SNAGLEY snagley SNAGLEY or (TRI SNAG)

sorry folks i just dont have it in me
all three of my kids have walking pneumonia
My wife is still barfing left and right and her kidney stone is acting up.
I have a sinus infection that i cant shake and am working 11 hours a day.
I cant think of anything to post and if i did i dont know if i could work up enough energy to post it.
I will try again monday.

Snagley out.

Is it about time or what.
Justice.


Snagley out.

I know that most of you dont give a rats rectum about this but.

it still boggles min mind that every one of the globs in this picture represent over 10 billion stars, or 10,000,000,000 stars.

That is a heck of a lot of stars.

that does not include planets or moons. many of these stars have their own solar system. and many of the stars dwarf our own sun which is profoundly large compared to our larges planet jupiter which makes earth look like a pea.

If we could travel at the speed of light on the star ship enterprise it would take us 13,000,000,000 years more or less to reach the edge of what we can see with hubble.

Just a reminder that we are much smaller than we think.

of course we are also much larger than we think.

Snagley out.

These pictures are of the garden and the chickens. These pictures are about a month old.

the second picture is the chickens the rooster and my shadow.

the third picture is of the afore blogged fuzzy britches, the blind hen in her personal pen.

for the record the picture was taken during construction and the glass and the other garbage on the ground is not typical of Snagley farms.

As some of you know I am going to Pawley’s island next month.
It will be the first time my family will have taken a weeks vacation together ever.
I have taken weeks off from work but unusually I have worked at home.
The kids were beginning to believe that the beach did not exist. So they will not know for sure. I plan to fish until I have to be revived to consciousness.

When at the beach I like to fish a lot. Like 20 hours per day. My record is 57 hours on a pier without leaving the pier for any reason. I like to smoke a good cigar. The kind that you can smoke for at least 4 hours. It keeps away unwanted nincompoops who want to talk about their recent hemorrhoid procedure. Have you even noticed that when you are fishing in public there is always somebody who figures that if you are fishing on a pier you must want to listen to them talk. They talk about the most inane things, I swear that summer before last I had a guy try to sign me up for Amway while I was trying to fish. I told him that the reason I smoke cigars while fishing during my vacation is to keep away thieves, lawyers and Amway salespeople, he did not take the news well.

My wife is still sick barfing daily. Her kidney stone must have passed. All she seems to be able to eat and keep down is baked potatoes so I am going to buy some stock in a potato farm in Idaho.

Chuck wants me to build him a mailbox post, he is in one of those communities where everyone has the same mailbox post, so he cannot just duct tape one to a tree. He is going to bring me the wood assuming he gets a break from work and I will put it together for him.

My Son #2 found a box turtle yesterday and wants to keep it. I told him that the turtle would not be happy living in a box. But he is heart broken about putting it back. He is afraid the cats will kill it. I told him that wont happen but he is 6.

My passenger side rear view mirror fell off of my truck, I don’t know if anyone is interested in that but it is causing me great distress.

Needless to say I am hurting for material.

thanks for the jokes.
I smiled at some and chorteled at others.

Where does a general keep his armies



Up his sleevies


Snagley out

I am so sorry.

The old man had gone 82 days without a laugh.
But he had sworn that when he did laugh that he would laugh well and true and honorably.
The boy came by and said, “old man lets go to the comedy club, Gallagher is there tonight and that sledge-o-matic is always good for a few laughs.
The old man answered “no, Gallagher only brings up a few guffaws from the depths and guffaws are not honorable”. “It reminds me of the time I arm wrestled a large man in Thailand for 3 days without rest. That did not provide laughs either only grunts and strains, although it was done well and true and honorably”
The boy tried to goose the old man’s ribs to cause a laugh, the old man responded by falling asleep.
The boy belonged to a local comedy club and laughed regularly. His father did not like him hanging around the old man, bad juju. You could end up not laughing for more than 82 days.
But the boy liked the old man, the old man had once been known to belly laugh deeply and truly, but he had dropped a blue marlin on his foot and has not laughed since,
The boy decided to cause the old man laughter today. He painted the old mans feet blue, as he slept, then he fastened to his chest two large shells he found on the beach. Then using a sharpie marker he wrote, “Want to dance with a blue footed booby”.
When the old man awoke he did not notice the new accessories but went to drink his coffee at the local café so adorned.
This caused much laughter, some of which was the old mans.
He had gone 82 days without a laugh.

I need a good laugh.
I am going through a rough time right now. I don’t want to whine so I will not elaborate.
We are going to have a contest to either make Bo Snagley laugh or just feel good.
I could use any form of encouragement at this point.
FYI wife and kids are ok; Dads eyes are probably going to outlast him (he is 85).
I just don’t feel good. And I want to. So have at it.

Please no knock knock jokes.
P.S. I am posting pictures of Fuzzy Britches the blind hen tomorrow if I remember my camera.

I am home. i am also sick as a dog, a very sick dog.
A summer cold has struck me and turned into a sinus infection.
Meanwhile i am still working all hours but i did have a good time at the beach.
The beach was hot and humid which is not the best senario for a summer cold but we still had fun.
I got to go fishing which was fun
Returned to my Father going blind. he is bleeding behind his eyes. Dont know what will come of that.
Everyone be patient i will try to post something entertaining soon.
Dont give up on me yet.


Snagley out.

the EYEROCKER is being held hostage.
go by and leave him a comment.

I am going on a work vacation to the beach and leaving tomorrow. wont be back till monday.

news in the world of Snagley.

I got a new well pump so i can pump water up out of the ground to water the garden so i wont have any more 60.00 water bills.

I still dont have a tractor so i am considering buying a troy built lawn tractor, a 25 hp one. anybody know anything about them?

My wife is not as sick as she has been, maybe we are making a turn and she will start feeling better.

my Greek post yesterday said that my supervisor resigned yesterday. I am hoping that the owner of the company will not sell the joint and leave me jobless. there are not alot of job oportunities for wine swilling chicken farmers.

i am still working on the chicken coop anex. as happens with me i ran out of time and money. so donations are being taken to the build Fuzzy Britches ,the blind hen, a house fund.

Snagley out.

ο επόπτης μου που παραιτήθηκε από ακριβώς. Ι dont ξέρτε εάν ο ιδιοκτήτης θα πωλήσει την επιχείρηση που έχω μια κακή ημέρα Μπορείτε να διαβάσετε τα ελληνικά

A group of crows is called a murder; I think that group terms are interesting I came across a few of them in a book this morning. A bunch of eagles are called a convocation. Who came up with this stuff? Granted I like the sound of a convocation of eagles, it is better than a convention of Eagles, you can tell the convention of Eagles because at the convention they are drinking beer and everyone is wearing a fez.
What about a group of Opossums they did not mention this one. I know some places where a group of opossums would be called a feast of opossums.
Here are several that I have come up with on my own. Or with some assistance.

1. A whiff of skunks
2. A stagger of drunks
3. A din of Cub Scouts, this of course is different from a Den of Cub Scouts
4. The weekly poker game (this is a grouping of fathers of cub scouts on the night of the weekly meeting)
5. A screaming mimi of snakes (I just tossed that one in)
6. A gossip of soccer moms
7. The Liars Club would be a assembly of fishermen
8. A grumble of Snagley would be a group of young snagleys complaining about having to clean their rooms.

If you have any additions that I missed please feel fee to add them.
I need to join a bleary eye of employees headed to the coffee pot now

Snagley out

Jo is now not only pregnant but now also has a kidney stone simultaneously.
They said at the hospital that there is not much they can do other than give her some light pain medicine.

I have been working on an annex to the chicken coop it seems that I have too many chickens in too small of an area and it is causing some problems, so I am making them a large pen to peck dirt in.

I got a water pump for our well to use for irrigation for the garden and to water the livestock I want to raise. The well had not been used for almost 50 years but it is doing ok. I have no plans to drink the water myself.

This year I have three rows of green beans, one row of okra, 48 tomato plants and two rows of peppers and 9 squash plants. I want to plant some peas but I hate picking them.

Oh I am considering becoming a hermit. It seems the only way I can avoid neer-do-wells and malcontents is to withdraw from society completely. It is either that or I am going to start carrying a big stick and whacking people with it at regular intervals. I am taking suggestions for names for me when i turn hermit. Herman is out.

Snagley signing off

Its primary election day in Alabama.

The time of year that we all get screwed by crooked lying politicians.
In Alabama no one actually says “this is my platform, this is what I believe and this is what I will do” . Instead, they say “my opponent is a jerk, a crook and a liar, then they go on to say that they narrowly missed election as pope in the last election. Then their opponent says the same thing. Here is what they should say.

Hello my name is Conman Ripoffski, I am running for elected office in the state of Alabama. I am going to line my pockets in the next 4 years, I am after a government job with a pension, and I will say anything to get it. It is true that I am a crook and a jerk but my opponent is also a crook and a jerk, and he kicks dogs and hates old people. If you elect me I will try my best not to embarrass the state with nation wide headlines about me having sex with your 17-year-old daughters that you send up here as interns. I further will try not to get drunk in public and kill you by driving drunk. This burst of honesty would be so refreshing they would win in a landslide.

But we will continue to get scandal after scandal, and our state will continue to be run by idiots who do not have the collective intelligence and character to successfully dig an outhouse, (see my previous post). All of the smart people in our state are busy making money and trying to avoid the idiots in state and local government. Oh and I don’t discriminate republican or democrat liberal or conservative. In Alabama they all say they are conservative if they want to be elected. Then they do whatever they want till their term is up, or they get out of jail, and then they run for office again saying they are conservative. What they should say is “ I don’t have the intelligence to know what a conservative or liberal is, if elected I will buy a book with state funds and with further state funds I will hire someone to read it to me and try to figure it all out.

Lets all say a prayer today that the biggest jerks and idiots will not get elected this time, and that when their term is over we will still have homes and jobs.

Get ready citizens of Alabama the idiots are loose.

Does anyone give this kid that Angelina Jolee and Brad Pitt have brought into the world half a chance at not being crazier than an outhouse rat?

It was a dark and gloomy night in a town that knows no friends.
The rain poured down upon the 1971 Chevy Nova. I reached forward and pressed the cigarette lighter, as it heated I shook out a camel filterless cigarette and contemplated the day.

It all started with a phone call from my old buddy Chuck. He was returning from an out of state nudist convention and was calling to catch up.

What’s up Snagley he said

Same old stuff Chuck different day.

Chuck said, “Wish I could tell you the same”

He then went on to tell me that someone had stolen his ottoman.
Chuck is a collector of 16-century Turkish antiquities and reported to me that his statue of Mehmed II was missing from his curio and wanted me to find it.
I took the case. 100 dollars per day plus expenses
I went over to his house to begin my investigation. I knocked on his door.
Chuck came to the door wearing a sarong and a pair of hot pink flip-flops. I shook out a cigarette and a match; I struck the match on Chuck’s front door leaving a long black mark on the door facing.
Good morning Chuck, show me the curio.
He led me to the curio without a word; he was chewing on pistachios and drinking a Peach Snapple.
I looked at the curio, you could see where the statue stood its outline was visible in the pile of pistachio shells that cluttered the entire room. Finding fingerprints was out of the question.
An item like a 16centruy statues of Mehmed II would be hard to move so I went to a little known fence named John. John was located behind chucks house and contained his dog Tripper, Tripper is a small dog and that gets underfoot, I immediately tripped on Tripper and went down. A large man wearing a white suit and a red carnation in his lapel and a nametag that said, “Hello my name is Axe lifted me to my feet. He was holding the status of Mehmed II.
Things got dark from here largely due to Axe pummeling me with his ham-sized fist for bleeding on his Birkenstocks.

I woke up in my car.

I called Chuck. It seems that Axe had met Chuck at the recent nudist convention and in alcohol induces stupor Chuck had told Axe of his love of Turkish antiquities and his recent acquisition of a statue of Mehmed II. Axe simply came by to view the statue and had taken it outside to look at it in a pistachio shell free environment.

I drove home confused but befuddled. I stopped by Chuck’s house to collect my fee and some pistachios.

I have got to get a real job.

Bo Spade out.