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Snow, Stoplights, Airports, and Valentine's Day

That melodic tune must mean it’s time for another episode of philosophy by Markus Tenacious Noggin.

You know when I was dropped on my head by a doctor I stood right up and gave him an earful’s worth. That’s why my mother said, “Mark my words, that’s one tenacious arguer.” And so she named me -- Markus Tenacious Noggin.

MT Noggin at your service.

I don’t know what it is about that guy who is just before me here and his high-falutin’ words. I told him I should come in here and talk some common sense.

We did have a little snow today. The missus used to say it warn’t winter without some snow. I dunno, there were some crazy people drivin’ around on Sunday today way too fast, passin’ me at the stop light to get ahead ‘a me ‘cause I ain’t stoppin’ fast enough.

Where they goin’ so fast on a Sunday? Maybe they want to get there to watch the other people be late. But as the good news is now, they’re in front ‘a me and I don’t have to worry about them crashin’ into the back ‘a my truck. Yeah, that never works out well for a car.

Here’s some random topics from MT Noggin:

I been thinkin’ about them airports. I used to walk the wings on those bi-planes. You know those blimps and zeppleins. I was there when the Hindenburg exploded;

lots of fire and the smell of burnin’ rubber.

Now, you gotta take off yur shoes, yur belt, get groped, decide you like it, go back to yur car for the stuff you fergot. Get groped agin. Sit in those tiny seats next to somebody big and smelly, and get sneezed on.

Here’s my advice fer you when the uh, steward or stewardess or flight attendant, if I’m speakin’ correctly, axe you if you want a drink, ask fer the whole can. They’ll give it to yuh. Might as well git yur money’s wurth.

There is something about flying through the air without worrying about road rash at the end, but that’s another story.

Here’s some more random thoughts.

Well the legislature’s in session. Ain’t no one and no where safe when the people’s representatives start to jaw-boning.

This week is Valentine’s day. Is that the only day we say ‘et we love that special someone? All I can say is buy some chocolates and just don’t fergit to take out the garbig.

It’s elections time; all those people jaw-boning agin, trying to become the next leader of the free world -- the world’s worst job.

None of the above is winnin’ in my book, but my vote can still be bought.

This has been another set of random topics by yours truly, MT Noggin.

Just remember you heard it here first from Markus Tenacious Noggin, MT Noggin at you service, just MT most of the time.

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And little lambs eat ivy

A kid’ll eat ivy too

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