You guys DO understand that we’re reading other people’s PERSONAL and REAL emails here, right?
Remember MY PLAN to rid the world of misdirected emails? Every time I get something good sent to me by mistake, I’m sharing it. Right here. In a new segment called Check Your Email, Dude (CYED).
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You are now reading Episode #3 of the Jud & Bill series entitled Brotherly Love, chronicling the mundanely interesting goings-on in the daily lives of two brothers across the country from one another. For the last episode, click here.
[ Brotherly Love – Ep. 3]
7/21/11, 8:51pm
Jud,
From my vast experiences on both coasts, I am having a difficult time trying to decipher where they grow pot in California. All I see is brown mountains and sand with a few cacti thrown in. I am still waiting for rain, so I can run down to the washes (culverts) to see the water speeding by. Everyone tells me that the areas in the desert flood because the ground is so hard and also because it rains so much that the ground cannot absorb it fast enough. As for your beer making experiment, why don’t you use the pool as the main receptacle? Since Mrs. J doesn’t know where it is.
Bill
OldDogNewTits 
Mrs. J didn’t notice the pool? Sounds like we should ask HER where the cannabis is planted. Hmmmmmm? A beer pool…Sounds like something Mr. Workaholic could get into…
I just have to ask….Is this going to your TiTs email? If so, what….how……who…..which…..heh….is their email address supposed to be olddognewtots or something?
Nope. My personal email. But that’s funny. 🙂
LOL, both at the post and at the stnkyferit’s response.
Following the clues as usual, here’s what I’ve come to . The “beer pool” may be inflatable kiddie pool. He may just bring it out while she’s gone. They make those suckers so fancy now-a-days. I know ours has a dinosaur head with a volcano that is a fountain of water…or beer in his case. He can lay around and just drink from the inflatable volcano of beer all day.
Next, Mrs. J is either an animal like a pig or blind. Perhaps a blind pig. We all know that nobody wants a blind pig in the kiddie pool. They are sure to pop it or poop in it. Either case doesn’t bode well.
Also, I know the ground is hard to plant anything in where he lives, but the other option is that he could grow his special plants in his basement. Isn’t that what all other good pot heads do? That’s what heat lamps are for. (I’m just totally improvising here from what I’ve seen in movies)
In conclusion, I’m impressed with Bill’s use of the word “decipher” and his sentence structure. It’s a pleasant surprise that he is that well written with the subjects they are discussing. 😛
Truth is always way more funny than fiction! And more disturbing.
I had neighbors who made wine in their unfinished house’s Jacuzzi. No, those aren’t dark berry notes you taste…