Happy Thanksgiving

It's been a tough year with some really special moments.
I married a beautiful woman who I think may be brain damaged, she loves me and takes good care of my narrow ass.

I was fortunate enough to give a little to someone else this year and I would like to thank those who did that for me when I really needed it, you have no idea what that did for me and what it did for me when I really needed it.

I have had several personal friends and relatives who have given me moments that damn near brought me to tears also, you know who you are.

Thank you so much.


There are quite a few folks out there on the ragged edge who are smart, articulate and are doing their damndest just to keep a roof over their heads and have something to eat maybe once a day.
That is just fucked up.
The best thing I can say is that we show the best of our humanity and give when it hurts and give what we can, even when it does hurt.

Take a bow folks.

The shit storm of Christmas is already here and it is going to be ugly.

So be it. It is what it is.

Happy Thanksgiving and thank you so much for stopping by.

And So It Begins

You know, that marriage thing.

It's been over a month now and we are having our first real disagreement.
Right off the bat, let me tell you she is absolutely right.

That, however, does not deter me

I can be a stubborn sonofabitch.

As you who stop by already know, I have been putting serious miles on my old Ford F-150, about 1500 miles a month the past few months and the damn thing only gets 15 miles a gallon.
I have a great friend who occasionally goes to car auctions and gets vehicles pretty damn reasonable so I told him I wanted some little beater with a four banger and a five speed so I wasn't getting killed on gas.

Months go by and lo and behold he calls me yesterday and tells me he has a 1990 ford Ranger that qualifies.
It ain't pretty, one door has a big dent in it and he has an early 80;s El Camino too.

Both are painted flat black primer.
I drove the Ford and it has some issues but it is a runner.

Me and him go back a long ways and cash usually isn't an issue, shit, I owed him eighty bucks for seven months and never heard a word.
I had a riding mower given to me, I gave him that and a Moped and all is good.

Anyways, we are at the folks today, helping them pack up and move a bunch of stuff into the garage before they leave and we move in and my Pal shows up with the El Camino.

It ain't real pretty but it runs good and it ain't completely beat to shit.

Disclaimer, I have been a Ford guy for many years now but I have also owned two El Camino's back in the day and loved both of 'em. A 71 and a 67, the 67 was my favorite but it had a straight six and three on the tree, something a kid under forty wouldn't have a fucking clue how to drive.

Anaway's, again, back to the current dilema, I want that Chevy now, after bitching about fuel mileage for months.
My commute is only ten fucking minutes now but the wife is throwing a fit about the gas mileage on it.

Yes, it has a four barrel carb, I made sure of that on the test drive down a residential street before I even opened the hood.

It also has a hard top over the bed and a built in water leak better known as a Sun Roof.

There are a bunch of wires hanging under the dash and no stereo but I was an automotive electrical specialist for ten years and that doesn't phase me.

My pal Steve will throw in a radio, I will trade him the old F-150 and we will make a deal.

Unfortunately, the wife seems to think this is a bad idea and she is just as fucking stubborn as I am, if not worse.

I might not get any nookie for a while but I am going to get that El Camino.

A guy has to do what he has to do.
I am keeping The Beast, my 67 Ford Highboy 4 wheel drive.
It's ugly too, paint doesn't make something like that run better or get better mileage.
9 MPG, uphill, downhill, loaded or empty, I keep it around for the nasty winters we get around here.

Do ya know anyone with too much money and not enough sense?
I have a 1964 Austin Healey Sprite for sale now. Apparently I am currently limited to two toys at this time.


2 door convertible 1275 engine bored out .040 over with less than 2000 miles , rebuilt trans, all steel tilt front end, not stock, as a matter of fact, I can think of only one bolt that I haven't taken off this car.

No interior, has a roll bar and is turn key.

She is going to pitch a fit but there is a reason I call myself the Ornery Bastard.

Any prayers for my continued safety would be greatly appreciated.

I can see sleeping with one eye open for a while is in my future.

So much Fun, So Little Time

I don't know about anyone else with a Blog but I actually surf my Blogroll on a regular basis.
They are on there for a reason, because I like what they have to say and how they say it.

Sometimes because of the lack of time, I can barely get past the "B's" or the "F's". It is alphabetical.

Other times I have a bit more latitude and I can get clear to the bottom.

Just because I don't leave a comment once in a while does not mean that I ain't paying attention to what you have to say.
I am.
I do have my favorites and you can find me on your Stat Counter.

I also can't stress enough how much I appreciate your comments and feed back.
Even you, Ben Dover and the anonymous guy who keeps wanting pictures of my wife's ass.Ya gotta know I have a sense of humor too.



I would sincerely like to thank those of you who take the time to stop by my little rant hole and a special thank you to those of you who actually link to my rambling mess of the words that are available to me.

We all have our own opinions on the events that affect us every day and there are some extraordinarily articulate folks among us who have a talent for putting their thoughts into words.

Others, like me, have their own way of expressing what happens to be going through their minds in their own way, apparently, some of you reading this can relate to my mind set and I thank you from the bottom of my heart for reading my outlook on the current clusterfuck we get to call life in this day and age.

There are others who have actually donated some serious cash money to me and I would like to take a moment to give those folks a very special Thank You, ya know who ya are.

I have been venting my spleen here and at my other site for over six years now, I kinda think that makes me some kind of author, either that or some crazy fucking bastard with a problem with letting shit go.

Either way, as long as I have access to the tubes, I am going to continue screaming into the void and I thank you for watching the melt down.
Ya know it's going to be a good time, kinda like watching a Nascar multi car smash up in slow motion.


Update;

I went out to have a smoke and ran into a couple of older gentlemen who had come out early this morning and put up the American flag along the little bit of asphalt we call Main Street around here.
They do it every major holiday as a volunteer service and you would have to be blind dumb and deaf not to know they are veterans from a long damn time ago.

I put out my smoke and helped them roll up some of the flags and thanked them personally.

The next motherfucker who calls me a traitor because I don't tow to the Republican talking points gets a broken fucking nose.

It's Time For "That" Talk

Ok, now that everyone is snuggled in their own little bunkers and I have seen the stories of the shelves in every store being empty, it is time to say, we told you so.

Not that I ever, ever wanted to see something like this happen but here it is and don't you feel just a tiny bit bad for chasing around looking for D batteries at the last second?
I can't begin to count the times I have seen people roll their eyes and look down their noses at "Preppers".

Not quite as stupid as you thought we were, are we?

I feel bad for folks that are staring at the weather event of their young lives with no fucking clue where to go or what to do.


I just had this conversation with my new wife, I have been dancing around the topic for quite a while now, she has a pretty good idea that at least some form of supplies are in her future.The first thing she asked me after I brought it up again was whether or not I have a dehydrator.
Told ya she is a keeper.

I love her dearly and before we got married her excuse was no where to store anything.

Ahem.

Even in an apartment, there are places to store some survival supplies.

Now every Tom Dick and Harriett on the East Coast just figured that out.

My heart goes out to those just figuring this out.

We still have no place to live together but just had a short conversation about this very subject.
As most of you know, I live in a 35 foot long Fifth Wheel Travel Trailer.

I had a guy build me a pantry out of a closet that I have no idea what the original intent was for. It is right next to the fridge in the kitchen area.
At one time, I had enough food stored to last me six months, easy.

Where I live, water is not that much of a problem in an emergency, The Columbia River is a mile wide and five blocks away with another, small tributary eight blocks the other way.

I saw another post today complaining about toilet paper. That is a biggie.

When you have ladies and young children with you, buy that by the truck load.

For those of you who are telling yourselves that I have never been through a Hurricane, let me tell you about the storms we get on the West Coast that qualify, they just don't get names.

I have been through storms with sustained winds of 125 mph before, tornadoes and Ice storms that shut down a city with a million people for days.


What I am trying to do is open up a dialogue with some folks who are getting a pounding and never thought it would happen to them.
It's only too late if you are dead.

I sure as shit wouldn't be ready for a major shit storm like what is happening back East right this second but I can guarantee you that I would be one thousand times better off than seventy percent of those who just sat on their hands, watching this blow right into their front yards.

Even without a major hurricane coming your way, just inflation and food shortages alone should make you look around and see if you can't find a way to put a little emergency stash away.

Take my word for it,come what may, it is a great feeling of security to know that if the lights go out, that you know you and yours are going to be safe, healthy and sound when the lights come back on.

You certainly don't have to be a full on Prepper but as they always say, the more the merrier.

These aren't weirdos, they are fellow Americans and they would love to talk to you.

They would love to show you how to throw a screw right back into your grocery store by using coupons and have a wealth of information gathered from friends and family, including the things our parents and Grandparents learned the hard way during the last Depression.
They still work folks.

God Bless ya and I am anxiously awaiting the safe return of some of my Blog buddies.

Being Busy Does Not Excuse Me From Giving A Shout Out

If for some fucking reason you have not been clicking that little mouse ya have on Jill's place, Y'all ain't quite paying attention.

Get ya a beer, a cheap cut of meat off the grill and go read what she has to say.

There is a reason the lady has over one million page views and I am so indebted to her for linking to my little rant hole so many times I can't count, it's a a serious piece from someone who is right in the middle of the slaughter of the Middle Class and actually see's what the fuck is happening, that I want every fucking person with a Blog to go read it and anyone who doesn't have a fucking Blog to tell every one they know by mouth about it.
Have a close up of the dying of Middle America and go ahead and vote for some stupid fucking Teabagger.

This is one tiny little snip of a very well put piece, very well put,

I've spent all of my adult years in the Age of Corporatism. I graduated high school into the first Arab oil embargo and graduated college with a degree in sociology into the second one. I started out in a retail management training program that was the catch-all for liberal arts majors at the time. But at least I was graduating into a society that hadn't yet been completely taken over by greed. That happened later, after Ronald Reagan took office, and while I myself have done well, our society hasn't. Oh sure, we have gewgaws and toys and electronics and two flat-screen TVs and 200 channels of nothing you'd want to watch on TV. People have pulled their kids out of school for Caribbean vacations paid for on home equity loans and people in Section 8 housing have smart phones. All of this is cited as examples by Republicans of how well off we are. But are we? And what about tomorrow?

Tomorrow is going to be the same as it was yesterday and I think she nails it pretty well.
Like I said, put this lady on your Go To list.

Tomorrow

 Thanks fer stopping by.

Fuck me runnin', 200.000 hits.

Y'all are some crazy sonsabitches, you do know that, right?

There must be something wrong with ya for stopping by to see what a mad man has to say.

Kinda like a train wreck kind of thing I guess.

Either way, I am going to slam another shot of cheap assed whiskey and wish you all well.

Here's to ya, yer my kind of people.

Escaping The Velvet Chains

As much as it pains me, I have to go.

Nasty Girl is currently distracted and I have to load up the little hoopty and beat feet.

It is currently sunny and clear outside so I am going to haul ass before the weather turns to shit again, not that I actually, really, want to go. I gotta take care of my shit at home but this has been one hell of a week.

Damn, this girl takes good care of my sorry ass!

I try to return the favor.  Her neighbor was in town yesterday when I couldn't even get out of the fucking driveway and was nice enough to stop at the likker store for me so when I  started making fresh, home made  English muffins with the left over sharp cheddar cheese, a nicely fried egg and some of that delicious spiral cut ham we still had left, I made enough to go around both house holds. Damn good, if I have to say so myself. Y'all know what they call 'em. I made one extra and a ham and cheese sandwich for the road. I'll stop at Mickey D's after I hit the road and get a cup of coffee to wash them down with. That's a shout out to my pal  down Texas way, Coffee with the Hermit, Jim.
One hell of a nice guy.
He always has a pot on.

Any way, I needs to get my poop in one pile and throw it in the truck.

 Loves ya Nasty Girl, I know damn good and well you will read this after I hit the road.

Catch yer breath and wish me luck.

Thanks fer stopping by, I gotta split while the getting is good.

A special shout out to my buddy Steve and a neighbor or two, plus my folks for taking care of my shit while I was a willing prisoner here.

Another special thanks to my brother Kevin.

You all know who ya are.

Thank You.

To the rest of ya's
 get the FUCK outta my way.

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I'm going home.

Snowbound

I have been over here at my GF's for a week today. I came up last week when this fucking weather hit and can't get out of here. All I have here is a two wheel drive truck with no studs.

It snowed, then the freezing rain hit and it is snowing again.

I can get to the little convenience mart about six blocks away just fine, it's that Damn Columbia River Gorge that I can't get through She lives at one end and I live at the other.

Once that bitch freezes, it's studs or cable chains. They end up closing the highways on both sides of the river when it gets bad. It can take days after a cold spell to flush all the cold air out of it. 75 miles long.

I't's "supposed" to be clear tomorrow. We shall see. I have been having to call my buddy Steve to keep an eye on my place. None of my fucking neighbors have a damn phone..  It looks like I am going to have to put tags on The Beast because it at least has four wheel drive.

A set of chains for that fucker are around a hundred bucks but it is fairly dependable. I keep forgetting the speedometer doesn't work though.

If all else fails and I can get the seven miles across the bridge to town, I can use her tire store account and have them throw a couple of studded tires on the back of my little hoopty. I hate to do that.
Fuck me, I hate Winter and it's not even Winter yet!

Anyways have some of this that was going through my evil little mind this cold assed morning.

Sometimes, Ya Meet the Nicest Folks On The Internet.

I have met a lot of people while yapping on the toobz.Just look at the Blog roll.


Most of them are decent people. We may not always agree when it comes to politics but when it comes right down to it, politics is fucked  up beyond all recognition any more any way.
Fer christ sakes, me and my girl friend are at polar opposites when it  comes to politics.

The way I see, it, we are are all in this shit storm together and 99% of us should be dragging the other one percent out in the street for a severe ass beating.

Believe me when I say I have been in some pretty serious flame wars over the years.

I had the rare occasion to hook up with a couple of folks on a blog tonight that both grew up in the same areas I did, They even over lapped to where my girl friends parents have lived for over 25 years.

Some one sent me a you tube of Disney lands, " It's A Small World", just to make the point.

My point is, even though I have disagreed on somethings with some people, I went out of my way to make it plain that we can agree to disagree because we sure as hell have more in common than we don't.

We sure as hell do

Go vote.
Make your choice for what it is worth.
When it is all said and done, we are going to have the same bunch of criminals in charge, just with a fresh bunch of faces that will pick our pockets.

I am an American.

There is more than one way to skin a cat and together, we will figure out a way to skin about 535 pole cats eventually.

Thanks fer stopping by and Fuck Them.

Professional Politicians should be out lawed and drug out by force if neccesary.

Knock On Wood

Pray it doesn't rain for a day or two.

I went and got my pal Willy and dug out the ladder and some shit in a gallon pail that I thought was a roof sealer.
The label was gone and after I opened it it looked nasty enough.
 I cut down a coat hanger and bent it and stuck it in a cordless drill to stir it up.
A half hour later I called it good enough.
Nasty fucking shit, seriously nasty, it got all over the place.
Little Willy climbed up the ladder and his life long friend, Jesse was right there holding the ladder and handing him up little buckets of this seriously nasty shit for him to pour out and roll around with a six foot paint roller.
I ain't kidding, this shit wound up on any thing you touched.
These two clowns are kavetching back and forth the whole time.
Willy turns around and throws a rag full of this shit right at Jesse.
He moved, but the game was on.
They are bitching at each other like an old married couple.
I am just pouring more of the shit in the little bucket and telling them to get done and handing out a beer or two.

Did I mention that at one time I was their boss?

This turned into a fucking clusterfuck and I had to keep yelling at them to get the fucking thing done.

Willy wiped his hands on Jesse's brand new bright white T shirt and then the game was on.

All in all, it went as I suspected it would but it got done. The roof has been sealed, Thank God.
I just hope it doesn't rain for a couple of days.
Talk about nasty?
 That fucking shit got every where,  I went through six shop rags, a roll of paper towels and a brand new kitchen towel, plus a little gasoline.

All in all, I got off fucking cheap.
 Four beers, five shots of whiskey, five cigarettes and the afore mentioned disposables.

Not to mention the comedy of these two fuckers messing with each other.

Thank you Lord, it was a good day.

Crap. I got some of that shit on my boot and now I have to go back and clean up a bunch of foot prints.

Oh well, it was worth it.

Thanks guys, seriously.
It's good to have friends.

This Could Be Interesting

Some folks I have been tormenting on line for the last five years are coming near me in the big city and I have the opportunity to meet them. I know who they are and what they look like, They have no clue who I am except for a Blog handle.
This is going to be fun because I am just going to wander up and say hello.
Either way, I am going to go hook up with my friend Suzanne and go try and meet these people.
If nothing else, I get to see my little sweetie Suzanne.
If it works out, there will be a big surprise here later.

A Necessary Evil

Ok, forgive me for my drama queen post the other day.
I have been thinking it over and have come to the conclusion that internet access is kind of necessary for me.
I still have to go argue with the people at Verizon for extending my contract for another year without telling me and weigh all of my options but I will find a way to stay connected.

I would like to publicly thank one certain reader for their more than generous Pay Pal donation of fifty bucks, you know who you are and I would never divulge anyones name or Email address.
Thank you, that was over the top and I deeply appreciate it.
If anyone else would like to kick in  a few shekels, the donate button is on the left.
Any and all would be forever appreciated. I ain't begging, it's just a suggestion.

I got a one day paycheck in the mail yesterday along with a refund of the extra insurance I had been buying and that will be enough to pay the ruthless fuckers for my internet access to make it current. I just got done phoning in my first unenjoyment claim in over twenty five years so that should be coming at the end of the week. I have enough to pay the rent today and still have enough to last until then.




It's going to get real tight around here, one weeks unemployment will pay the space rent here and leave me about twenty bucks.  Nasty Girl is a budget miracle worker and we will go over my finances this weekend while I am there and see what will work.

Until then, I guess I am a little harder to get rid of than I thought.

Thanks fer stopping by, and thanks for all the well wishes I got from so many of you.
It humbles me.

Busted

Hand Me That Fire Extingusher

I am sitting here, half fucking drunk already, at ten in the morning, laughing my ass off.
Shit, I'm gone three fucking days, I come back and the place is on fire!
Jesus, there are some people with no fucking sense of humor at all.

First off, Kagan cannot be any worse than those corporate fucking whores Alito, Brown and that especially odious bastard Scalia.
Those three alone have done more to set this country back than Rush Fucking Limbaugh and Glenn Crybaby Beck combined.
Secondly, as someone pointed out, the fact that those rat bastards on the far right didn't filibuster her nomination speaks volumes to me.

That is pretty much all I have to say about that, time will tell and we are pretty much stuck with her now.

Personally, I would have loved to have seen a screaming left winger progressive put in there just to fuck with that asshole Scalia.

On to the next item.
Flame wars.
While it humbles me no end to realize I actually have regular readers, could ya at least not flame each other when you disagree on something?
Yeah, I asked my buddy Sponge Bob Crack Whore to post his thoughts here because I didn't want this joint to turn into an echo chamber. We are politically at odds but have agreed to disagree, we are damn good friends and deal with it. More often than not, we tend to agree on the big issues to some degree.

Seriously kids, quit playing with matches.

Two more things before I go play with Nasty Girl again.

There is going to be a long, invective filled post coming later about my recent camping trip coming, some people are fucking assholes and deserve a severe beating.
Secondly...
I forgot what I was gonna say because that sexy assed right winger just walked by shaking her ass again.

I'll be back.
Thanks fer stopping by.

BFF

Ya know what that means, don't ya?

Best Friends Forever.

I has three.

That is no joke and it is so fucking rare I am going to revel in it.
I have three friends that I know if I need a hand, they will be there.
How many you got?
I know hundreds of people, I am a gregarious sonofabitch, I get along with almost everyone. I'm just that kind of guy.
If ya got tits, I love you before I know yer name!

My buddy Steve, I fucking love that guy.
He is smarter than I am by about a half a mile, he takes care of my narrow ass on a regular basis, he is ALWAYS looking out for me.Serious this guy goes out of his way sometimes.
Dude, if ya read this, I fuckin' love ya.

I have a very dear friend that I have known for over twenty five years, my buddy Goofy Danny.
This guy kept me from starving to death when I was laid up with a serious case of lower back fusion at 25 years old.
We go back a long ways.. Crazy? that fucking guy kicked the living shit, literally, out of three guys at a stop light one time, Not one of those assholes ever even got out of the car.One of them flipped us off at a stoplight and took off, We were in a fucking Volkswagon bus and I wound that bitch up and kept right next to them until we got to the next light. I slammed on the brakes and Danny jumped out with the jack in his hand, He literally jumped over and slammed that jack into the rear quarter of the POS they were in three fucking times before they even knew what the fuck was going on and then all hell broke loose.
He did a round house kick THROUGH the drivers window and caught the asshole that started the fraccass right in the mouth, then he reached around that guy and punched the guy in the back seat right in the cocksucker and took him out with one punch.
Now, if I had not been there and saw this with my own eyes I would not believe it but Danny slid across the hood of the car like Starsky and Hutch and while the third dickhead was trying to get out of the car, started slamming the door on his leg repeatedly until said asshole decided it was better to get back in the car.
The best part?
We were in downtown San Jose and there was a fucking cop sitting at the same stop light on the other side watching the whole thing, I shit you not. Danny got back in the van and I said, "We are going to jail, look over there".
The light turned green and I turned right,from the left lane, right in front of three guys sitting in a car bleeding and the cop went through the light, hung a U turn and turned on the lights.
He pulled up behind the three guys and me and Danny drove away.
True story.
That is a true friend.
Last but not least is my pal Sponge Bob Crack Whore.

I have never met anyone in my life who is so much like me, physically and mentally.

People think we are brothers, we look so much alike.

Ornery? oh you fucking betcha.
A great guy?
Oh you double fucking betcha.
Both of us are nice guy's, I hate to admit that but my girlfriend keeps blowing my cover and tells everyone what a sweet guy I am, dammit.
Anyways, this is getting a bit long but I just wanted to give a shout out to my pals.

Sponge Bob?
Dude, thanks for the bottle of Jamesons Gold Reserve, I lied when I said I wasn't going to open it here at Nasty Girl's, it is awesome.
By the way dude, I think your bumper isn't that bad.
LOL! that was funny as hell watching you back up on that giant fucking boulder.
It was great to see ya again and we need to do that more often.


,

Have A Nice Weekend

I'm outta here till Monday.
Look for Sponge Bob Crack Whore to fill in.

Freezing My Ass Off At The Coast

Good morning dear readers.
I am at my friend Suzanne's place at the coast.
I brought her old car back after she got a better one from my buddy.
Man, what a POS that dear lady was driving!
It was given to her and she is going to give it to someone else.
It runs fine but I think it has a drive axle getting ready to shit the bed and the transmission is making some funny noises.

The poor dear is resting comfortably. she is up half the night taking care of a Big Name outfit as a Moderator.

She has no clue I am sitting here using her computer but I know she will just laugh when I tell her.

I love her place, OMG, how do I describe this joint?


Wood.

Real wood, everywhere.
The exposed beams in the ceiling are honest to God, real, two by fours!
Solid cedar two by fours!

Tapered wooden columns, very Mission style, this place is gorgeous.
Very rustic.
Wood framed windows looking out over the bay, the little birds on the rails of the porch are so fun to watch.
One by twelve solid cedar walls, you should see the entrance way just for the skill someone had in making multiple angle joints!
I love this place and I wish I had more time to check out all the crooks and nannies that I know damn well are here.

I needed this.

There was one little spark left in the woodstove when I got up and the Boy Scout in me took over.
There is now a blazing fire going on and all I had to do was get out my pocket knife.

It is overcast outside and it is beautiful.
I forgot how much I missed living on the coast.
Besides the Tweety birds, I can see some Cranes out wading in the mud at low tide and Sea gulls swooping in and out. There is a half black Blue jay terrorizing the Tweety birds, trying to get at the bird feeder as I type.

Jesus, this place is something that someone like Steinbeck would kill for.

Just A Warning

I handed the keys to this joint to a friend of mine, Sponge Bob Crack Whore.

Get ready for it.

I ain't going anywhere, as a matter of fact, I can't fucking wait to see what this guy has to say.
We are definitely not of the same political persuasion.

You have been warned.

I'm Baaaack.

Huge thanks to my buddy and another guy who shall remain nameless.

You guy's rock.

I went through three meeces and two keyboards but I am back. It's gonna be four,but a mouse is cheap these days.

Ya gotta love friends.

Thank You guy's.
I currently have about a quarter mile of cables and shit spread across my bed, soon, a bunch of it will go away. Now I need to get one of those slim monitors. Christmas is coming, I'll get one for myself.

Oh. Fuck You ,Ben Dover,ya Right wing Cunt Wart.I ain't bending over for you or anyone else. I be a pitcher, not a catcher.
Thanks fer stopping by though. just remember, I can delete shit as fast as I find it.Fun is Fun and I have a sense of humor if ya can't tell.

Y'all have a nice day now.

Whoo Hoo! I don't have to wait twenty fucking minutes to get on line.

This is SO sweet.

What A Guy.

My buddy, who reads this blog, works with some high end computers and he asked a guy at work if he had one laying around. He said he needed a case and he would build me one. I just got off the phone with my friend, the guy brought in a case, is putting it together and hopefully by this time tomorrow, I will be cruising teh toobz again.
Dude, you know who you are,you fuckin' ROCK!!

Thank you from the bottom of my rotten little heart.

This Guy Is In Jail And Rumsfield, Yoo, AddingtonAnd Cheney Aren't?

This is how fucked up we are.
A guy gets five years after a plea bargain to dump a FIFTY year sentence for dealing seeds.
The Neocon bastards that started a war of convenience that killed a million people, women and children, walk around with body guards we are paying for.
WTF is wrong with this picture?



I call Bullshit and I still want to see BushCo in fucking jail.

H/T the always awesome DarkBlack. Get yer ass over there and see what a wicked sense of humor will do for ya.

DB? Yer the shit dude!

Thanks for being a friend my man.