Pretty Soon, My Buddy Gord Is Going To Kill My Ass.

God Bless him,he finds the funniest shit.

I can't begin to count how many gallons of beer that have been through my sinuses over the years.

Here we go again, he found another funny...

The money quote from Kim Jong UN, the new supreme leader of North Korea in a letter to us, the morons wandering the streets looking for a New Messiah.

Here is why I am writing to you today: on Tuesday, you will go to your caucuses and choose from among a field of Republican presidential candidates. And let me tell you, the idea of any of these people getting nuclear weapons scares the shit out of me.

Oh fuck me, go read the whole thing while I find another towel and the Windex.

Damn you Gord, I just got this new laptop for Christmas and here ya are,breaking it in right for me..
Happy New Year.

Fuck You Todd

Laugh my ass off, you thought I was going to let that shit slide?

This is yer 15 minutes of fame pal.

For those of you who have no clue about what I am fucking with him for, We occasionally have reason to be aquainted with each other for extended periods of time and my friend dogs my ass constantly.

Old man jokes abound.

He is one of those guy's who fucks with ya all damn day.

Take my word for it, I give it right back, ya punk assed little bitch.

He could turn me into a pretzel if he wanted to but it is all in good fun.

He is nice enough to turn his girlfriends onto this site and some other dudes too and I have to thank the little fucker for that.
As a matter of fact, I am going to bestow upon him the coveted honorary Ornery Bastard with oak leaf clusters.

I do believe there are under five people who I have done that for.

So, here is a hearty Fuck You dude.

Lol, see ya's when I see ya's.

Almost Makes Me Want To Go Back To Church

Me thinks there are some sexually repressed  individuals out there.

As if I didn't already know.

I really like number three, the last one is priceless.

You Don't Want To Know

Yeah yeah, so I went underground all week.
You fickle bitches didn't miss me and I know it.

Have a nice fucking day,
I will try and come up with something tomorrow.

By the  way,

Fuck  You Todd.
Lazy fucking bastard.
Get your fucking ass out of bed, I had to and damned if I liked it.

Don't make me hunt you down again dammit.


Thanks dude.

My skinny little ass couldn't have done it without ya and major thanks, to Bustedsbro, who made it all possible.
To my brother,
I love ya man. Damn nice of ya and thanks fer putting up with my drunken ass.

Back to Mr. Todd,

Dey it is, now you are on the list too.You know, THAT list.
Wait until next week. I might have to tell them about the bandana and being all nervous and sweaty all the time, just what is that in the bag you carry around anyway?
I might just puke in that little car yet, green would look better anyway.

Smart ass.

Have a nice weekend.

Ya done good dude.
Thanks.

Good Night for Now

For some damn reason, I finally had the writers block run away, there are several posts down yonder that I banged out so don't be bashful.

Gare On Fucking Teed to piss some one off in there somewhere.

See ya's later.

Don't forget the deal on the chicken.  Sometimes I do good.

Got Firewood?

This thing is absolutely amazing!



Now for something quite a bit more affordable that is amazing in it's own right.



They have these that you can run off of a three point hitch with your tractor too. There is even one crazy old bastard that rigged one up to run off of your truck axle with the wheel and tire still on it.

There are some clever bastards out there. Where were these things when I was a kid?
Busting rounds with a sledge hammer and wedges if I was lucky. Most of the time I had to use a splitting maul.

My back hurts just thinking about it.

Of course, there is some old school technology still out there but you wouldn't catch me near this damn thing.

Reverse Road Trip

Heading back to the weasel den here shortly.
This is going to be fun.
The place was a freakin' wreck when I left and now I have a weeks worth of laundry and a ton of camping shit that smells like camp fire smoke.
Tent, sleeping bag, all of my cook ware to clean and put away.
Hey, If I leave today, I still have a couple of days to do all that.
The GF is coming too.
BWAAAAAAHHHAAAAAHAHAHAHAAAAAA.

Gotta love it.

Guess there ain't gonna be no hurry.
Like I could give a fuck anyway, I'll get to it eventually, it's all in plastic bags or boxes anyway.
That gives me most of Friday and then I need to get my circadian rythm back in sinc to go back to the Salt Mines on Monday.
In the mean time,

Thanks fer stopping by, seriously, I do appreciate it.

Hard To Believe

Four years, over a thousand posts and a hundred eleven thousand hits and counting later, here I am.

I would never have believed it if someone told me I would still be Blogging in 2010.
Looking back at my first two posts, I do believe I was right on the money.

I had to start this blog to leave a comment on somebody elses blog. I will return later and leave some kind of raving lunatic rant about politics or something.

and

Well,They say a journey of a thousand miles begins with the first step.Seeings how I am pretty much computer illiterate, this is going to be a learning process for me.Grab a beer,kick back, and watch the horror show begin.

My my, what a strange trip it's been, kind of prescient, no?

Thanks for stopping by, again and again.
I ain't done yet.

Like I Give A Damn

Aye, this will be a short freakin' post

Have a nice day, try not to run over yer kid's fuckin' cat and for damn sure don't get caught sticking it in yer baby sitter.

Criminy, I still feel like shit, this time I paid for it.

Some things never change.

A Freindly Reminder To All The Crazies From The Right Wing

Don't Tread On Me.

This kind of shit really puts you in a bad light but as we have all seen, you think this is hilarious shit until one or two of yer little crazies take it as Gospel.

All of a sudden things got really quiet on your end.
What can I predict will happen next?
Damn, I'm too late, You fuckers have absolutely no accountability for anything and I for one, am done with that.
You have been accosted with the fact that you have been exhorting the crazies that you call your base, you give them money, you provide logistical support and you stand back and deny any responsibility for the actions of any one who actually takes action on any damn thing that you have been hammering on in your bought and paid for media monopoly who is stupid enough to take what you push 24/7 a day.

You dirty sonsabitches own this, lock, stock and barrel.
What really takes the cake is that you try, constantly, to label the reactions to your propaganda as being perpetrated by a "Liberal" Media.
You constantly accuse the very same media you literally own and are on every damn day as being, "Liberal, Lefty News" and you have the fucking balls to do this year after year!

What, you fucking idiots hide Easter Eggs from yourselves too?

Did I jump up and start blaming you for this abhorrent act the second I found out this 89 year old man, an admitted White Supremacist with a Rap Sheet, walked into a federal facility and opened fire after the "News" stated that he was a Right Wing hate Monger?

Umm,
NO.

This is the first time I have said anything about it, I have been waiting for some facts to come out and I have to say, "Mission Accomplished", assholes.


I would remind you of my opening statement.

From what I have been observing for the last year and a half, the Right Wing is self destructing, keep that shit to yourselves and Don't, Tread On Me.

Update;

Like I said, I ain't the only one who has had enough of this.

Go see Jurassic Pork's takedown over at Brilliant At Breakfast and Sara Robinson calls 'em out over at The Group News Blog.

Put up or shut up.

I'll second the motion.

I Think My Friend Needs Help

I was just over to my buddy PhysioProf's place and I am...
at a loss for words.

I think an intervention may be necessary.

LMAO!

Dude, that is half a bubble out of plumb.I don't even want to know what the search terms were that led you to that.

Ya gotta admit there is some creativity there but man, that is like, performance art gone horribly wrong. Oh yeah, the guy with his ass hanging out really did it for me, pull yer fucking britches up, idiot.

Ya gotta love PhysioProf though, he brings a new perspective to Blogging and I am partially responsible for egging the feller on to start his own Blog and I'm proud to say I am glad I did.

Mad props to ya dude.

Peace, Bro.

Frontal Assault Complete

Never the subtle one, I pulled in the driveway here at Gentry Way with enough throttle to have a bunch of porch lights get turned on, I'm Baaaaack!
What a fucking week.
I am wiped out.
After I got home,I grabbed my second amendment , one of the fucking cats, a buttload of dirty clothes and a half a bottle of whiskey and tight assed it over here in The Beast to my folks's place in time to give my Granny a chance to vent for a few minutes and then I went out and got THE most important piece of baggage, the fucking Heating Pad.
I ain't purty but I ain't stupid either.That fucking rib is being stubborn and won't pop in and I don't have the dough to go see a bone cracker just this minute.


That other stupid fucking cat decided it needed to get back to nature and dived out the door between my legs and disappeared while I was falling out the door, loaded down with essential shit.
I tried to call it and it was all about soyanara motherfucka, so I returned the sentiment and left a bowl of food out.

I have to go back in the morning for another truckload of shit and I shall see if there is a Catsickle on the doorstep.


I am sure the neighbors saw the folks pull out this morning, it's kind of hard to miss a 38 foot motorhome backing out of the driveway, so they know what is going on.
They are all pretty nice people, even though we would all be just as happy to wave at each other while taking out the garbage and not ever actually have to talk to one another.


LMAO!!
I bought one of those cat scratch post things with the multiple levels covered in carpet when I was here last year to keep my cat from shredding my mothers couches and left it here because I have no room for it.

Baby has been here less than an hour and is going apeshit playing on the damn thing.

She has already made herself at home!

It is time for a cocktail and I am fixing to turn this heating pad up a notch and then get real adventurous and see if I can figure out how to turn on the television.

Tomorrow?
I am going to take an extravagantly long hot shower,then go start hauling more shit out of the Rat Hole.

Have a nice weekend, I will tune ya up with a progress report later.

Oh, by the way, Nine More days asshole,hurry up and get the fuck out.

As The Stomach Churns, So Are The Days Of Our Lives

Or something like that.
Change is gonna come, for me sooner than thee, I hope.

Yep, I fucked around and here it is.

My folks are leaving tomorrow for parts unknown until they get there, I am heading over to their place to wreak my own special kind of havoc.

Unlike a great deal of my fellow countrymen and women, I am actually going to upgrade.
I dunno how many channels of shit on the new TV, I don't even know how the fucking remote works. I did see where the sonofabitch lets ya know who is calling ya on the phone, that's a new one on me.

I am going to head over there tomorrow after work with the first load of dirty laundry and the first stupid cat that sticks it's head out for me to grab.
After that, it is going to be piecemeal but I am going to find the bottom of this Rat Hole and clean it out completely.
I haz a plan but it is too early to let on.

God Bless ya and I hope all is well with ya during this transition.
Don't worry if ya don't hear from me every day, I have a giant bottle of Aleve with my name on it and my newest bestest friend, the Heating Pad, not to mention the usual adult beverages.

A Change Is Gonna Come,
Aretha.
This is fucking excellent.

Here Is A Hint George

Try to get at least six blocks away from the Whitehouse before you try to "polish" your legacy.

I keep seeing your loyal minions flogging the notion that history will show you to be some kind of prescient all seeing wise man.

Besides causing beer to come flying out of my nose, I actually see a different side of this story,and I was actually here to see it.

I see you as a pretzel choking bike country wrecking moron reading childrens books while we are being attacked, with complete idiots for minions.

P.S., Put your minions in the front of the trailer.
First in, last out.

Tagged

Dyre42 from Dyre Portents tagged me.

The Rules:

1. Link to the person who tagged you.
2. Post the rules on your blog.
3. Write six random things about yourself.
4. Tag six people at the end of your post and link to them.
5. Let each person know they’ve been tagged and leave a comment on their blog.
6. Let the tagger know when your entry is up.

Six random things about me

1. I started smoking when I was ten years old.

2. I also started drinking straight whiskey when I was ten years old.

Not regularly but several times that year.

3. I went through twenty nine cars in a ten year period once.
Wrecked most of them. I was a crazy motherfucker in my day.I have long since lost count of how many wrecks I have had, including motorcycles, well over sixty, I'm sure.

4. I had my lower back fused at the age of twenty six after living in agony for five years. I saw over fifteen doctors before they figured out what was wrong.It is still fucked up.

5.I am actually a very nice guy.Just don't piss me off, I never forget.

6. My mother taught me to read before I ever started school.
Once when I decided to quit drinking for a while, I read 37 paperback books in one month, some of them over 700 pages long.

There ya go, six fun facts about Bustednuckles.

I am the guy your mother warned you about.


I am not going to tag anyone else, this thing went viral, I have seen it all over the place.