Spudnuts are terrific

It is Friday night, ain't got nobody to talk to.  Ain't got nothin' but the sound of electric power lines moseying through my cortexes, all of them except the cerebellum.  That I like, cause that cortex keeps the balance aworkin'.  Sometimes, I get really dizzy-like and have to hold my hand to follow the wall.  I hate that; Dad fell against the restaurant wall as we exited,  that was after Mom died and I was visiting him.  So we went to get something good to eat, neither of us being such good chefs - Dad's specialty was scrambled eggs with bright yellow mustard straight out of the yellow plastic squirt barrel.
Tomorrow will be Saturday, in the Western Hemisphere, assuming Earth isn't flat.  Those danged Christians may just be right, though.  They have every thing figured out and they don't mess around with wishy-washy stuff like confusing data.  The Good Book has it all right there, clean and simple.  Earth was created 9:00 A.M, Monday October 23, 4004 B.C. .  In the 1600s, the extremely intelligent Irish Archbishop James Ussher took all that information about what God did right from the get-go, deerectly out of the King James rendition.  Flatness of the Earth used to have roots in that same book, I don't know why they dropped the logic, damned shame though.  It is good to keep everything simple, so much confusion out there otherwise.   It would make my head spin even without the cortex thing goin' on, from knight's Templar, or is that temple to temple?  Hell, I don't know.  I wonder if they talk about Banshees in the Bible.  Since the Irishman got the start date down so good and Banshees being Irish, I just have to make that logical connection.
I love being thoughtful like this, it just feels good to think and figure stuff out.

Banshee

I figure I ain't worth a plug nickel nor am I worth a fart in the wind anymore.

Such lovely ladies but do not mock them or they will take care of you, post hast.  I just have to keep listening to them because making fun of things makes me feel better but not as better as not having a Banshee for an enemy.
Well, I just wanted to report in and tell the lovers of Spudnuts that I feel like crap rather than fluffy, sweet and delicious like a Spudnut.

Thankee and goodnight.