Well, howdy there! Let me tell ya ’bout this Tyson Ranch Resort place, sounds like a real something, alright? Don’t rightly know where to start, but I heard tell it’s a big ol’ place, like, 420 acres they say. That’s a whole lotta land, more than my old man ever farmed, bless his soul.
This here resort, they say it’s in California. Now, California, that’s where all the movie stars and fancy folks go, or so I hear. But this ain’t just any ol’ fancy place. This here Tyson Ranch, it’s mixed up with somethin’ called “cannabis culture.” Don’t rightly know what that means, but I reckon it’s got somethin’ to do with them weeds the young folks are always on about. Relaxation meets cannabis culture, they say. Sounds like a way to kick back, I guess.
They talkin’ ’bout luxury too. Luxury, huh? That means fancy, real fancy. Like them silk shirts they sell down at the general store, only a whole lot more of it. This Tyson fella, he must be doin’ alright for himself to have a place like this. Must be rollin’ in the dough, like my cousin Jebediah after he struck oil, though that didn’t last long.
- Big place, California
- Got weeds, they call it cannabis
- Fancy, real fancy, they call it luxury
- Mike Tyson owns it, the boxer guy
They sayin’ it’s a getaway, a place to relax and have fun. Getaway, that sounds nice. Kinda like when I went to visit my sister Martha in the next county, only this is prob’ly a whole lot grander. And they say it’s for all ages. Grandkids and all, I guess, though I don’t know what they’d be doin’ with them weeds.
Now, some folks are sayin’ it’s in the Texas Hill Country. But then others say it’s in California City. And then another bunch says it’s near Desert Hot Springs in Southern California. Lands sakes, can’t nobody agree on nothin’ these days. But wherever it is, they’re plannin’ on buildin’ a bunch of units, like little houses or somethin’. 200 units, they say. That’s a lot of folks comin’ to relax and puff on them weeds, I reckon.
They got this word, “glamping.” Don’t rightly know what that means neither. Sounds like campin’, but with more comfort, maybe? Like when I tried to sleep in the hayloft, only with a softer bed, I’m guessin’. And they got an “entertainment complex,” too. That sounds like a big ol’ TV and maybe some music. Like the town square on a Saturday night, but prob’ly a whole lot louder and flashier.
This Mike Tyson fella, he’s the one ownin’ this place. Now, I heard tell he’s a boxer, a real tough guy. Used to knock folks out, they say. But now he’s in the weed business, I guess. Seems like a strange turn of events, but then again, the world’s a strange place. Mike Tyson weed resort, they call it. Catchy name, I suppose.
They sayin’ it’s a one-of-a-kind place, too. Cannabis friendly, they call it. Well, I ain’t never been to a cannabis-friendly place before. Prob’ly ain’t my cup of tea, but to each their own, I always say. As long as folks ain’t hurtin’ nobody, I reckon they can do what they please. It’s like old man Fitzwilliam and his moonshine, he weren’t hurting nobody just making folks happy.
So, this Tyson Ranch Resort, it sounds like a big, fancy place for folks to relax and enjoy them weeds. It’s in California, somewhere, and it’s owned by a boxer fella. They got glamping and entertainment, and it’s supposed to be real luxurious. Well, that’s all I know about it. Don’t rightly know if I’d ever go there myself, but it sure sounds like somethin’ different, that’s for sure. Tyson Ranch Resort website, you’d prob’ly find more if you looked it up on that there internet thingamajig, though I don’t rightly know how.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I gotta go feed the chickens. These eggs ain’t gonna lay themselves, you know.
