Got a pot belly, It's not too big Gets in my way When I'm driving my rig
Driving this country In a big old rig Things I've seen Mean a lot
Friend has a pickup Drives his kid to school Then he takes his wife To beauty school
Now she's doin' nails Gonna get a job Got a good teacher
There's a fork in the road ahead I don't which way I'm gonna turn There's a fork in the road ahead
About this year We salute the troops They're all still there In a fucking war It's no good Whose idea was that?
I've got hope But you can't eat hope I'm not done Not giving up Not cashing in Too late
There's a bailout coming but it's not for me It's for all those creeps watching tickers on TV There's a bailout coming but it's not for me
I'm a big rock star My sales have tanked But I still got you Thanks Download this Sounds like shit
Keep on bloggin' 'Til the power goes out Your battery's dead Twist and shout
On the radio Those were the days Bring 'em back
There's a bailout coming but it's not for you It's for all those creeps hiding what they do There's a bailout coming but it's not for you Bailout coming but it's not for you
Got my flat screen Got it repo'd now They picked it up Left a hole in the wall Last Saturday Missed the Raiders game
There's a bailout coming but it's not for you There's a bailout coming but it's not for you It's for all those creeps hiding what they do
A deep freeze has gripped Junebug Holler. This means that Junior and most of the other nuts have confined their activities to the indoors. The rest of us have enjoyed the quiet. The Junebug Cafe and Internet Lounge is another matter.
The locals still gather every morning at Prudy's to discuss the news of the day. Of course, there has been much gnashing of teeth over the collapse of the mortgage, finance, and job markets. Now, I'm pretty sure that most of the loudest complainers have no mortgage, no investments, and no job. That won't stop the bitching, though.
I've been holding my own thoughts on the economy in reserve. My predictions are rather dire, and they might just push the gang right over the edge. I'll compose them for posting on this here blog, and you folks can read them in a day or two. A few of the local residents can read and will eventually find out, but they are the ones less likely to cause a panic.
I'm off to church shortly so I have to go. More Holler news coming soon!
So, who the heck is Stevie Joe? Well, for starters, I’m a damn genius, but I was not always so. I was born poor and stupid in Junebug Holler, a place so small that nobody has ever heard of it before (and we like it that way). Seeking to correct this stupidity, I embarked on a rigorous course of education.
I’ve read the Great Books and studied the world’s cultures and religions. I immersed myself in the sciences and followed history’s greatest thinkers. I took employment with a large Multi-National Corporation (MNC) so they would pay for me to travel the world and see how others lived first-hand.
I have objective proof of my mental prowess. I scored a perfect 20 out of 20 questions on the Reader’s Digest IQ test. Technically, their scoring guide said that I got one question wrong. You decide. It asked what Aristotle, Shakespeare, Locke, Voltaire, Poe, and Nietzsche all had in common. I answered that they all had an “e” in their names.
So, anyway, I’m willing to share my gift with humanity, and I offer this here blog as a vessel to carry my wisdom to the world.