Non Sequitur by Wiley Miller for May 06, 2018

You’re losing her, Eddie. You better have some Wiley Bears in that story you’re telling.

Run, while you sill can.

Answer: They’re in Prickly City!

The Roadrunner and Wile E. Coyote territory.

Eddie’s stories are worthy of monumental valley.

Meanwhile, the guy was looking at Eddie saying That pawh guy, driftin’ awound in his boat when he could be ridin’ a mowah.

Man, can Captain Eddie spin some yarns! This is why he will never enter the Kingdom of Heaven!

Mowah on the Mesah.

He’s got a real future as a White House press secretary.

With all the tall tales he his telling, how come he is the smallest person in the room?

“Theah I was…” an invitation to a remarkable story if you’ve got the time.

cabalonrye: capt. eddie is drawn that way…

Capt. Eddie must have taken a left turn at Albuquerque.

Jeez, there ought to be a wiki entry for “great boat lifter” by now. C’mon readers, Eddie expects you to have his back.

Actually, I imagine the maintenance on a house boat or similar residence to be terribly expensive. A boat owner once told me that it’s a hole in the water you throw money into.

Mow mow mow your boat, gently down the meme, merrily merrily merrily merrily life is but a dream.

The guy mowing his lawn isn’t that much different from the idiots growing lawns in the desert. Or golf courses; I’m looking at you, Palm Springs.

That’s a Packer fan on that theah mowa!

“Bizzah” took me a second, but I didn’t have to call in a translator.

The reference to “the second wahst nawr-eastah I evah sawr” is of course a subtle hint that there’s another tale to be told about the very worst. Come on, admit it, you’re just dying to ask, too, aren’t you?

The Earth is harvested (Revelation 14:14-20).

Chapter 15

John writes of Seven Angels with Seven plagues, whose plagues are the last plagues to come – ever. He states that until their plagues are complete no one can enter the temple of God in heaven. In the following chapter, the seven final plagues are written in detail.

Wish my cat was like Captain Eddie’s – always watching my ‘six.’ (Watching my back.)

Before we get carried away – how did he get the mower up there in the first place? Willing suspension of disbelief?

I LOVE Captain Eddie’s stories!