MY PUTER DESK

As you can see, I got me a fine desk to work at, but

this ol" stool is a startin' to get a bit tough to stay with.

six or seven hours a day an' it gets a bit rough for an

ol' codger to be a sittin' on. Just glad taint to fer to tha

bathroom. sometimes you go just to get off the barrel.

Tried usin' my piller on it, but I tell ya, that aint no place

to lay yore head after bein' used there all day. My ol'

buddy Jake tole me, git rid o' that stupid thang, ya aint

got no life left about ya. you don't go a huntin' no more,

you aint been to tha barn dance fer six months. git yore

self a life, a doin' somptin othern' sitin' on that dang barrel.

My good friend Zeb had a better notion, than Jake. He

wanted me to talk to his buddy, what draws pichurs of

houses fer guys to build. Ol' Zebs buddy had a great

idear fer a new setup fer the whole shbang. Well after

hockin' my ol' pickup an my ol' 12 gauge, an sellin  ol blue,

an a rentin my hoss to a city slicker to come ride now and

then, I'm a gettin' all fixed up.

Go on down to tha bottom o this page an have yore self a

gander at my new puter desk, with a phone an everthen.