As I sit here trying to come up with a little tale to tell, my ignorant mind stumbled over the word tail. With that word I got to thinking how close it was to be something coming from a butt-hole. I've noticed that a good one can be used as cover for a butt-hole and all that got me wondering where and how the word tale originated. Don't know that I want to use it anymore.
A half hearted attempt to look it up gave me no help but I think it must have come from how you go about telling someone something. Once in a while you tell someone something it can be said they've been told but other times when you tell something it's gets said you told a tale.
Oh just forget it! This butt-hole is now finished with this tale-tail or whatever. I knew I was pretty well finished before I started but it's hard to stop a leak and my poor old mind is cursed with a pretty constant leak as I'm sure most of you all well know.
Four tenths inch of rain so far this morning and it looks like it might be raining on our parade to Eldon for the big bowling event that includes a bring a dish dinner with the bowling alley proprietors providing the meat.
After bowling, a long time friend of Glenda's unexpected demise has us going to the funeral home in Jeff to the visitation tonight and back for the funeral tomorrow.
You know it seems that death is always hanging around just looking for a way in. You certainly don't want to take a chance of providing that opening by being negligent in taking your prescribed medications, especially those for high blood pressure! Being negligent can increases greatly, your tale being told prematurely.
Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It's the transition that's troublesome. -Isaac Asimov
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