The Blog of an Old Cantankerous Doc

I Know you want to LISTEN to me. I am an Old Doctor from the 40's who nearly had dirigeable land on his NUdist Colony. You heard of it, the HINDENBURG. Those darn moonshining Baptists, shot that damn thing thinking it was revenue agents. Why... Just come and hear me rant, you sour porcupine in June!

Name:Chris Dowgin
Location:Salem, Ma

I am a life Coach who travels where ever help is needed doing private consultations, lectures, continuing education classes, and college courses. Just some one who would like a better fun world and wishes you all quit your work ahaolic habits and hang out and have some fun with me. God damn it!

Saturday, December 31, 2005

New Years and Too cold for Nudists!

It
is New Years once again, Gosh darn
almighty! The colny is quiet. I could not get the chapter of the polar bear
club to go without skivies. So we are in the time we, yes
the wife and me, don clothing once
more. The local brethren of these pines will be down at the local
fire hall. Harry Wright has been seen donating
the bathtub gin once more, making it truly a fire
hall. Some say the only reason he was elected mayor was that every one is related
to him. But even at that, it would of meant nothing without the
hootch
. Hopefully this year they do not cut
a hole in my fence and let their dogs poop on my door step
or place my own honey pot there
!


 

Thursday, December 01, 2005

The Rants of an Old Cantankerous Doctor

Yep it has been another trying
day with these Baptist. Not one person knows how to play a good
game of Chess or Whist.
Damn if I could remeber, how
to spell
that cantangerat word! But anyway, they only know how to play checkers. How
brain less is that
!
I am spending so much time over Mrs. White's Blueberry cultivation center, that
the misses is getting a little bit concern! It Irks her, I go
so much. But it is the only stimulating thing besides watching the damn mold
form west side of the tree. Gosh Darn is west or
north
!!!! By the way, I just found out that pictures can wrap in these
blimey pages,


Hey Haha!
Goshes be a live! I
ain't dead yet!
Just takes time for the light to break
on Marblehead
. I get a laugh out of that new one, I just had
a friend from Boston visit , .....yeah well go
sit on a sour porcupine in June!!


Speaking of which, we
had a newcomer to our colony today, yep I got another one. They always
come daily in the heat of the summer, they drop their draws and fold their shirt
so James can bring them to their rooms. Ah that holy is so inviting, so beautiful.
The sidewalk leads right to it. Right before the blueberry patch.


Right, Blueberries!
Mrs. White is gathering the finest blue berries of the Pines.
Those happless Pineys just bring her everything from the finest
seeds, cuttings, and bushes so she can do some Frankenstein genetic manipulation
on them. Ah Ha!!


But
I have been keeping from her a secret, I am growing 20 foot tall Huckleberry
bushes, no trees right in the swamp.


Gosh darn those deer,
i got to wrap up the whole patch in fencing and cement. Even had to
install a frame and door with two steps down to get in. But she has never seen
anything like these berries, quarter size!
And Lushous, now you do not go and tell her. My Wife takes great pride in them
cultivations of hers.


Tell you a littlesecret, the misses is a little bit jealous of that old
hag. Oh but it gets her spirit up after the candles are blown out, if you get
where I am coming from... But those trees.


So
the newcomers
always head right for
the arch cut out in that cropping of five large holly trees. I keep it like
an Igloo of branches and leaves, they just walk right in and see the metal ring
around the base. The hole dug out so they can swing their legs. The temperture
drops 10 degrees in there and I can always here the sighbefore they sit down
and scream bloody murder. Have you ever sat with your dairy air exposed to rough
dried out serated holy leaves before. I hope you do not!
Unless
you come to my resort and happen to forget.......


But
needless to say, even when it gets boring watching the mold grow on the stares
of those baptist peeking through my fence. There is always something to give
you a jolt, by watching them bolt.