Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Farm Pics From Merry Meredith








Thanks for the pics.


7 comments:

MerryMeredith said...

No problem! I'm going to miss you Tueting!

Artemis Entreri said...

Who's that idiot with the guitar.

Atomic Dead Head said...

AHAH! I GET THE LAST POST!

TimmyTango said...

No you don't, I do.

GiveAndySome said...

Give Andy Some!

ZealousSandy said...

Hey Tueting,
I was procrastinating my homework, as usual, and I came across this lovely piece of internet real estate. Honestly Tueting, this is monnneeeey. Heritage, not hate?! HAHAHAHAA. Anyway, I tried searching for the new blog but I couldn't find it. So here it is, post it or just look and laugh at the biggots.

Sandy the Mexican.

http://www.christianbooksandthings.net/cbtees5.htm

Also, if you have not finished your holiday shopping, here is a great idea.

http://www.ozarkcraft.net/statue.htm

russ_of_the09 said...

So I am rocking the face of an AP European Exam when I get a text message from a student of yours Tueting. She asks me if I was infact the imfamous Ghost that plagued out innocent blog last year. At first I felt insulted because all Georgians believe the Civil Wat was about states rights and I was being singled out. Sure I'm a member of the Sons of Confederacy by association, but in no way, shape, or form does this reflect my beliefs. Pope Benedict was a part of the Nazi youth as a child, but does that make him a Jew hater? Negative. Okay, probably because afterall he is Christian.....and Catholic moreover. In an attempt to squelch Tueting's false attempts at naming me Ghost, I have taken the liberty of finishing my test and angrily blogging.

To the Tuets: I am not Ghost that haunted the blog (punzies for the funzies), in fact several times last year I argued with him. If you remember back, he singled me out and addressed me in a few comments. I dont know if today you just decided to share the tale o' past blogs and bring up Ghost or if this was a personal vendetta against my nationality, rather state-uality. Believed me when I say, I ain't no Ghost. Now if you'll excuse me, I got cows to milk, cousins to kiss, and banjos to play.

Russ