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Wednesday, October 11, 2006

BEVO XIII DIES

this is a sady day in new, Bevo XIII the beloved yet narcotic induced steer has gone to the great ranch in the sky.

Here's his obituary.....

http://www.statesman.com/news/content/gen/ap/TX_Obit_Bevo_XIII.html

In lieu of flowers, donations of ketchup, BBQ sauce, and buns will be accepted for Bevo's final dinner appearance. He will be guest of honor and the main course.

3 Comments:

  • At 1:37 PM, Blogger Kevin said…

    Poor Bevo - I can't wait to see our next one! =]


    ...lol on the send BBQ sauce BTW - good stuff ND. =]

     
  • At 2:34 PM, Blogger NDwalters said…

    Kevin, he'd have enjoyed a Viking Funeral. And the sauce comment was bad.....

    I meant spices and rib rub, that's good eatin.

     
  • At 7:39 AM, Blogger blamin said…

    An Ode to Bevo

    A steer’s steer

    While the steer was near
    Nary a jeer

    While the steer was near
    T'was a new frontier!
    We were always of good cheer

    While the steer was near
    We drained our beer
    And often leered
    At the cheerleaders cheer
    (We’re not weird, we’re sincere)

    Dare you say a “queer steer”
    And just know, life is dear
    The end is near

    And from year to year
    The libs did fear
    As did the profiteer and racketeer
    Persevere? Ha!
    Nay, as always disappear

    While the steer was near
    Ta’hell with the electioneers
    Nary a lib would interfere
    Or sneer, or jeer
    For Bevo’s steers
    Are sincere and severe

    Be of good cheer
    Even though the steer’s not hear
    You know he’s always near

    While the steer is near
    All the libs should fear
    For life is dear
    The end is near

    Ya ya I know, I ain’t the poet laureate, and the rythem ain’t quite right. I just had a Dr Seuss Moment. BTW I’ve got an excellent smoked brisket recipe

     

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