HE'S BAAAAAAAAAAAACK!

Yes,folks, he's back ..ole Sooner has returned..For you new folks who aren't acquainted with Sooner, you don't know what you missed. Before we all came here to Blogspot.com we were at another blogging place and me and Sooner and Babs, and several others got tossed off for one thing or another. Sooner and I got thrown off for saying fuck all the time. My last post there was "Adios Mother Fuckers."...Good times..ha.. Sooner had several blogs, one having to do with moneys, guns and porn..he also had a cyber bar Called Sooner's I think..forget the name..It eventually became an entire cyber town ..I ran the Blue Bell Ice Cream Parlor. It was so much fun..every Friday night....I didn't get to participate too much as I didn't have a home computer then and did my blogging from the library and we were closed on Friday. But I would come in on Saturday morning and read all about what had gone on and would giggle and laugh so hard ole Henrietta would shush me and give me the 'look'...Anyhow...he's going to be doing some posts here under the title of Sooner Tales...this is the first one..More to let you know him and what he's about. He is also one of my favorite people in the entire world..Even came to West for a visit and I took him all over town so he could meet all the people I had been posted about. Then we went to Strickly Country(which was called Coyote Bob's then) and he drank beer and I had Dr Pepper and we sat and bull shat and said fuck a lot. Was a great day. So.....here's Sooner:
SOONER TALES
I am so glad to have a forum provided by Jackiesue to offend and horrify all those that frequent her blog,.. after all, I was kicked off of a blog for cussing when I had been forewarned in most ominous tones, but being the jackass that I am I committed INTERNET SUICIDE.
So, with that being said, I will touch on just a few bases here, first :
The State of my State.
I live in Oklahoma, so therefore by genetic design (inbreeding) I am a sports freak, whether it be ball (various, doesn't matter), shootin' (various), and anything even remotely related to sports, because there is nothing else to friggin' do in Oklahoma other than stare at people staring at you.

Now we got our fishin', and we got work, and we got paying bills and church and kids and bills and weather and sports and bills, but we have a work ethic and we are soooo conservative that we will be ok through the crisis with our economy, because we will just not spend any money on anything other that what is absolutely necessary, because we (like most of our country) are learning how to eat pinto beans and ramen noodles, the "DOLLAR STORE" is our new Walmart.
With that being spewed, I am thankful that I live here where property values are steady and layoffs are at a minimum,
we are lucky to have natural gas and water, but I am worried about our nation, I cannot bear to think that people go hungry and people lose their life savings due to the arrogance and ignorance of those that run the stock market and our government. The world's economy suffers from "their" crimes.
So, I am declaring a sovereign state on my property in Oklahoma, it is one-sixth of a block and I will name it "Penis Colony". It won't really make anything any better as far as "the big picture" goes, but I might be able to start a cult or something, they do it in Texas if I remember correctly. I am sure it will end in a big fire and ATF and FBI involvement.
At least my friends will have something to watch on TV.
Chokelahoma
We done went and got us an N.B.A. team, and we are damn near like the character that Steve Martin played in the jerk, we got a phone and we are "somebody". In all reality, when people laugh about "Chokelahoma" as they live their various lives in busier locales, I am glad that I do not don a subway or a bus to get to work nor do I sit in traffic for 2 hours a day. I get pissed when bugs hit my vehicle and I count roadkill on my way to work.
I love my mundane life, and I am sure that the taxes I pay will see to it that some crackhead can pay his track phone bill to bring sunshine and happiness to the low income housing project nearest you. It is the least that I can do.
ABOUT BLOGGING
I was a blog addict. At one point I had 4 of them. I was strung out on it, obsessed....deranged, well, that's a given, but my ex thought I was addicted to porn or was in chat groups...
Nope, just blogging...even at work...ran a virtual bar online for Christ's sake!
Too much...now when I got something to say, I can do it on my terms, but I do miss my old friends, a lot of them from Blogster and Blogspot/Blogger, never really got into My Space or Face book on any of the myriad of others that are out there, I just don't really have that much to say anymore that would not be just pure bullshit or crap that is constantly re-hashed.
To be original, you must be yourself, and "me" is a sick and twisted mess of random thoughts, sorta like the animated series on Toon called Robot Chicken. I can see a cabinet meeting at the White house turn into a crack party while Obama is at the Vatican. I can see Cheney 'naked' blowing people away in a church with a shotgun as he screams " spend your money on GOD liberal a-holes!", .... but I cannot see why some are forced to watch "The View" or risk being subjected to anything pertaining to Ann Coulter. This is worse than aids or the Ebola virus for the ill or elderly or handicapped, it infects the ones that cannot run or hide, those that are forced to at least listen to it. This is a fatal blow to those poor souls, they are fucked up like a shitty soup sandwich.
And on a personal note, in my opinion Coulter could be a sign of the Antichrist. I do not have definite proof yet, but Geraldo is working on it. I have persuaded him to avoid gangster vaults until next year, he is dedicated to the story and will emerge from deep undercover for his expose' in 2012, when all time will end according the the Mayans. What do those fuckers know, they are gone and we are here, just because they got "tired" or some shit and their calender "ran out" doesn't mean I am going to go into a bunker on 01/01/12, I got shit to do, damn it.
I need to talk about Dallas Cowboys football, China, Iran, mass murderers, fucking squirrels, ice and snow, earthquakes, NASA, our postal service and lots of other crap, but I ain't got the time.
SOONER BORN AND SOONER BRED, AND WHEN I DIE I'M SOONER DEAD,