I left the last post up hoping that I could get some real live Comfort food recipes and I would sincerely like to thank those who did.
I have a crock pot full of Black Beans and Ham Hocks going right now and Hell Yes, there is damn near a whole onion two table spoons of minced garlic, and several spices going on in there.
Reminder to self, throw some fucking Cumin in there later.
I been soaking those magnificent beans since yesterday.
No changes on the political front, whatever Obama is doing is not going to change a fucking thing fer little peoples like you and me, Cheney and Bush should be on trial and I need to go water my fucking garden.
Just fer shits and grins, I think I am going to go see my Doctor, I has a little cyst on my neck that I found about a month ago and I need to be lectured about smoking, again.
The fucking thing is about the size of a Bee Bee, but it is underneath all the layers of skin, so I can't just stick a fucking upholstery needle in it and pop it like a zit.
Trust me, I already tried.
A hunnert and eighty five bucks to walk in the door and two days for them to find my file, because I don't go see the fucking guy unless I can't stand it anymore, what ever it is.
The poor fucking guy is as busy as a motherfucker all day, every day, dealing with little old ladies bitching about everything under the sun, when a real good dicking would make most of 'em happy campers.
Before anyone gets their panties in a twist, I suggest you try and visit yer local, good looking doctor and observe this phenomenom yerself.
I am very lucky, this guy quit taking new patients over fifteen years ago and this is one positive from my marriage to the nice lady I have to call my ex wife.
OK, some of these old ladies have a legitimate reason but I can't fucking stand listening to them whine in the waiting room.
The little kids coughing until they are about to puke makes me go outside and have a smoke.
Doctors waiting rooms are a damn good place to get sick.
You wonder why I can't wait to go sit in a closet for half an hour waiting for the guy to whisk in with a whole days worth of sick shit for me to take home?
For the life of me, I don't know why the guy is still alive.
Must be a tough bastard.
Meh, no one lives forever and who the fuck would want to?
Have a nice fucking day.