Early Morning Mountains

This is a picture of the Olympic Mountains taken from my driveway yesterday morning. Clipped of course to remove the foreground clutter and reduced in size to post here, but you get the idea. The hot springs are up there. I have this fool idea that someday I will go up there with the right lady to share a pool with. Na, that isn’t going to happen. I’ve given up on that and seek happiness within. (not that I’m not willing to flirt with my wonderful lady friends on the web though). I’m sure that I’ve gotten too complex for most women to understand me anymore. Well, Helen does, but she lives next door and knows and appreciates me better than anyone else.
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Anyway, I needed a trip to the hot springs yesterday (a bad day at the hot springs is better than a good day around the monkeys, noise, traffic jams. Wait, there is no such thing as a bad day in the park at the springs) so I made a spur of the moment decision to go after fixing Helen’s breakfast and taking in some firewood for her. Made sure I had my cheap raincoat this time because the weather was so-so, but I didn’t need it.
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Arrived at the trailhead at ten am sharp, first time I’ve gone there that the parking lot was empty, not a soul in site. At 11:15 I was sitting in a wonderful warm pool being at one with the cosmos and drinking a Natural Lite and thinking the thoughts that are always in my head. Yeah, I know, only other really deep people can understand, or at least appreciate the deep end of my brain pool, lets just keep moving on.
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I was in the pool for an hour and fifteen minutes, it’s higher than the trail so I can look down on it, after about an hour a couple came up the trail, spotted me and I waved at them (no shit, I really am friendly, I just can’t stand small people, often referred to as christians) ((I’m not generalizing, insert your own fucking disclaimer)) (((And while you are at it, here are some extra periods and commas. …….,,,,,,,,, put them wherever the fuck you want to.))) LOL
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They stood on the trail talking to each other for a few minutes and then walked up toward the pool so that we could talk. They where from Portland, Oregon, and this was their first time here and wanted to know about the pools in the area. I explained that the one I was in (my favorite) was the last one that I knew of, and went on to tell them where the ones where that they had just passed.
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Then I invited them to join me because I always like to meet new people and share lives, trades, and experiences with others. That seemed like a great idea to them and they started toward the pool, until I mentioned that I was nude, I thought that it was only fair that they knew before they got there. He turned at looked at her and she vetoed it, whatever. They went to another pool. Different strokes for different folks I guess. Not like the young lady a few months ago that when I was done with the pool and had gotten dressed and was packing up came along. When I mentioned to that couple that had came to the pool that I always enjoyed company as long as they didn’t mind that I was nude she just stripped right in front of me and was fine with it. We talked for about ten minutes before I left, what is the big deal anyway?
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Just as I was fixing to leave and was packing up my gear a hiker came along and hiked up to talk to me. Turns out that he hikes the mountains a lot to get away from the monkeys. A retired physics scientist that worked for the government for years. So we walked back to the parking lot together having interesting conversations.
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At the parking lot a man and woman came over to me and wanted to know how far it was to the springs so I described to them how to get there, and that it was a one-hour walk. He was white appearing, she was a pretty oriental of some sort. He asked about if it was a nude place as they didn’t have suits with them. I replied that it was optional because many Americans have hang ups about such things, they just laughed and headed up the trail. It was a good day in the park
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So lets have some fun now being as I start each day intent on changing the world and having a hell of a lot of fun and the old timers here are waiting for me to tear into a shit for brains monkey. Tear him a new asshole. So lets talk about this little Fuck Wad that made a fake profile about me (that I see he has posted on other blogs also). I could have deleted that comment but as you know, I invite all comers. I wouldn’t think of deleting such a comment, the small minded monkeys have to have their little pleasures also you know. They think they are pulling off fast ones while in truth they are showing the rest of us what idiots they are.
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I’m sure I know who did that. None other than the Bathroom Hippo in blog land, a fucked up Christian attorney, he has done that before. I can piss off a Christian so fast it just proves the insanity in them. Keep in mind that when I say Christian that I’m generalizing. But fuck wads like that are what gives the rest of them a bad name. A few months ago I told him that he was a fucking idiot and he has had it out for me ever since, go figure. Geez, just tie a monkeys dick in a knot. *rolls eyes*
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He made a fake blog to draw me there just so he could call me a pervert but it backfired on him, that information is in some old posts. Of course I’m willing to flirt with the ladies some, everyone knows that.
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We have discussed sex, love, risque, porn, art, perverts and such things as that in past posts. If that fucking shit for brains idiot monkey doesn’t know where I’m at it is his problem. But I honor their visiting here, the small minded monkeys need their little joys also. Umm, have I mentioned yet that he is a fucking idiot?
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What is the difference between a hippo and an attorney? An attorney is the pond scum that the hippo has to wade through, nuff said. Disclaimer: I’m not talking about decent attorneys, just the pond scum. I am impressed with his skills though. I mean, to be able to masturbate with both hands while surfing the web and making fake blogs and profiles shows that he has a real ‘nose’ for the task. Well, all I have to say is, while I can appreciate his gift, he is still a fucking idiot, ah, but I repeat myself.
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And sometimes he sounds convincing, until he gets gleefully excited with his beautiful monkey masterpiece that he just created and starts jumping up and down in glee while beating the keyboard and mouse with his dick and accidentally sends the command “Publish Post”. Then we just see the monkey shit. Have I mentioned that he is a fucking idiot? I want to feel sorry for him but sometimes it’s just real hard to feel sorry for idiots. Those monkeys, they just like to fuck wit God. *rolls eyes* .. Have a nice day fuck wad, but remember, stupid people do not hang out in this blog, and your antics amuses them.
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They are so amusing, we like to talk risque but they (I didn’t say christians) practice it and show us how it is all done.
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Anyway, it’s dollar day at the laundromat, gotta get the skid marks out of my shorts. Try to avoid the insane Christians (insert your own fucking disclaimer). They are like stepping on fucking landmines. Boy, it sure gets interesting over here at Polly’s Honky Tonk Saloon and Whorehouse, doesn’t it? Love, Peace and Hugs. BBC
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A pastor wanted to raise money for his church and, on being told there was a fortune in horse racing, decided to buy one and enter it in the races. However, at the local auction, the going price for a horse was
so high that he ended up buying a donkey instead. He thought that since he had it he might as well go ahead and enter it in the race and, much to his surprise, the donkey came in third. The next day the local paper carried this headline:
PASTOR'S ASS SHOWS
The pastor was so pleased with the donkey that he entered it in the race again, and this time it won. The local paper read:
PASTOR'S ASS OUT FRONT
The Bishop was so upset with this kind of publicity that he ordered the pastor not to enter the donkey in another race. The next day, the local paper headline read:
BISHOP SCRATCHES PASTOR'S ASS
This was too much for the Bishop, so he ordered the pastor to get rid of the donkey. The pastor decided to give it to a nun in a nearby convent. The local paper, hearing of the news, posted the following headline the next day:
NUN HAS BEST ASS IN TOWN
The Bishop backfired. He informed the nun that she would have to get rid of the donkey, so she sold it to a farmer for ten dollars. The next day, the paper read:
NUN SELLS ASS FOR $10
This was too much for the Bishop, so he ordered the nun to buy back the donkey and lead it to the plains where it could run wild. The next days headlines read:
NUN ANNOUNCES HER ASS IS WILD AND FREE
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The Whole Earth Catalog…. I don’t recall that I have ever seen one, the last issue was in 1976. But friend Rick gave me his copy to look at the other day, it has a lot of interesting things in it.
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I want to knock up an Asian, but we’ll talk about that another day……
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Don't leave a comment if you are going to change your mind, ya pussy. It's why anonymous can't post here, well in part because of spam, but also because I don't like folks that hide and won't show their colors. I would never leave an anonymous comment anywhere, that would be below my dignity. If I can't show my true self somewhere, well, fuck it. Hugs of course.