“WOW! In the future, can obese people still buy Krispy Kreme doughnuts? Can vegans buy ground beef? Can Republicans even shop in stores owned by Jeff Bezos?  If one eats a candy bar in the store and it never goes into the cart, what happens? Will Bezos track you down like they track those cows with Mad Cow disease? They can track the Mad Cow’s calf all the way to a stall in Venezuela. Then, the most important question of all: Even though I am debt free and bring home over $100,000 a year, can I still use my EBT card which I do not qualify for…and did not ask for…since my Governor and  PINO Biden graciously sent it to me? So many questions ???”
-Sheila Tolley-

(Not kidding about the EBT Cards…check out the link under the video. We have become a Welfare Country and sorry people, who have no morals, and do not need the cards are keeping them anyway….with this opinion….”Everyone else is keeping them, so why shouldn’t I?” God is gonna get them for that!)

“Don’t you worry now, we will just raise your school taxes to cover these EBT cards and the increase in teacher’s salaries, whether they show up to teach or not. After all..probably only half of your taxes already go to school funding…no matter if you never had children or now have Great-Grandchildren. DISGUSTING! Do you remember when Trump spoke of the illegal immigrants from Shit-Hole Countries that were coming over our southern border? Well, we are fast becoming one.”
-Sheila Tolley-

https://www.11alive.com/article/news/local/pandemic-ebt-for-georgia-students/85-ca7b6abe-c0db-4416-bad6-ce93cdb69c9b

 

 

Tony Fauci is fast becoming Meme Bait…and I LOVE it. I hope you will forward these memes to everyone on your contact list.

I OFTEN SIT AND PONDER
WHAT A GREAT WORLD THIS WOULD BE.
IF I WERE A MIGHTY DOG
AND FAUCI WERE A TREE.

-Sheila Tolley-

Busy

He’s so busy you’d think he was twins.
They’re doing a land-office business.
Busy as a one-legged man at an ass-kicking convention.
Busy as a funeral home fan in July.
Busy as a one-eyed dog in a smokehouse.
Busy as a one-armed paperhanger.
Busy as a stump-tailed bull in fly season.
Busy as a hound in flea season.
Got to slop the hogs, dig the well, and plow the south forty before breakfast.
Got to get back to my rat killing.
She’s jumping like hot grease (or water) on a skillet.
Panting like a lizard on a hot rock.
No grass growing under her feet.

Unsophisticated

Just fell off the turnip (watermelon, tater) truck.
He’s so country he thinks a seven-course meal is a possum and a six-pack.
They lived so far out in the country that the sun set between their house and town.

Capable, Experienced

She’s got some snap in her garters.
He’s got plenty of arrows in his quiver.
She’s got horse sense.
He’s got plenty of notches on his gun.
She’s a right smart windmill fixer.
He could find a whisper in a whirlwind.
There’s no slack in her rope.
He’s a three-jump cowboy.
He can ride the rough string.
If she crows, the sun is up.
This ain’t my first rodeo.

General Advice

Pigs get fat; hogs get slaughtered.
A worm is the only animal that can’t fall down.
Never sign nothing by neon.
Just because a chicken has wings don’t mean it can fly.
Keep your saddle oiled and your gun greased.
You can’t get lard unless you boil the hog.
If you cut your own firewood, it’ll warm you twice.
There’s more than one way to break a dog from sucking eggs.
Give me the bacon without the sizzle.
Don’t hang your wash on someone else’s line.
Do God’s will, whatever the hell it may be.
Lick that calf again? (Say what?)
Why shear a pig?
Don’t snap my garters.
A guilty fox hunts his own hole.
Quit hollering down the rain.
Don’t rile the wagon master.
Better to keep your mouth shut and seem a fool than to open it and remove all doubt.
The barn door’s open and the mule’s trying to run. (Your fly’s down.)
Don’t get all het up about it.
There’s a big difference between the ox and the whiffletree.
There’s no tree but bears some fruit.
Skin your own buffalo.
You better throw a sop to the dogs.
Don’t squat on your spurs.
Any mule’s tail can catch cockleburs.
A drought usually ends with a flood.
If you lie down with dogs, you get up with fleas.
A lean dog runs fast.
The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.

Celebratory

Let’s shoot out the lights.
We’ll paint the town and the front porch.
Let’s hallelujah the county.
Put the little pot in the big pot.
Throw your hat over the windmill.
I’ll be there with bells on.
I’ll wear my Sunday-go-to-meeting clothes.
He’s all gussied up.

Big

Fat as a boardinghouse cat.
Fat as a town dog.
She’s warm in winter, shady in summer.
He don’t care what you call him as long as you call him to supper.
So big he looks like he ate his brother.
So big he has to sit down in shifts.
Big as Brewster County.
Big as Dallas.
Big as a Brahma bull.
She’d rather shake than rattle.
He’s big enough to bear hunt with a branch.
He’s all spread out like a cold supper.
Wide as two ax handles.
He’ll eat anything that don’t eat him first.