admit though that i have my suspicions about it. A not very good attempt by the perp to disguise his identity i think. i won't name names... what do you think QG?

it's spooky how you just happened to post that Seven. Here's one i was offered in Jomty this morning.. whether it's fake or not, i don't know. No idea who is trying to sell them. Evidently all one has to do is print and write your name in the space provided, then laminate. Sorted!

now that is scary.......

i wanted a wig not a crash helmet!

no QG. i prefer veggy when i can but can't say 100% vegetarian. Wish i could.

remember you have promised me the black wig Emmy.... leave it to Quinn please QG!

jeez! sorry i asked! i know BLT though.. but never understand how people can eat bacon with lettuce. Not to be sounding anti-bacon or lettuce of course.

serious question PD... what does LGB and LGBT mean?

wow Quinn! how did ya know? i bought a veggie burger from 7-11 today... spooky!

here ya go Jimmy...quinns map, the start of dongtan beach

i haven't seen the vid Jimmy but pretty sure that Quinn is saying the very start of Dongtan beach, just after where Jomty beach road bends to the right to head up to the statue.

great...you can have a meet and Greet! Hopefully there will be loads of them. Big Al Breizh, yours was posponed twice mon ami... we are still hoping to get you!

welcome to Emmy's club BM Master 121t. Thanks for joining. Sorry it's all a little quiet at the moment.. bars shut and all that.

you are welcome Jimmy, possibly the first and last vlog i have or will ever post.... unless someone makes one of all vloggers lined up against a wall and shot... and then thrown on a funeral pyre . just sayin...

at last! some intelligence from a Pattaya 'news'paper. if course it's not enforcable.. just be wary if a cop walks towards you carrying 3 or 4 empty plastic bags.

you'll never recognise 'em ! Could be The Supremes or Pussycat Dolls? okay... maybe not the Supremes....

, you know what i would do with masks Seven... have you found me an apartment in Sweden yet?

unfortunately not!.....

Jimmy asked me to post this as he was having problems doing so. so Jimmy...done as requested.... good god...i'm feeling Duke-ish! ted!

don't most Australians do that naturally anyway?

another stupid rule thought up by a stupid man. But Quinn... a chance for you to make a bit of money... dodgy certificates!

well yes QG... not sure in which Navy yet. i will of course diligently carry out my seafaring duties, but i'm hoping it's the Swiss Navy, i confess i know sod all about boaty things. What about you QG, you are a rear Admiral too... you gonna blockade Sweden or wherever?

well now! you know sumpin' QG?... that has always been my problem. People wanting me to do the right thing... in their opinion. All through school, reform school, jesuit training college, Prison, The Army, people have always told me what to do. it is only now that i have founded my own church that i have found peace. Only god tells me what to do. He's speaking to me now. Lily! where are you, come here!

okay... i was wrong!