“Guess this trip ain’t startin’ out too good...
Washed out roads 'n bad rock art 'n radiation 'n not one interestin' shaped rock...
Ain't 'xactly wha' I had in mind..."
"Ya think tha' stuff matters ta me? I don' much care, Hank..."
"Been bitchin' 'nough fer a fella who says he don' care."
Ya know tha's half the fun fer me.
Maybe more 'n half. More like two thirds. Or even three quarters...
Okay... maybe jus' half. Other half is bein' with you. Maybe more 'n half.
More like two thirds. Or three quarters...
Maybe even seven eighths."
"Love ya, dumbass."
"Love you too, dumbass.
Now... where ya draggin' ma sorry ass next?
Think the biggest open pit mine in the world ain't too far away.
Or maybe Death Valley... should be real nice there this time a year....
Prob'bly no more 'n a hundred 'n ten degrees in..."
"I know, I know... In the shade. 'N there ain't no shade."
"Okay... giant open pit mine it is..."
"So's what're ya waitin' fer..?
Let's hit the road Jack..."
"Whatever ya say, Cowboy."
Just another beginning...
"We ain't really
goin' ta tha' open pit mine... Are we?"
"Ya wanna put a cd in?"
"Glad Iris sends us all them cds."
"Now d'ya want me ta tell ya where we're really goin'?"
"Nah... Think maybe I'd rather be s'prised."
"Thought ya didn' like s'prises?
Guess it ain't always true wha' they say 'bout old dogs 'n new tricks."
"I ain't old, Hank."
"I know ya ain't old, Ed."
"I'm really gonna miss them dogs though."
"D'ya think they're gonna be happier stayin' home?"
"Yeah. Bill will take real good care a 'em.
'N they ain't like Stella were.
Drivin' 'round makes 'em awful nervous."
"Prob'bly on account a bein' dumped like they was."
"Think they'd know by now we wouldn' do tha' to 'em."
"Hard thing ta get over.
Jus' gotta give 'em some more time."
"Yeah. Still miss 'em."
"Me too... Hey, Ed?"
"Them Dixie Chicks migh' wanna sleep on the hard ground
but I sure don' wanna...
Didya pack tha' new campin' pad we bought?"
"Yep. So's we can get a good night's sleep.
'N then tomorrow maybe none a the roads'll be washed out
'n we'll find some real nice rock art 'n we won' be irradiated at all
'n maybe we'll even run 'cross a whole buncha interestin' shaped rocks."
Ya know I been thinkin' maybe I should consider broadenin' ma hobby some...
After all, a lot more 'n rocks can be interestin'..."
"Why ya grinnin' like tha'?"
"Don' think I believe ya."
ya packed tha' new campin' pad?"
"Yep. First thing."
"Sounds like ya got somethin' in mind."
"Maybe. Jus' kinda a inauguration ceremony a sorts fer it."
"Inauguration ceremony, huh?"
"Yep. Gonna inaugurate the hell outta it."
"Ya are, uh?"
'N it's kinda a formal thing...
So's ya better wear yer birthday suit."
"Lucky fer me I don' go nowheres withou' it."
"Lucky fer me too."
----Ya know damn well
this ain't really the end neither.
Bad epitaph writin' is contagious.
I caught it from Hank
So's (just in case) here's mine:
This here's the epitaph fer MyEyesAintBlue
The one who insisted their story were true
But Ed 'n Hank swear
It were all pulled from thin air
'N I wouldn' not believe 'em, would you?