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FFA VI: 101 Uses for a Miniature Donkey

This summer has been pretty awesome so far. It’s been all flipcup tournaments, truck pools, and barbecue. My favorite party of the year has yet to come, and hopefully I’ll actually pull it off before we run out of summer. I’m building an enormous slip n’ slide, and to be honest… there’s absolutely nothing safe about it. A friend of mine has volunteered his farm for the project, and the slide and ramp are dead in the middle of a huuuuge hayfield. Unless you want to walk a few hundred feet every time you want a beer, it’s going to require several coolers. That’s fine.. but a pain in the ass to maintain.

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Sooooo….. that brings us to yesterday, where we were all sitting around the smoker and salivating over the idea of delicious baby back rib goodness. My friend with the farm, got a call from someone trying to unload a couple of miniature donkeys. He was a bit apprehensive at first, but after a bit of crowd persuasion…. he agreed to take them on.

You see…. we have lucked our way into a solution for our little cooler versus distance problem. I propose to you…. the minibeerdonkey. It’s as easy as a couple of 5-gallon buckets and some modified saddlebags. I’m not sure if two 5-gallon buckets full of beer are too much to load onto a single mini-donkey, but we’ve got a full size donkey for proof of concept and design scaling. The next step, and possibly the more difficult one… is training the donkeys to come when you call them. I’m sure that it’ll be a couple of weeks worth of training, but donkeys are pretty smart. I have faith in them. They will help me to realize my Utopian vision of a mobile beer cooler. I long for the day that I can stand in the middle of a field, and a single whistle will bring me two coolers full of beer. I’m so excited. Like, Jesse Spano excited.

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My Karma is Unbearable

It’s back by popular demand. I present to you all Belmont Yo’s famous bear story!

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Dogs are nonflammable…. or is it inflammable?

Kodiak Passed Out

I love my dog. He’s almost 14 years old. He’s was born in Charlottesville, while I’ve only been here about six years. He’s also a total jerk. He does things like beg to go outside at 3AM, then run to the top of the hill, turn around to look at me and bark his face off. He knows I won’t run up the hill after him, so he just bounces around going apeshit, and wakes up the neighbors. Really, he’s great.

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Secretly Y’all Podcasts

A few of our intrepid TXTNLY writers presented stories at the last Secretly Y’all at Random Row Books. There are now podcasts up for either download or online streaming. I encourage you to check them both out, as well as the whole thing the girls at Secretly Y’all are organizing. It is a very cool idea.

Belmont Yo’s bear story

Donk’s Emu story

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Meet Stumpy.

AJ Stumpy Johnson

I’d like to introduce you to my pet squirrel, AJ ‘Stumpy’ Johnson. Some of you may recognize that name as belonging to the band manager/pimp of one of my all time favorites, the 2 Skinnee J’s. The rest of you simply cannot be helped.
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The 2nd Deadliest Game

I attended college not for the traditional lessons of English, Science, Mathematics, or Business. No, I attended college almost expressly for the purpose of getting blind drunk and wasting tuition dollars. It wasn’t until the 5th or 6th time that the University asked me to leave that my parents clued in on this fact and roped my ass back home. In my brief matriculation at said University, I decided that my goal would be to spend my days processing cattle, breaking horses, and cutting the cojones off of baby pigs. Yes, I opted for the Large Animal Veterinary route. Our classes were often spent in the hot sun, being eaten alive by horseflies, and elbow deep in cattle. Literally. Up to our elbows.. in a live animal. I’ll allow your imaginations to fill in the rest of the details. Fortunately, myself and several of my classmates had a deep love for 86 cent beers and 1 dollar pizza slices. As such, we would meet hours before class to prepare ourselves for the afternoon ahead. What I’m trying to say is, we would get super drunk before heading out to the farm.

After a few years of drunkenly roping, herding, and generally molesting animals in the name of science, I felt pretty comfortable with huge farm beasts. Not only was I comfortable with the farmer’s daughters, but the horses, cattle, sheep, and pigs too.

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