Haying Summer 06

Shit, but this hay making season was easy as taking the pants off a teenage St. Chrys girl. I made me a good chunk a change scrapin' back in the spring so I rented me one of them new fangled GPS satellite guided thingies that attached to the tractor and told it where to go and how fast to do it. I reckon that "GPS" must stand for "Greased Pig Shit" because my hay was done just as quick as that. I was able to get a lot accomplished as the tractor rolled around making hay all by itself. The old lady cross the street did come-a-runnin' and a hollering though when she saw that no one was ridin' it because she supposed that I'd fallen off and let it get away on me again. It took me a fair amount of splainin', cypering, yelling and drawing little doodles in the sand to tell her how this fancy GPS thing worked and in the end she still didn't get it. She left mad and scared, and kept on casting backward glances over her shoulder and vexed the driverless tractor saying that it was the work of the devil his-self. Well, I say the devil can pilot my tractor any time he wants as long as I can get good and drunk and have me a good chaw while he does it.