My hillbilly best friend (Taken with Instagram)
My hillbilly best friend (Taken with Instagram)
Realized that the last few photos posted involved tears. Not crying today. In fact, my Hillbilly Best friend asked me what the difference was between a goose and geese… . Two fingers.
The B.S. Bistro will be closed until after Labor Day.
Belinda left this morning with her boyfriend to her first ever Easy Rider Rodeo. (Not the big fat guy with the fancy truck - she dumped him + got a new Sugar Daddy; a skinnier dude with a motorcycle she can wrap her legs around). She was so excited to be going that she was running around her camper wearing a cowboy hat the entire time she was packing. I made sure to hook a hillbilly up + wash her jeans (small enough to fit a two year old), and even gave her my sleeping bag to use.
Belinda on Her Taxicab Driver Friend.
Boy have I sure missed The B.S. Bistro. Today we learn that if you ever need a D.D., call her friend. He’ll be drunk right along with ya! And HOLY FUCK is he scary lookin! So skinny there’s only skin on them bones. So white you wouldn’t wanna meet him in a dark alley YA KNOW?
Special Report
Sorry to post so much in one day, but I’ve been on a mountain top for the past few days and need to weigh in:
I called Belinda at the hospital and am pleased to report that she’s angry at everyone, kicking people out of her room for stealing her Stok caffeine shots she smuggled into the hospital, yelling at people for opening her door and stealing her air conditioning and issued a warning that NO. ONE. is welcome to come visit her unless they have a Circle K coffee with two Stok shots in it. Oh, and that when she gets home she’s breaking out the 32 cup pot and making enough coffee to swim in!
Best Wishes for Belinda
Was saddened to learn, a mere hours after posting a photo of Belinda’s Pharmacy in West Virginia, that my favorite hillbilly, my best-old-lady friend is currently hospitalized with pneumonia, and (while currently suffering from brain cancer) has been told she has “spots” on her lungs.
I don’t know anything else other than the fact that she had to be convinced to be taken to the hospital while I was out of town because she said she had to be there for the Bistro. I almost cried when I heard that - she must really love morning coffee sessions with us java-mooches as much as I do! (Or possibly more.)
All Good was fantastic, but between all the breakdowns, repair delays, repair costs and now my favorite hillbilly old lady getting sick, I wonder if it was worth it.
