JONO

Just between us and the chickens, there is an esoteric society of folks with a warped sense of humor ("warpees") hovering mostly underground, but occasionally bustin' into uncontrollable fits of gut splittin' public laughter at the absolute most inappropriate times imaginable?

Daddy (Gene) was a "warpee". Gene spent his entire existence with no care for conventional fashion, rules, or common sensibility. He said whatever he was thinking in any venue....and certainly often offended many.....but due to obvious genetic influences, the ranch hand usually busted out laughin' during those same "inappropriate" circumstances?

Now "laughing" ain't no bad thing. Well...at least not if it ain't in a movie theater during a scene when no one else laughs...or in the middle of a wedding...or...well heck, at a funeral.

Confession time: Me and Gene done all them things???? Ain't proud of it, but a "warpee" got no control sometimes?

Me and Dad went to the backyard wedding of a valued family member once upon a time. Due the abundance of mass (AKA "lardass" present in the females of the wedding party) (and their high heel shoes), them puppies was continuously spiking them heel nails in the turf plumb to paydirt and near fallin' over... (like me and Dad?)....we was chokin', red-faced, tear stained, and near aspyxiation before them "I do's" was spoke?????

Gene was the caretaker at a country cemetery. We was there to "clean up" after a funeral. As the solemnity of the service waned, two elderly matrons approached and asked if we thought the rose bushes they brought to plant at the grave site would grow. Dad knew that plants would greatly add to his burden of cemetary care and thus sadly intoned, "No ma'am, rose bushes never grow here.". The octogenerians steadfastly forged forward and planted them anywho. After all departed, Dad (the original "warpee") remarked as he was spraying Roundup herbicide on the roses, "Hell, I tole 'em these wouldn't grow here!" (and yours truly bout rolled on the ground guffawing!!!!)

Well hallelujah and pass the biscuits....the apple don't fall far from the tree. Brother JRM was renowned during his life (and celebrated at his passing) for being a lifelong "warpee". Ole JRM said more funny stuff bout life, neighbors (Mr. and Mrs "P"???), friends, family, and all manner of stuff than Methusala could ever have imagined.

Which brings us, sports fans, to the official "honoree" of this humble blog space: JONO.

Jono recently "came out of the closet" and confessed to being the DNA "warpee" clone of her beloved Dad, JRM. Welcome to our esteemed "club" gorgeous gal cuzin....you, me.... we is in fine company....on earth, and in heaven!!!!!!!!