A Children's Story by Da'Sean Butler...

Yes. That Da'Sean Butler. He tweeted this in the very recent past...

Once upon a time there was a young boy named Da’Sean. Da’Sean was 22 years old and lived in Newark, NJ. While walking home from school one day, a Purple Dinosaur jumped out from behind a Brick Wall and tackled Da’Sean to the ground. But just when he was about to let out a scream for help, Da’Sean realized that the Purple Dinosaur was only licking his face, not trying to bite it off. At that moment, Da’Sean decided to keep the Purple Dinosaur as a pet. And on the way home he decided to name his pet Purple Dinosaur ”Barney.”

When Da’Sean and his new pet finally got home, guess who was standing on the front porch? That’s right, it was Da’Sean’s mother, Koreena. And boy was she surprised to see a Purple Dinosaur following Da’Sean into the yard! ”What in world is that?” shouted Koreena. ”It’s a Purple Dinosaur,” answered Da’Sean. ”Dah, I can see that, Da’Sean, but what on earth is it doing here?” said Koreena. ”It’s my new pet!” answered Da’Sean. ”Oh you think so do you?” remarked Koreena. ”I wouldn’t get your hopes up. You know how your father hates Purple Dinosaurs. But, well, I suppose you can keep him until your father comes home.” And with that Da’Sean grabbed Barney by the scruff of the neck and led his new pet into the house–even though he knew his father was probably going to disapprove.

Once in the house, Da’Sean and Barney played and played, that is until Da’Sean’s favorite television show, ”Family Guy,” started. At that point Da’Sean forgot all about Barney having an unsupervised run of the house. That is until half way through ”Family Guy,” when Da’Sean was brought back to reality when he heard his father shout, ”OMG!! Da’Sean! Get your whoopie cakes in the Kitchen…NOW!!” With that Da’Sean rushed into the Kitchen to see what all the fuss was about. When he entered the Kitchen, there stood his father, Da’Sean Butler, pointing toward the Table. ”Will someone please explain that?” asked his father. Then, as Da’Sean followed his father’s finger to where it was pointing, he instantly knew what his father was so upset about. There, smack dab in the middle of the Table, the biggest pile of Dinosaur doo-doo he had ever seen! ”I don’t EVEN want to know how that got there,” said Da’Sean Butler. ”But you had better get it cleaned up now! And you had better get rid of whatever it is that could have done such a thing!”

Well, knowing his father as well as he did, Da’Sean knew there was no sense even asking his father if he could keep Barney for a pet. So without hesitation, Da’Sean set out to find where Barney was hiding. After a few minutes of looking, Da’Sean discovered Barney crouched beneath the table that Da’Sean did his Playing X-Box and reading books.

”Come on, Barney, it’s time to find you a new home. And hey, don’t look at me that way, I’m not the one who did the dirty deed on the Table!” scolded Da’Sean. ”Thanks to you I’ll never get to have my own pet Dinosaur!! And with that Da’Sean led Barney out of the house and down to the local Game Stop. They had a pet section and Da’Sean knew the owner would find Barney a good home. Da’Sean cried a deep cry. he had lost his only friend in the world.

So after saying good-bye to Barney, and thanking the owner of Game Stop, Da’Sean walked backed home and attempted to drowned his sorrows by slamming down a half dozen Root Beers. But Da’Sean’s pity party came to an abrupt end when his father reminded him about the mess he had neglected to clean up. And low and behold, midway through the clean-up, Da’Sean suddenly became thankful that someone else was going to have to do it from now on.

The End.

Moral of the story: Sometimes you best friends can get your “whoopee cakes” n a lot of trouble be sure to listen to your parents they know what’s best.




Someone took the time to add pictures. Here you go:



Dude must be bored.

Apparently I'm in the Wrong Business

Tonight my wife and I ate dinner at a Mexican restaurant.... and so did the rest of Charleston, WV.


I must be in the wrong business. Sure, everyone has a cell phone, but after this evening, it's obvious that everyone needs enchilada supremes, jumbo chicken burritos and frozen margaritas made from some kinda of crappy tequila. People pay monthly for a cell phone, but pay every Friday night for overpriced fried tortillas.

Happy 40th Anniversary!

Hooray, Tom and Bettijane!



AND... thanks for the visit to these special folks!

Is this photoshopped?

I think the ball is for real, but check out the dude to Tiger's left with the turbin.


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