Jack London

Hey, check the 9 Chickweed Lane comic today, good one.
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I just thought of Lilly Tomlin. Ringy dingy, ringy dingy. Boy, she was a hoot, we need comics like her back. There are serious things I could talk about but right now the world is so stressed out that we need more humor.
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It’s official, the most spiritual people are peaceful, fun loving, reasonably good at loving, risque, and, umm, perverts. LOL… Just kidding, lets say seductive, having a need that needs to be fulfilled.
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Quote of the day, provided by The Future Was Yesterday. I posted, “There are a bunch of perverts that read this blog. Some of them might even be (groan) Christians.” Yesterday shot back with, “If you want authenticity, they are the ones that can provide it, when it comes to "Christianity" and perverts.”
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I stopped at Beer Church for two beers Halloween eve (early evening). I was talking to a lady that was getting tanked up for a flight to Indonesia and was flying out in an hour. First there was a short flight from here to Seattle and a short layover, enough to visit a couple airport lounges, then a 13 hour flight on China Air to Bali. Her husband is working in Iraq and they are meeting there for some hanky panky, or something. She should be ‘aware’ by then, unless they serve booze on the flight. Do they still serve booze on flights? I haven’t been on an airplane for years. So I looked up Indonesia on Wikipedia just to refresh my memory. “Terrorism, linked to extreme Islamism, has been a critical challenge to the Indonesian Government since 2000. The most deadly attack came in 2002, killing 202 people, including 164 international tourists, in the resort town of Kuta, Bali.”…. It looks like there is a lot of turmoil there, not sure I would want to go there other than to see some of the historical sites and peaceful back country. And I can do that on the web.
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Jack London, interesting man. Lived life like I have by having many adventures and experiences, only he got famous doing so. I’ve read some of his works but didn’t know a lot about him, isn’t the web great for things like that?
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jack_London

I would rather be ashes than dust!
I would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry-rot.
I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet.
The function of man is to live, not to exist.
I shall not waste my days trying to prolong them.
I shall use my time.
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After God had finished the rattlesnake, the toad, and the vampire, he had some awful substance left with which he made a scab. A scab is a two-legged animal with a corkscrew soul, a water brain, a combination backbone of jelly and glue…….. LOL… He was talking about a scab, but it pretty much fits mankind.
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A friend over in Sequim, a very smart weird man, sent me a web address for a personality test.
http://memoriter.net/flash/test.html (Not really worth looking at)
I shot right back with….. Fuck man, what gave you the idea that I had any kind of a personality? LOL
He shot right back with….. Well, I had to forward that thing to SOMEBODY. (Too funny)
He is the moderator for the Thursday Conversation Café meetings, where they discuss interesting subjects, and never come to conclusions or agreements. I’ve been to a few of them but I have mixed feelings about them. I like meetings where you come to agreements and conclusions. Like I stand up and say “Yadda, yadda, mumble, mumble.” And everyone sits there in awe and says, “Oh wow, now I get it, thanks for explaining that, God.” But too often I have to sit there and say, “Man, I’m surrounded by fuckin’ idiots.” LOL (Hey, don’t think I haven’t done that)
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BSB…. I’ve lived all kinds of ways, from under the stars to in nice homes. In big and small towns. I’m not really into modern homes. I’m a country hick and like the ‘warmth’ of an old country home. To me there is just something fuzzy and loving about them. They just kind of wrap themselves around you, know what I mean? I bought my first home in my middle twenties. Don’t recall the address but it was up the hill on the last street in town, next to a doctors home. It wasn’t big and fancy, but it was a good place to raise the kids. Mornings where my special time alone, I would spend a couple of hours sitting at the window reading, drinking coffee, and looking down at ‘my’ town. I loved it up there, but then the wife found a much nicer one in town, it just wasn’t the same.
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Anyway, antiques. This area is full of good old country folks, settlers from way back, and their offspring. This area is full of antiques, only here they consider it their furniture. Well, maybe I’m not just an old country hick, maybe I’m just a bum.
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BSB (http://nancy40bsb.blogspot.com/) is very interesting, I really like her, shaved her head to raise money for a charity, bless her heart. I’ve heard that shaving your head is very interesting, that you can’t stop playing with it, fondling it. Hell, I would shave my head also, if it had a nipple on top of it. LOL
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So, Ann, the owner of the Beer Church I go to some, has this black tee-shirt that she seems quite fond of. I call it the fuck shirt. It basically says fuck everything from the post office to the government and work. The whole front of the shirt is fuck this and fuck that. Knowing her sense of humor, I wouldn’t be surprised if it also said ‘Fuck Me”.
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At the laundromat yesterday I spotted a brand new issue of the National Geographic’s Traveler special edition. 94 places rated best and worst, so I swiped it. :-) …… Austin, Texas is rated as The Best Little City in America. Not that it is little, but the author says that it seems little because of the way it operates. It does seem like a pretty cool town, I mean, with a city motto like “Keep Austin Weird”, gotta like that. It seems to be chuck full of honkytonks and music, weird (characters) people and other interesting things. But I wouldn’t move there, hell, I wouldn’t stand out, there is too much competition. Don’t tell Bush about the place, he’ll go screw it up, he can’t stand for folks to have fun.
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So this soft modelers clay I’m dinking around with is kind of interesting, not like a regular potters clay. It is expensive and comes in about half a dozen colors. But there are advantages to it for a guy like me. And it has some interesting properties. It doesn’t take a kiln to cure it, it doesn’t break easy, cuz I smacked a piece of it with a hammer to test that. You can drill, grind and cut it, and it is not unsafe to put in your mouth that I have found. No mention of it on their website anyway. It gets hard when cured, but is slightly flexible if not thick. It is more like a plastic than a clay. So the first thing I’m making with it is a custom fit ‘tray’ for making molds of my own mouth. Dental technicians call the thing they put the goop on to get a mold of your mouth a tray. The first one he tried to put in my mouth was too small, he said, “You have a big mouth.” I said, “No shit, I just never shut up.” LOL
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Boy, some of the ladies showing up on this blog are a real hoot. Hugs.
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Kerry shouldn’t have backed down. He said it wrong, but he is right in some ways. There are a lot of folks that join the service because they don’t have opportunities other places. There is some well educated folks in the services, and they are willing to educate anyone that wants to learn more. But fighting someone else’s war for Bush and capitalists is still just plain damn stupid. And I predict that country will remain havoc for years to come.
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Ha, ha, ha. Check out the Bad Tux’s post of “And white trash retirees wept... “
http://badtux.net/2006/11/and-white-trash-retirees-wept.html

G. W. Bush Exposed

Here is an interesting link. http://photobucket.com/
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Someone bitched on Scott’s blog about some swearing. Well I don’t trust self-righteous sanctimonious people that think swearing is a bad thing, they seem to support wars and greed and destruction of the planet. More often than not they are (groan) Christians.
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Azgoddess, so I couldn’t find the instructions for my atomic clock in this mess, but I noticed a little hole on the backside that said Reset beside it. So I pushed a paperclip in it, then pushed the Receive button, and now it is back on track. It had the date right, but it didn’t recognize daylight savings time for some reason, now it does, go figure. Hum, hole, Reset, maybe I should stick an ice pick in my ear?
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Govt. Tells Singles No Sex Till You're 30: If you're single and in your 20s, the federal government wants you to steer clear of sex. For the first time, the federal government is telling states they can use grant money to encourage adults as old as 29 to remain celibate until marriage. Those are the new rules of the Department of Health and Human Services' $50 million Abstinence Education Program. HHS officials say it's not a requirement -- just another option for states to combat what they call an alarming rise in out-of-wedlock births. A record 1.5 million babies were born to single mothers in 2004, according to the National Center for Health Statistics. More than half of them were born to women in their early 20s.
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Blah, blah, blah, on and on it went. I swear, can this government get any more stupid? Don’t have sex until you are thirty. What in the hell is with that? Some of your best sex is in your twenty’s. Or teens for some, I was a late starter myself, first sex when I was twenty. Hell, if I had waited until I was thirty I would still be trying to make up for ten lost years. Wait, I am still trying to make up for ten lost years, the last ten. LOL… Kid’s don’t worry much about morals, I wish I didn’t, ah, to be a kid again. Na, the only thing to do is to neuter children so that they can’t make kids in the back seats of Chevy’s and Fords. Then they can have fun without the mess. Un-neuter them after they have proven that they are ready to be responsible adults capable of having children. That would be at, umm, about fifty?
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Paris… Nothing happened to turkey day, I love this season, I love turkey, pumpkin pie, mashed potatoes and gravy, good friends and company (and some booze), things like that, this is my favorite eating time of the year. I bought bigger pants today. LOL (Juz kidding)
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BSB said, “LOL BBC I don't know where you come up with these jobs..but they are hilarious!!! ;-)”…. Oh, Hon, you wouldn’t believe the shit that is in my head. :-) … I’ll bet it looks a lot like yours, only with hair on it. LOL… Yup, I’ll bet your head is just as weird as mine. Actually, Helen’s dresser isn’t at all like yours, it’s just got a plain mirror on it, and I wouldn’t think of taking it from such a wonderful old woman even though she would gladly give it to me if I asked for it. But I bet that you would drool over her hope chest from the thirty’s. :-) …. Hell, the kitchen stove that she heats her home with is older than you are. BTW, your students have better witches than that, wanna see one? LOL…. You’re cute in your uniform.
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Lusty, I’ve said it before and I will say it again. The past and our history and its ruts through time and space is full of monkey shit. Stop reading that old shit and trying to understand it, there are no answers there. The future is forward damn it. Look ahead, not back, only then will you start to understand. Start frigging thinking for yourself.
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Gracie, yes I did chill. Sure, I’m having a ball with the clay. I knead it and fondle it, and, umm, well, I don’t kiss it. :-). But it’s pretty interesting stuff, I’m sure I will come up with some interesting things to do with it, after I learn all the things I can’t do with it. That is how inventors and creators go about those things, learning from our mistakes. But right now I’m more interested in a spray gun I’m modifying to spray the foam in the cans that you can buy anywhere.
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I thought I would get that done today but it didn’t work out that way. Two coffee cans of brass fittings and I didn’t have the one I needed. So went to town for the right one. Only to discover that I don’t have a ¼ inch pipe tap. I must have one somewhere, hell, I have special tools I will never use again. Hell, I have special tools that I have never used for the first time. Hell, I have invented special tools and many others have used them, but I haven’t. I just like to do things like that.
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While I was in town I went over to pay my pickup insurance. My insurance agent, who has to act like this nice upright citizen, came out of his office to talk to me for a bit. Said that he really enjoyed the emails I send him. I don’t send him that many anymore since starting a blog, only jokes, as his company filters out anything with graphics in them. He said that they don’t like porn on their servers. Porn? What in the hell has that got to do with risque and having some fun? I told him all the ‘porn’ is on my blog if he wants to be amused. But if he is looking for an exposed vagina he won’t find it here. Hell, there is more risque at the local community theatre than there is here. That’s one reason why I love live performances, smirk.
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Stolen from Spaceweather.com
SPOOKY ASTRONOMY: Today is a date of astronomical interest: it's a cross-quarter date, midway between an equinox and a solstice. There are four cross-quarter dates throughout the year, and each is a minor holiday. One is Groundhog Day (Feb. 2nd), another is May Day (May 1st), the third is Lammas Day (Aug. 1st), and the fourth...? Happy Halloween!
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So, folks, just like most holidays, Halloween ends up being a holiday that is supposed to appease the spirits to ensure the village that the crops won't wither and be eaten by the Devils. And knowing those wacky Druids, I bet they sacrificed a few of the village hosehounds to the bonfire (I know most traditions call for virgin sacrifice, but the Irish were probably a bit more frugal.)
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Anyway, originally called Samhain (pronounced sow-in), it became Hallowmas once the Christians took over the land and tried, rather unsuccessfully, to rid the people of their Pagan practices.
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Anyway, the most interesting part of the Samhain festival was that the town jester was afforded the pleasure of all the village women who remained alive. So, in keeping with that tradition, please email me nude pictures of all the women you have ever met so that I may pick from the lot and pork a few-- selflessly in the interest of keeping humanity alive and fed. …. Historically,
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Anyway, be peaceful, get laid and stop making bombs, hugs. BBC

I voted yesterday

Not that I had any good choices. We do mail in voting here, I filled mine out and took it to the courthouse yesterday. You have to be very careful and do the forms properly, or they get chucked, but I have no idea what happens to it after they get it. I suppose it is possible that if the person checking it didn’t like the way I was voting that he/she could just dump it in the trash?
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Hum, it seems that my atomic clock has become an idiot.
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What kinds of books do ‘weird’ guys have? This ‘weird’ guy anyway. Science and Physics books of course. How to books.
A couple of handyman’s pocket references.
The Bridge Across Forever. (Still my favorite love story)
I’m Okay, You’re a Freak.
Juz kidding…. I’m Okay, You’re Okay.
I Ain’t Much Baby-But I’m All I’ve Got.
Think On These Things.
The Peter Principle.
A Curmudgeon’s Garden Of Love.
Surely Your Joking Mr. Feynman.
Careers For Environmental Types & Others Who Respect The Earth.
Dave Berry Turns Forty.
The World Treasury of Modern Religious Thought.
A number of James Michener books, including The Source, but I haven’t read it yet.
Things like that.
A Bible? Ha, ha, ha. For that, go here. http://sinfest.net/
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The dental tech that made my teeth would shit if he saw what I’ve been doing to them. LOL. Guess I won’t go back, he might make me stand in the corner.
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He, he, he. Scott Adams is a coward. Well, not really, but he can’t show everyone his whole brain like I can, or am willing to. He has to show a certain amount of respectability on his blog, to sell his books and such you know. He had a post of ‘Bad Day at Work.’ He was talking about how things like drinks are always being spilled on him. Only this time when they where out the drinks got spilled on his new wife’s lap. He didn’t allow my comment, being a nice respectable blog ya know, but I’m sure that he privately enjoyed it. Geez, all I said was, “She had sweet syrupy stuff between her legs? What did you have for dessert?” Snort.
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So I was in the crafts section of Jo Ann’s fabrics the other day looking for materials to make a new lover with……… No….. Wait….. Forget I said that….. There are a bunch of perverts that read this blog. Some of them might even be (groan) Christians. LOL…. Stick around until Easter folks, I’ll post the Easter Dick for you. :-) Anyway, I found some neat soft modeling clay that you can mold and then heat to 160 degrees in an oven for a half-hour and it hardens. I’ve been experimenting with it some.
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So, it’s Halloween, I’m going to lie low and chill out. Have a great day folks.

Buck Fush

Bah, Blooger isn't load photo's this evening, and I so wanted to bash Bush. Well, lets see what else I have here.

Chantilly lace
Hello, baaaaby!
Yeah, this is the big bopper speakin’
Ha ha ha ha ha! oh, you sweet thing!
Do I what? will I what?
Oh baby, you knoooow what I like!

Chantilly lace and a pretty face and a ponytail hangin’ down
A wiggle in her walk and a giggle in her talk
Make the world go ’round, round, round
Ain’t nothing in the world like a big eyed girl
To make me act so funny, make me spend my money
Make me feel real loose like a long necked goose
Like a--oh baby, that’s a-what I like!

What’s that, baby?
But... but... but... oh, honey!
Oh baby, you know what I like!

Chantilly lace and a pretty face and a ponytail hangin’ down
A wiggle in her walk and a giggle in her talk
Makes the world go ’round, round, round
Ain’t nothing in the world like a big eyed girl
To make me act so funny, make me spend my money
Make me feel real loose like a long necked goose
Like a--oh baby, that’s a-what I LIKE!

The Trail

A picture of the sign at the parking lot at the trail I use. And a picture of a falls near the hot springs, taken from the bridge I was standing on to get the shot.
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Jlee, I’m sorry hon, but I can’t visit your blog anymore. That fucking media player just won’t let me. I know that it’s all cool and wonderful on the web, but that doesn’t mean blogs should be loaded with it all. Many folks that would like visit blogs can’t because they don’t have the high tech programs and bandwidth. Some folks have to spend their money on food and things like that. They won’t complain to you, just move on. Just saying.
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Lusty, of course I’m not drunk all the time, I do way to many things to be drunk all the time. But I’m willing to try anything once, so if you will send a small contribution to……… Look, I know that I’m complex, if you want to try to understand me better read “Surely Your Joking Mr. Feynman.” If you know about him you know that he was a noble prize winning scientist, and a sort of crackpot, or crackup. Hell, he visited topless bars as much as seven nights a week, but his wife was English, not a prude like many American women. Not that I would visit a topless bar that often, seems like it would get pretty boring. But that man is an idol to me, I can so relate to him. He died in 1988 BTW, not long after proving what caused the Challenger disaster.
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One of the guys I golf with called and cancelled on us Saturday. So I called someone else and he said, "Let me check with my wife and I'll call you back. What time is best to call?" I said, "Call anytime except for between 11:00 and 11:03 because that's the time I make love to my wife." (That is a joke, I don’t have a wife, but I’m willing to donate three minutes to a good cause in case there is any ladies in need out there. LOL)

A notorious womanizer left a trail of broken hearts behind him, until he betrayed the wrong woman: a practicing witch. The morning after she had caught ICE-Man with another girl, he awoke with an itchy bump in the middle of his forehead. ICE-Man thought it was a pimple, but it continued to grow ridiculous proportions throughout the day. In a panic, ICE-Man sought the advice of a physician who examined the man and ran tests on the strange tissue. By now, the bump was three inches long, and starting to take an oddly familiar shape. "What is this thing growing out of my head Doctor?", asked ICE-Man. "We've run every test we know to confirm the findings," he said gravely, "but they all tell us the same thing. The bump in your forehead is developing into a fully grown penis."
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"I can't believe this! Isn't there anything you can do?" pleaded a distraught ICE-Man. "I'm afraid not. The base of the new penis is attached to your frontal lobe and removing it would kill you." "I'll be a freak! No woman will come near me!" cried ICE-Man. "There's more," said the Doctor. "You're going to experience vision problems." "No! No! Are you saying I'll be blind, too?" screamed the ICE-Man. "No, you'll just have trouble seeing with testicles hanging in front of your eyes."
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"I have found little that is good about human beings. In my experience most of them are trash." -Sigmund Freud
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"The brotherhood of man is not a mere poet's dream; it is a most depressing and humiliating reality." -Oscar Wilde
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And now we have George Bush. *Sigh*…. Oh well, make the best of your day anyway, hugs. BBC

Pretty Picture

This image from NASA's Spitzer Space Telescope shows the scattered remains of an exploded star named Cassiopeia A. Spitzer's infrared detectors 'picked' through these remains and found that much of the star's original layering had been preserved. In this false-color image, the faint, blue glow surrounding the dead star is material that was energized by a shock wave, called the forward shock, which was created when the star blew up. The forward shock is now located at the outer edge of the blue glow. Stars are also seen in blue. Green, yellow and red primarily represent material that was ejected in the explosion and heated by a slower shock wave, called the reverse shock wave. (AP Photo/NASA)
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It may well be a false-color picture, but it is in line with what we see coming from the Hubbell, sure is pretty isn’t it? All that cosmic sexual debris blowing up, interesting.
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For Your Eyes Only ….. A woman, standing nude, looks in the bedroom mirror and says to her husband, "I feel horrible, I look fat and ugly. Please pay me a compliment."…… The husband replies, "Your eyesight's damn near perfect." …… He never heard the shot ...
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Boy, I notice that a link to my blog is starting to show up on a lot of other blogs. Hey, what the fuck did I do? Hell, I haven’t even got to the serious stuff yet. I’m a sneaky bastard you know, I understand evolution, I understand that we have to work up to this. And have some fun along the way.
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I see that a certain extreme right wing Christian nutcase that believes she is more intelligent and superior to ALL men lost both of her blogs while switching to Blogger beta. By God, I guess beta is betta. LOL…. The world seems like a warmer more fuzzy place this morning. But she is so intelligent that she backed up her blog before switching, right? It’s like I keep saying, back-up, back-up, back-up, I know that it takes some time, but why risk losing everything? Which in her case was nothing anyway. Na, she just fucked up and clicked on the wrong command, and her new blog is just more insane blathering also. Does it seem to you like the sun will be a little brighter today? Really, she didn’t have any sense of humor, thought that all us that visit a certain blog are a bunch of perverts instead of just fun loving folks that like a little risque and LUSTY stuff. Turned around a lot of things we said and made them seem ugly, and kept putting us all down. I can’t fathom why she even visited there, she never joined in the fun with us, only kept trying to convert the owner of the blog. She never talked about love, gave anyone a hug, or anything like that. Have I mentioned that the world seems like a nicer place today?
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I believe I will hike to the hot springs today, have a great Sunday everyone. Love, Peace, and Hugs. BBC

Free The Bell

People that know me personally know that I don’t always agree to do things the way they might want me too, I’ve had to train more than one boss. One winter (about five years ago) I spent a month ringing a bell for the Salvation Army, my station was at the post office. Most of you I suppose have seen the bell ringers in your area, they stand there looking stupid, trying to smile, and ring themselves into boredom, and pretty much drive everyone nuts. They show you an indoctrination movie before you start on your post that tells you how you are to ‘behave’. Yeah, right, but I like to break the rules. LOL. I like to be creative and have some fun, include the others.
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So after a few days I got tired of standing there looking stupid and started being creative. One of the first things I did was to take a little cardboard box and some coat hangers and make a jail. It was a real hoot, everyone loved it. Kids would put money in the pot so they could take the bell out of jail for a minute to ring it. I did all kinds of things, I had a bell family of different size bells for a while, I had musical bells, only the music came from a little music box that I had taken out of a stuffed dog, a swinging bell, a ghost bell, a bashful bell, I even hung a bell once. I don’t recall all the antics I pulled, but some folks started coming by everyday just to be amused by what I was up to. I did everything but ring that fucking bell very much, and I got lots of compliments for not doing it, it was a blast.
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The major in charge at the time was wise enough to keep his mouth shut and let me do what I wanted to do because I was bringing nice pots of money back. Near the end of the month they came out with some white bells that had the Salvation Army written on them. Hey, don’t tell anyone that I kept one of those bells. LOL
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Why are women always upset with Men? Men are one of the few things that can gain 8 inches in 5 minutes and lose it all 3 minutes later.
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Why did God give women arms? Do you have any idea how long it would take to lick a bathroom clean? [Hey, there is a joke about men first, so it’s even. :-)]
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So I picked up Jon yesterday and we went to the food bank to load up my pickup with goodies to take to the Friday night Friendship dinner, and the Teen Center. After unloading at the church Jon had to go to the front office for a few minutes so I went to take a crap. The stall was locked, seemed odd for that time of day as there usually isn’t anyone in the church at noon. So I looked under the divider and there was some Neanderthal passed out on the floor. We called 911, they can deal with it better, you never know how a drunk or druggy is going to react to being disturbed. Or maybe it was someone that really needed paramedics, so it’s just best to call.
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They are setting up a new teen center, in an old hotel/bar location, Jon gave me a tour of the place. It has possibilities, he is working at getting equipment in the kitchen area as most of it had been removed. I’m thinking that I may get involved some as I like to cook breakfasts in those kind of places. “Hi pal, how ya want your frigging eggs?” Or, “This isn’t Burger King you dumb shit, you get it my way or you don’t get the son of a bitch. LOL… But for now I’m going to tackle this pineapple upside down cake. :-)
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A woman goes to see her podiatrist. She says, "Doc, I just got back from a few weeks in the Bahamas. The weather was so great I spent most of the days just lying on the sand. But the strangest thing happened. Whenever a good looking guy came by, I would get this strange tingling sensation between my toes." The podiatrist thought this was kind of unusual and examined her. He asked her if she had this sensation between all of her toes. She replied, "Actually no, just between my 2 big toes."
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So I stopped at Beer Church to see what was going on yesterday evening, they are having Karaoke five nights a week now, so that is cool. But I had a full day so didn’t stick around for it. Carol was bartending, she is a really cool lady. She was wearing a black sweater with the buttons undone down as far as possible, and a black bra, on purpose of course. We love each other (sort of), and have fun doing some things together. She can look right into my eyes while we are talking, right into my eyes and soul. She walked by, put her arm around me, and patted me on the butt. Oh man, this gal is so hot. She is so…… so…… twenty-six. Ah damn, I would be stupid enough to give myself rules and boundaries.
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Hey, I’m no more weird than this fruitcake. LOL
http://wwwt-spot.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-had-to-get-away-from-that-last-post.html

One of my readers

One of my readers lives just twenty miles from me. She lives over in Victoria, Canada. But that doesn’t mean that we will ever meet. I’ve never bothered to take my boat or the ferry over there, and I have no idea if she ever comes here or not. Its always interesting meeting folks that you know from on line though. The picture is a lady that I met on ICQ or Yahoo, I don’t recall which now. She was in Port Angeles one day so called me and we met for coffee and some chat. But as I said, bloggers seem more secretive. Many of them don’t even appear to be who/what they say they are it seems.
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Laura Bush bought "Dubya" a parrot for his birthday. She told Dick Cheney, "The bird is so smart! George has already taught him to mispronounce over 200 words!" "Wow, that's pretty impressive," Cheney said. "But you realize that he just 'says' the words. He doesn't understand what they mean." "That's okay," Laura replied. "Neither does the parrot."
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Nick seems to think that Lusty is stalking me. I don’t see that at all. We like each other, we are pals, we check each other blogs often and leave comments. I think that she is cool, and she thinks that I am weird. Well, whatever, it’s still all good isn’t it? Just don’t anyone say anything nasty about Lusty, God will wipe their ass with a bench grinder, and everyone knows how good I am at that.
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How sweet of Helen. I print all of my blog entries and take them over for her to read, she loves them. After reading that I needed a new wallet she went out and looked for a long time for one that she thought I would like. To know Helen is to know how much she hates shopping, so it’s hard to tell you how special it is to me that she did that. The first thing she wanted me to do was to put all the stuff from my old wallet in it. To hell with that, the first thing I did was give her a big hug.
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WASHINGTON (AP) - Defense Secretary Donald H. Rumsfeld said Thursday that anyone demanding deadlines for progress in Iraq should "just back off," because it is too difficult to predict when Iraqis will resume control of their country. …..Screw him, the man is an idiot.
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A political enemy once accused Abraham Lincoln of being two-faced. Abe laughed and said, "Now, do
you think that if I had another face I'd be wearing this one?"

Cosmic Sex

Cosmic sex sure is pretty isn’t it?
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Azgoddess….. Let’s assume that it wasn’t women like you that screwed me over, and turned me into being cranky about some of them. And thanks for the hug Hon, if you didn’t live so far away I would drop by and take you out dancing.
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If fear is the ultimate enemy of freedom, Iraq is the least free society on earth. -Ramsey Clark
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I’m Buddhist because I never thought God would never love and accept the person I am. (Boy, Buddhists sure are weird)
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A girl says to an Indian salesman, "I'm not sure if I should buy a sweatshirt or a windbreaker." He says, "Well, that depends. Are you gonna sweat, or are you gonna break wind?"
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Choo…. Choo…..Choo….. I’m a frigging train, I’m taking fresh strawberries from Southern California to Seattle. I hope to hell I get them there before September. Anyone that is so delusional as to think that trains will be making a big comeback is just a muttering fool. They can serve useful purposes, but fast on time delivery over long distances with fresh foods isn’t one of them. That’s why the trucking industry got so big, it is much faster and more efficient. And the taxpayers do not have to support and bail them out like they do the railroads at times. If a trucking company fails, that’s just too bad, there is another there to fill the void. My load from hell was a load of greenhouse plants from St. Helen’s in Oregon to five drops in the Carolinas. Just what I wanted to do, work my ass off to get them delivered so I could get another load for the week-end only to have my dispatcher screw around and leave me sitting in Cowpens, South Carolina for three days.
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Gabberflasted: the state of being speechless due to someone else talking too much. (Who? Me? LOL)
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Ok, it's official. I'm getting old. The other day I was walking back to my car from the grocery store. Coming into the store was this smoking hot 19, maybe 20 year old, blonde. I mean she was hot. My thought? "I wonder what her mother looks like."
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Lusty, you are not going to learn anything good about politics from Jennifer, she has so much monkey crap in her head that she is just like a pot of gray soup, the fear is that you may start sounding like her. If you want good political advice ask Azgoddess, Peacechick Mary, or the Tux. Anyone but her and the Hippo.
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"acually, i didn't think bbc was real at first. I thought jlee made him up. I even congratulated her on a fine job. she assured me nope, it wasn't her. why i thought that was because he appeared suddenly sort of out of nowhere. & his location on site meter dosen't match where he says he lives & he was a new blog. & jlee was showing up on his blog."
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I don't recall how I first came across your blog Lusty, but you where more fun then than now. Those Republican Christians are getting to you I’m afraid, hell, you're even quoting the bible some. My location on site meter doesn’t match where I say I live? I don't know what you mean by that. You have a computer, blog me or look me up in the white pages. I may be the most transparent person you know online. You can find my phone number, my address, anything you want to know about me. Hiding and tricking others is for pussy's like the Hippo. :-)
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"I'm symied."… Yes, I think you must be, you have people at your blog like Hippo and Jennifer that are trying to suck you along with them. Remember Lusty, they are Christian Republicans, or something like that, enough said.
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A little boy walks into his parents' room to see his mom on top of his dad bouncing up and down. The mom sees her son and quickly dismounts, worried about what her son has seen. She dresses quickly and goes to find him. The son sees his mom and asks, "What were you and Dad doing?" The mother replies, "Well, you know your dad has a big tummy and sometimes I have to get on top of it and help flatten it." "Your wasting your time," said the boy. "Why is that?" the mom asked puzzled. "Well when you go shopping the lady next door comes over and gets on her knees and blows it right back up."
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Okay, so now I’m going to get pissy about a piss head in case you want to stop reading.
So Bathroom Hippo set up a fake blog and is now calling me a pervert and stalker just because I visited it and left a couple of comments. See, that is one of the things wrong with this country, it has too many idiot attorneys in it with time to do nothing other than cause trouble. It’s like a man from England I was talking to a few months ago said, "This country has too many lawyers in it." Just because I visit a blog and leave a couple of comments, maybe a compliment, or do a little teasing, doesn’t make me a stalker, it simply makes me a visitor. Any sane person can see that a person shouldn’t be called a stalker unless they are asked not to visit and leave comments. But I’m not saying that all the attorneys in this country are sane. It’s like it says on my coffee cup, "I’m surrounded by fuckin’ idiots." Rickey racer x man, you tell'em buddy.
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Here is the site:
http://heather119er.blogspot.com/
Here are the comments I left: "It looks like this will be a cool blog Hon. Rock on. I've been to Billings a number of times. Lived in the Hamilton area for four years. Montana wasn't for me but there sure is some things to like about it. Have a great blogging adventure. Hugs." "Yea Willie, I sang On The Road Again the other night at Karaoke. Willie rocks."
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You be the judge, does anything I said make me look like a pervert or stalker? Are the others that left comments there also stalkers? Stupid attorney, acting like a nice guy on Lusty’s blog but it turns out that he is just a dick head, it just took me to bring it out. For an attorney he sure seems to have a lot of free time to screw around in blogs. I think I will feel sorry for the folks he is supposed to be working for. I swear, he doesn’t know that if he fucks wit God that he will get his as wiped with a bench grinder. I’m surrounded by fuckin’ idiots. LOL
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Have a great day everyone. BBC

The Only Reason

I swiped that postcard from the link at the bottom of this post. LOL
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One hundred years from now, it will not matter what my bank account was, how big my house was, or what kind of car I drove. But the world may be a little better, because I was important in the life of a child.
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Paris, thanks for the help, but it’s not as simple as deleting my profile picture and posting another. Hell, I could have done that before a nap. :-)
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BAGHDAD, Iraq (AP) - Two weeks before U.S. midterm elections, American officials unveiled a timeline Tuesday for Iraq's Shiite-led government to take specific steps to calm the world's most dangerous capital and said more U.S. troops might be needed to quell the bloodshed.
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Those idiots just can’t make up their minds can they? And now the Republicans are trying to scare everyone with ads about terrorism. Hell, if it wasn’t for them I don’t that problem would be here. At least it wouldn’t be as bad as they have made it.
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I started to get into what could have become a heated argument/discussion on Lusty’s blog, but decided to opt out. I don’t feel like fussing with politicians, Christians, and lawyers right now. They can blow smoke up each others butts without me. LOL
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Do drunken old perverts become Philosophers? Or, do Philosophers become drunken old perverts? As near as I can tell, yes. And when they get old enough, and wise enough, they stop having anything to do with the women that sent them there. But I haven’t jumped off that cliff yet. Being the fucking idiot I am I keep holding out hope that ‘she’ is also looking for me. Shows you how stupid I am.
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Making good hotcakes and waffles. Back when I had more or less of a family. That being two kids raising two kids, I liked to make Sunday breakfast for us at times. Yes, I can be domestic, and I did all the vacuuming, I like to vacuum. My favorite meal to make was waffles, eggs, and bacon or sausage. Or omelets with fried potatoes, and such. I can’t make waffles like Grandma did of course, I don’t take the time to make them from scratch and fold in beat up egg whites like she did. But after years of experimenting this works pretty well. I start with Krusteaz pancake mix. I nuke water or beer to make it almost hot. I add a little fresh baking soda and a few squirts of lemon juice to help activate it. Often I will add some nutmeg. I make the mix pretty thin, it is going to thicken up. I set it on a warm spot for about an hour to work, often on top of my coffee maker. Don’t stir it after that, just start pouring and cooking, its time to pig out, yum, yum.
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So my dad was having "that" conversation with me when I was about 12 or 13. He said that if you masturbate you’ll go blind. I said, "I’m over here, Dad..."
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I got a roof over the outside loveseat just in time. Now I will put a couple of sides on it to break the wind on cool days. I have already installed a window on the one side, cuz I’ve gots lots of shit like windows here ya know. In fact I broke the first window (fucking hammer), and I had to dig out another one. I’ll post a picture of it after I get it more or less done.
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BEIJING (Reuters) - Humans are stripping nature at an unprecedented rate and will need two planets' worth of natural resources every year by 2050 on current trends, the WWF conservation group said on Tuesday. "For more than 20 years we have exceeded the earth's ability to support a consumptive lifestyle that is unsustainable and we cannot afford to continue down this path," WWF Director-General James Leape said, launching the WWF's 2006 Living Planet Report. "If everyone around the world lived as those in America, we would need five planets to support us," Leape, an American, said in Beijing. Blah, blah, blah.….. Yes, but does anyone really care? Besides just a few of us that is. It seems to me like every time someone wants to go do something they just hop in a car and go do it. Or fly all over the world.
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Well, Nick. I checked her blog again, it’s just an endless political Christian rant defending what she believes. There is little humor on it and I don’t agree with her views, so I see no point in my visiting it anymore. Like I said, she is a prude. But if you think that she is fun, well, to each his own. Have fun with her then. Being as she loves her God so much, ask her if she would like to have sex with God. Maybe she wants you to make her boobies happy. :-)
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Did you know that it’s not so hard to spot the most intelligent well-adjusted people, sure you do, you just forget about it is all, think about it, they don’t get offended if you insult them a little. Just tell them that they are an idiot. That perks them right up, they think, “Ah, here is a person worthy of my time to discuss things with.” Smart people enjoy being challenged and questioned.
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I think that I’ve gotten pretty damn smart about some things. Why, I’m so damn smart that I recognize the extent of my own ignorance. :-)
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There is some sad stuff at this site, but there is some funny stuff also. Have a great day everyone.
http://postsecret.blogspot.com/

Helen's Ramp

I guess I will make an evening post to show Helen’s new ramp.
Bob and Laurel Ann gave me the used decking off of their ramp after having it replaced, it’s very nice decking with a textured surface on it. Just had some bad edges so I trimmed to good material. I was able to make Helen a nice ramp for only fifteen bucks. She is tickled pink with it. Now if I can just get a little nice weather to paint it.
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Not that you can read it, but there is a sign in the window of her door. It reads, “The Cat and it’s housekeeper lives here.”

Like the idea of anarchy? An Online Research Center on the History and Theory of Anarchism can be found at the link below. Azgoddess posted it on Minou’s blog. Take it for what it is worth to you.
http://dwardmac.pitzer.edu/anarchist_archives/

Lisa Still Loves Dick

It’s only an hours walk to the hot springs AZ. In beautiful mountains, I don’t mind it, if alone I have my thoughts and nature, if with someone, there is always something to talk about, the time always seems to go fast. But don’t tell ol-whats-his-name I was up there naked with his wife. LOL
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Speaking of ICQ and Yahoo Messenger, while I never did go to a convention, I did meet some of the folks I had met on line. At the time I was trucking and often got to their towns, and a few of them came to meet me. It was all a wonderful experience. And I used to do a chat site, we had a great group there until they closed down the site. I’m only in contact with one of those old friends these days, life keeps moving on and changing you know.
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Mothers are fonder than fathers of their children because they are more certain they are their own. –Aristotle
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Well, I hate to think of a world like this, but you might check out this site on space wars.
http://people.howstuffworks.com/ref/space-war.htm
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Nick, Nick, Nick.... You know that you are wasting your time trying to tell that woman anything. She hasn't got a life past her job and her political right wing Christian blog. That seems to be all she talks about, save your energies for other things. Give it up pal.
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The kindergarten class had settled down to its coloring books. Willie came up to the teacher's desk and said, "Miss Francis, I ain't got no crayons." "Willie," Miss Francis said, "you mean, "I don't have any crayons.' You don't have any crayons. We don't have any crayons. They don't have any crayons. Do you see what I'm getting at?" "Not really," Willie said, "What happened to all the fucking crayons?"
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Little Van is approached by the lifeguard at the public swimming pool. "You're not allowed to pee in the pool," said the lifeguard. "I'm going to report you." "But everyone pees in the pool," said Little Van. "Maybe," said the lifeguard, "but not from the diving board."
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"When you get married and have a kid, you can't do all those things you wanted to do as a young existentialist of seventeen or eighteen... like kill yourself." -Al Rae
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Existentialist: A philosopher who emphasizes freedom of choice and personal responsibility but who regards human existence in a hostile universe as unexplainable.
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Your job is to choose what kind of day you are going to have. Today I can complain because the weather is rainy or I can be thankful that the grass is getting watered for free. Today I can feel sad that I don't have more money or I can be glad that my finances encourage me to plan my purchases wisely and guide me away from waste. Today I can grumble about my health or I can rejoice that I am alive. Today I can lament over all that my parents didn't give me when I was growing up or I can feel grateful that they allowed me to be born. Today I can cry because roses have thorns or I can celebrate that thorns have roses. Today I can mourn my lack of friends or I can excitedly embark upon a quest to discover new job relationships. Today I can whine because I have to go to work or I can shout for joy because I have a job to go to! Today I can complain because I have to go to school or eagerly open my mind and fill it with knowledge and adventure. Today I can dejectedly murmur because I have housework to do or I can feel grateful for shelter for my mind, body and soul.
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Today stretches ahead of me, waiting to be shaped, and here I am, the sculptor who gets to do the shaping. What today will be like is up to me. And I shall decide what kind of day I shall have!"…. And then some motherfucker is going to come along and fuck it up for me. LOL
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23-year-old metropolitan, Johnny Slick parks his brand-new BMW M3 Coupe in front of the office, ready to show it off to his colleagues. As he gets out, a truck comes along too close to the curb and completely tear's off the driver's side door. Johnny immediately grabs his mobile phone and dials 911. Five minutes later, a policeman pulls up. Before the policeman has a chance to ask any questions, Johnny begins screaming and ranting hysterically. His car, which he had just picked up the day before, was now completely ruined and would never be the same, no matter how the body shop tried to make it new again. Johnny Slick finally winds down from his rant, the policeman shaking his head in disgust and disbelief:
"I can't believe how materialistic you city types are," he says. "You're so focused on your possessions that you don't notice anything else." "How can you say such a thing?" Johnny asks arrogantly. The policeman replies, "Didn't you know that your right arm is missing from the elbow down? It must have been torn off when the truck hit you!" "Dang it! " Johnny screams..."Where's my Rolex?!?"
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What if God was all of us? That is what I contend.
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People that spend all their time engrossed in politics and trying to fix things that way, or defending that stupid system, are delusional and have no life.
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I was going to change the picture in my profile, but haven’t figured out how to yet. Maybe after a nap.
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When everything seems to be going against you, remember the airplane takes off against the wind, not with it. - Henry Ford
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That is Life. My memory's not as sharp as it used to be. Also, my memory's not as sharp as it used to be. Know how to prevent sagging? Just eat till the wrinkles fill out. I'm getting into swing dancing. Not on purpose. Some parts of my body are just prone to swinging. It's scary when you start making the same noises as your coffeemaker. These days about half the stuff in my shopping cart says, "For fast relief." Don't think of it as getting hot flashes. Think of it as your inner child playing with matches. Don't let aging get you down. It's too hard to get back up.!
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Remember: You don't stop laughing because you grow old, You grow old because you stop laughing.

This and That

Nick, whatever L_G is saying she is, here is my theory. She wouldn’t be hanging out with the likes of us if she was really a die hard Christian. But we are more fun than they are. Aren’t we? I think she is looking for a stud muffin to have a good time with so she can toss her bible in the dumpster and get on with having a wonderful life with someone. Yup, she wants a guy like me to make her breasts happy. That’s my story and I’m sticking with it. :-)
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An original quote (I think) by BBC: Our perception of our intelligence is an allusion, and our wisdom leaves a lot to be desired.
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Was Lusty being bitchy? I guess I hadn’t noticed, hell, I’ve lived around women all my life that get bitchy at times, I just accept or tune some of it out.
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The Future Was Yesterday blog said, “"You're only young once. You can be immature forever."…. Well, we need to honor the child in us in safe and harmless ways. Being silly on our blogs at times is a good way of doing that.
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Spotted on a ladies blog was a statement that she thought a blog was a great way to share things in writing, the written word. I agree. Sitting at my keyboard with just my thoughts is how I like to say some things, and share them with others. I prefer to not talk about spirituality, politics and things like that one on one, or when out in public. I just want to bullshit and enjoy myself when around others.
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But, OB (Bob) hiked to the hot springs with me yesterday, and while walking back to the parking lot we did get into that some. He is anti-christian but stated that he couldn’t figure out what the truth really is. I said “That is because you don’t listen to me.” He agreed, so I explained some of it to him, that all of creation is a result of sexual energies, and how it happened, that we are God in evolution, things like that. It seemed to clear up some things in his mind.
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And then we got to talking about the Kinetics Festival in Port Townsend, and decided that we should go next year for the whole week-end. Even build a racer together, I have some unique ideas about how to build one, like a sprag clutch system instead of all the chains and gears. So we may do that. As for the day at the hot springs, it was a wonderful day. He brought along a six pack of Zima Orange beer, I had two of my light beers and a small bottle of Peppermint Schnapps. Most of our talking was just bullshitting and enjoying the day.
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He lives with and cares for his invalid mother that may not be here much longer. She wants her ashes to go to a warm place so that she will never be cold again. He has also been holding back on doing anything with his fathers ashes, he wanted them scattered on a mountain. Well we have just the place for that, we’ll take both of them up there and have a fine service. Maybe take two six packs of Zima. LOL
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Back when I was using ICQ and Yahoo Messenger a lot, there would be conventions at times where the folks went to meet each other in person. I never went to one but they sound interesting. I wonder if they have Blogger’s conventions. Blogger’s seem a bit different, less willing to meet each other in person.
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Random stuff.
What if God was one of us? [Also a song title.]
Race' Disappears As Humans Become One Big Brownish Group.
Drugs Legalized--Kingpins Bankrupt
Corporations Disbanded Until They Can Prove They're Trustworthy.
Rapture Comes--Right-wing Christians Disappear!
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20 points on why I should just go home today.
1. I don't feel well (granted, I usually don't this time of day so that's not a huge stretch, but still...)
2. There are movies I need to watch and return to Netflix.
3. My cat needs me.
4. This place stifles my creative energy and makes me feel trapped in a cage.
5. The bed is at home, waiting for me.
6. It's been too long since I've pleasured myself. Seriously.
7. There are snacks at home.
8. There are piles upon piles of laundry to do (and really, laundry is better to do during the day, isn't it?)
9. There are bills to pay (oh, they don't get paid if I don't work? Shit.)
10. It's okay for me to be inebriated if I'm not here. Just sayin.
11. I forgot my lunch and no one can cover for me to go get one.
12. Alright... I just don't like the lunch that I brought, shutup.
13. Dude, I just need to be alone and think about stuff.
14. You wouldn't miss me.
15. Just look at these circles under my eyes!
16. I don't give you shit when you wanna go home (well, not to your face at least.)
17. I have no idea what's going on on daytime television these days.
18. Did I mention there are snacks at home? And beverages?
19. I need to clean the house and come on, I shouldn't have to do that "on my own time."
20. Look at this. Look at what this boredom has led me to!

Hot Springs Today

I’m hiking to the Hot Springs today, what are you doing? That is a picture of my favorite pool on the side on the mountain.
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I come across blogs that are pretty much saying some of the same things I say, about religions and such things as that. Nick calls them voices in his head. I think it would be more appropriate to call them echoes.
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Have a great day everyone. BBC

Well, I blew that shot

I tried to take a picture of one of the kittens sitting on my lap as I sat at the computer. As you can see, I missed the shot somewhat, but I will post it anyway. I guess I shouldn’t call them kittens anymore, they are almost fully-grown. The bright light on the left side is because I have a heat lamp under my desk, I like my tootsies to stay warm. :-)
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At Beer Church the other night Ann was in great form and feeling no pain. She is always a hoot when like that. When I came out of the restroom she smiled at me and wanted a little loving, so I stopped in back of her stool and put my arms around her to say a few sweet things in her ear, not paying any attention to the fact that hubby was sitting right next to her. She said something like “No one ever puts their hands on my roll of a stomach.” I gave it a couple of squeezes said something like, “I’m pretending that I’m cupping your boobs.” LOL. She laughed, Ann is a good sport. And she has a nice body if she would just get rid of that roll.
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As I’ve mentioned before, I have an old love seat out in the yard that was given to me. It’s a double recliner and I like to go out and sit in it at times while drinking my coffee, or a beer. With winter (such as it is around here because they are pretty mild) coming I decided that I should put a temporary roof over it today. Temporary of course being for the next twenty frigging years. So I start looking at all my shit, cuz as I keep saying, I gots lots of shit here, to see what I could make it with. I did pick up two sheets of siding the other day but found two 2 foot wide ones in my shop. So I decided that a six by eight-foot roof would be just right. I had 2X4’s already, and some 2X4 foot frames made of 2x4’s that I drug home from the distributors down the street. So they became the roof structure, and I only had to use one piece of my new siding. I will save the other piece for my next ‘temporary’ project.
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I have a roll of very expensive roofing underlayment that cost me about a hundred and sixty bucks a few years ago. You put it down, paint it, bingo instant temporary twenty-year roof. I didn’t get it finished today though, had to go to town for a couple of metal hangers (yeah, I’ve got some, but don’t feel like looking for them in this mess) to attach it to the front of the camper that is still my temporary kitchen. Then of course I had to stop at the bank and cash a check for some temporary money, go to the liquor store for more temporary Peppermint Schnapps, decided to go to Albertson’s for some pre-cooked chicken and a pumpkin pie, temporary food, permanent turd. Felt it was my obligation to stop at Beer Church on the way by for two beers. Phew, after all that hard work it was after four by the time I got back home, I needed a nap. Maybe I will finish it tomorrow (now today), or work on Helen’s temporary handicapped ramp.
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Anyway, I’m always looking ahead ya know. Going to put some four foot wide sides under that roof, now, what do I want to use for little warming and celebration fires out there this winter? The old galvanized tub that I burn things in at times, or the wood burning stove that I got from Buddy last year that is still sitting there in the yard looking lonely? Any suggestions? Other than blowing my brains out that is.
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Hillary Clinton has been removed from my possible list of presidential candidates. She goes to prayer meetings, has taken to wearing crosses. There is too much ‘Christian’ showing up in her. I think that we have had enough of the ‘Christian’ experience in that office for a while. Unless of course she is going to give us some temporary entertainment by giving the Vice President a blow job in the Oval Office. She is a Democrat, but I’m still bothered by the Christian part, you just never know what way they might turn. Check her out to see just how much of a Christian background she has.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hillary_Clinton
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These are from an actual newspaper contest where entrants ages 4 to 15 were asked to imitate "Deep Thoughts by Jack Handey."
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"I believe you should live each day as if it is your last, which is why I don't have any clean laundry because, come on, who wants to wash clothes on the last day of their life?" --Age 15
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"It sure would be nice if we got a day off for the president's birthday, like they do for the queen's. Of course, then we would have a lot of people voting for a candidate born on July 3 or December 26, just for the long weekends." -Age 8
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"I bet living in a nudist colony takes all the fun out of Halloween." -Age 13
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"For centuries, people thought the moon was made of green cheese. Then the astronauts found that the moon is really a big hard rock. That's what happens to cheese when you leave it out." -Age 6
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"When I go to heaven, I want to see my grandpa again. But he better have lost the nose hair and the old-man smell." -Age 5
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"If we could just get everyone to close their eyes and visualize world peace for an hour, imagine how serene and quiet it would be until the looting started." -Age 15
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To govern is to serve, not to rule.
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Boy keeping up a blog, watching the big picture, visiting my friends blogs and commenting, getting things done around here, things like that, sure is a lot of work. It makes it hard to clean up some of my writings. But it’s all good, just part of our journey. Ah fuck it, just shut the fuck up God, and click on Post.

I hate those flappers

I hate those flappers, don’t you? You know, that piece of booger that is stuck to the side of your nasal passage that is flapping back and forth as you’re trying to go to sleep. So you pick at it a little with a finger (and wipe it on the bed sheet) and that just seems to make it worse. Then you try to blow it out and your partner goes ballistic because to them it’s like you are blowing radioactive material on them. Bah, those flappers are a pain in the butt.
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I went to Beer Church last night for free bingo. Had a great time with friends, won two prizes that I gave away, they where just Halloween things. I drank enough last night that I actually thought my new teeth fit me. LOL… Laurel Ann took some pictures of me yesterday, but she hasn’t emailed them to me yet.
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Random Acts Of Thinking
Technology is invading everything these days. My alphabet soup has a spell-checker.
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Don't panic, but there has been an alarming increase in the number of things you know nothing about.
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My doctor told me there are now more than seventy million people who are overweight. These are, of course, round figures.
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Over the last two years, I've quadrupled my net worth. Sadly, four times nothing is still nothing.
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Success is where preparation and opportunity meet. Failure is where they meet and can't stand each other.
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Fish swim in schools. I wonder what subjects they study? I bet some of them take debate.
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Did I tell you about the time Wisconsin held a contest to come up with a new state slogan? One angry woman who was sick and tired of all the tourists suggested, "Smell Our Dairy Air!"
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So I'm looking in the mirror the other day and I finally realized my hair is not parted or unparted ... it's departing.
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The telephone solicitor selling basement waterproofing must have thought she'd died and gone to heaven when she reached my very polite and patient son on the phone. At the end of her long sales pitch, she asked, "Do you mind if we send out someone to give you an estimate?" "Not at all," my son said. "When would be a good time?" she asked. My son answered, "Just as soon as I dig a basement."
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I’m trying to stay of the light side for a while as I work on some documents but I am going to mention this. At Lusty Tarts blog there was a mention of a Mister P, so I stumbled over to his blog to see what it was about. As I mentioned in another post, he reminds me of Socrates reborn. At least he damn sure has plenty of questions. It’s a damn good thing I have plenty of answers. :-)… Even if mankind isn’t ready to accept them yet.
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He mentioned the voices in his head, that three of them made a crowd, and that now there are four of them, maybe he means me, I do tend to get into thinkers heads.
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In his profile he says, "That about sums it up for my little personality disorder. Three voices in one head do make a crowd."
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I said to him, “O'come on, you can do better than that. I can think of at least five in your head.”
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Blah, Blah, Blah, our exchanges went. So I posted the following comment, I’m assuming that at least a few of the readers at his blog will get it.
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Voices: Lets go back to our basic psychological profile that everyone seems to keep forgetting about.
Voice 1: Child
Voice 2: Adult
Voice 3: Parent
Voice 4: Teacher
Voice 5: Spirit
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Then of course there is all the other voices out there, your so called mentors and teachers and all the foolish things they taught you as you grew up. Depending on where that was at, you were taught different beliefs, different histories, etc.
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Now, think about what must be THE major cause of wars and greed. The child component in a person that is controlling his/her thinking. It’s three year olds that are wanting and needy, it’s three year olds that are doing all the fighting and warring.
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Sadly, the Spirit component in a person has little chance of developing properly because of all the brainwashings of our ancestors and them making up all those religions and continuing to promote them. The Catholic Church for one is still causing great harm with all its nonsense. Think about it.
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It is a truism that almost any sect, cult, or religion will legislate its creed into law if it acquires the political power to do so...-Robert A. Heinlein
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You may now return to your regularly scheduled mayhem. Have a great day everyone. Hugs. BBC

This Foundation

This is one of the foundations I contribute to. They help educate women in Mexico. And help them become self-supporting.

http://www.mujeresdemaizof.org/
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Maybe I’m like my mother in some ways. It’s like my mother always said, about herself. "When I'm good, I'm good. When I'm bad, I'm terrific." :-) …. Geez, for a born again slut, I’m sure not very good at it. LOL
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A man picks up a young woman in a bar and convinces her to come back to his hotel. When they are relaxing afterwards, he asks, "Am I the first man you ever made love to?" She looks at him thoughtfully for a second before replying. "You might be," she says. "Your face looks familiar."
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This guy needs a job and decides to apply at the zoo. As it happened, their star attraction, a gorilla, had passed away the night before and they had carefully preserved his hide. They tell this guy that they'll pay him well if he would dress up in the gorillas skin and pretend to be the gorilla so people will keep coming to the zoo.

Well, the guy has his doubts, but he needs the money, so he puts on the skin and goes out into the cage. The people all cheer to see him. He plays up to the audience and they just eat it up. This isn't so bad, he thinks, and he starts really putting on a show, jumping around, beating his chest, roaring and swinging around.

During one acrobatic attempt, though, he loses his balance and crashes through some safety netting, landing square in the middle of the lion cage! As he lies there stunned, the lion roars. He's terrified and starts screaming, "Help, Help, Help!"
The lion races over to him, places his paws on his chest and hisses, "Shut the hell up or we'll BOTH lose our jobs!"
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No nation could preserve its freedom in the midst of continual warfare. -James Madison
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One half of our problems come from wanting our own way. The other half comes from getting it. - Author Unknown
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The NEW top 10 things that sound dirty at Thanksgiving but aren't...
10. "Talk about a huge breasts!"
9. "It's a little dry, do you still want to eat it?"
8. "Don't play with your meat."
7. "Just spread the legs open & stuff it in."
6. "I didn't expect everyone to come at once!"
5. "You still have a little bit on your chin."
4. "How long will it take after you stick it in?"
3. "You'll know it's ready when it pops up."
2. "That's the biggest one I've ever seen!"
1. "How long do I beat it before it's ready?"
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If you are traveling soon, consider Lutheran Air, the no-frills airline. You're all in the same boat on Lutheran Air, where flying is an uplifting experience. There is no first class on any Lutheran Air flight. Meals are potluck. Rows 1-6, bring rolls; 7-15, bring a salad; 16-21, a main dish, and 22-30, a dessert. Basses and tenors please sit in the rear of the aircraft. Everyone is responsible for his or her own baggage. All fares are by freewill offering and the plane will not land until the budget is met. Pay attention to your flight attendant, who will acquaint you with the safety system aboard this Lutheran Air 599.
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Okay then, listen up: I'm only gonna say this once. In the event of a sudden loss of cabin pressure, I am frankly going to be real surprised and so will Captain Olson because we fly right around 2,000 feet, I wouldn't bother with those little masks on the rubber tubes. You're gonna have bigger things to worry about than that. Just stuff those back up in their little holes. Probably the masks fell out because of turbulence which, to be honest with you, we're going to have quite a bit of at 2,000 feet. Sort of like driving across a plowed field, but after a while you get used to it. In the event of a water landing, I'd say forget it. [Right, as I understand it, no commercial aircraft has ever survived a water landing.]
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The use of cell phones on the plane is strictly forbidden, not because they may interfere with the plane's navigational system, which is seat of the pants all the way. No, it's because cell phones are a pain in the wazoo, and if God meant you to use a cell phone, He would have put your mouth on the side of your head. We're going to start lunch right about noon and it's buffet style with the coffee pot up front. Then we'll have the hymn sing; hymnals in the seat pocket in front of you. Don't take yours with you when you go or I am going to be real upset and I am not kidding!
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May we land in Duluth or pretty close. Thank you for flying Lutheran Air.
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My friend and I had joined a weight-loss organization. At one meeting the instructor held up an apple and a candy bar. "What are the attributes of this apple," she asked, "and how do they relate to our diet?" "Low in calories" and "lots of fiber" were among the answers. She then detailed what was wrong with eating candy, and concluded, "Apples are not only more healthful but also less expensive. Do you know I paid thirty-five cents for this candy bar?" We stared as she held aloft the forbidden treat. From the back of the room a small voice spoke up: "I'll give you forty cents for it."

Bush Condoms

Our Mother Country went to the cupboard to get her people a bone. When we got there...The cupboard was bare...So Bush gave us a bone of his own.
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Hi Paul F, first visit to your blog, thanks for visiting mine. Ah, a James Mitchner (sp) fan hey? A great author, all of his books are interesting once you get past the history lessons. He is one of the few authors I’ve ever collected. Some of them should be required reading for kids in school. Like “The Drifters”.
Don’t worry about it, getting old is overrated. I spent my first thirty years trying to kill myself. Then I spent my second thirty years trying to kill myself. Obviously, I am not very good at killing myself. I have no intention of dying in a hospital, I prefer being a headline on the front page. It will be my last good deed, I’ll figure out some way to make it a good thing for others. I think my death might be the next most interesting I do. Have a great and interesting journey friend.
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Want to make some great waterproof glue? Melt some stryrofoam in an ounce or two of gasoline. It’s slow to cure but it sure holds well, I make all my gates with it when I make gates for others, God hates a sagging gate. Or, more expensive, but if you want a good waterproof sealer for wood, or anything else, melt it in laquer thinner to the thickness you want it to be. Hey, eight bucks for a gallon laquer thinner to make a very good sealer isn’t that expensive. Just make sure you paint over it though as it doesn’t have much UV protection in it. As for melting it, you should be able to find a café in your area that would be willing to give you some used cooking oil. Just heat it up and strain it through a good paint filter. Café cooking oils are formulated these days to have a high flash point. If you don’t work out much of the oil you can make candles with styrofoam, but I don’t think that is a good idea as burning styrofoam is nasty stuff.
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I don’t know if it is Firefox or what, but I notice that sometimes I have to do a page refresh to get the latest post on someone else’s blog. The fast and easy to do that, for me anyway, is to hit the F5 key.
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Lusty said on a blog… “Mr P; I think you are manipulating the word "religion" a little. Any dictionary definition will tell you that it does mean belief in a divine or superhuman power.” Well, Lusty, has it ever occurred to you that the dictionaries may be wrong? That this power may simply be human?
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So I went to look at Mister P’s blog. Kind of interesting, but he doesn’t seem so wise to me, just full of questions is all. Like he says, “What good are questions?” He sounds to me like Socrates reborn. He drove everyone nuts with endless questions also. Entertaining site though, I’ll visit it some as it seems they need my answers there. :-)… I’m not saying all the questions are wrong, I just like conclusions is all, having a belief. Duh! I don’t know, is not a good answer to me.
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I walked over to the IGS store one day and a logger type was there with his big macho pickup, he had parked it so that it was taking up two parking spots and left the engine running, polluting the planet while in the store. People like that just irritate the hell out of me. But you have to be careful what you say to big macho logger types, it turned out that I didn’t have to say anything. When he came out of the store a little gal went over to him and chewed his ass out. Told him that he didn’t have any fucking business taking up two parking spots, and leaving his engine running. Bless her little heart, some times I wish I was a woman so I could get away with things like that. Even back when I was pretty ignorant and macho in the wrong ways I still always tried to live within certain rules of respect and decency. I didn’t litter, take up two parking spots, yielded to others, opened doors for others, things like that. I didn’t think about pollution much but I was too cheap to burn up gasoline for no good reason. Now I will turn the engine off and coast half a block to the traffic light. I suppose my biggest fault was liking to drive 100 miles an hour on public highways. In those days of course, every trip in the west was measured in six packs. Boise? Oh sure, better grab a case. Salt Lake City? We’ll restock in Boise when we fuel up. LOL
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Some of you have read the Mark Twain on cussing thing, but I’m going to toss it in here anyway, with a few thoughts of my own. Is cussing socially acceptable? Sure it is, just not in all places is all, like where there is a lot of prudes or stuffed shirts. In most any bar or tavern you will hear people cussing. Or in any workplace where the folks know each other well. Or almost any place two or more people are together. Even at the community theatre where I went to watch “British Marriage” on Sunday. There where only three parts, all of them women, and at least two of them said ‘fuck’, one quite a number of times. There was also some mention of sluts and bitches. Pretty good play, I enjoyed it. I even get clerks cussing at times, it’s a good way for both of us to let off a little steam about life’s little pressures.
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Mark Twain and the Art of Swearing, by Lyle Larsen
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Mark Twain sagely observed that under certain trying circumstances swearing provides relief denied even to prayer. Most people, of course, unlike Mark Twain, never acquire proficiency in this field, but remain amateurs all their lives. They seek relief in trying circumstances by uttering a series of flat and commonplace vulgarities that fail to solace themselves or to inspire others. These people--that is to say, most of us--would do better to stick with prayer and leave swearing to the masters.
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Mark Twain, pen name of Samuel Clemens, learned to swear from the best practitioners of the art--mostly steamboatmen on the Mississippi River, and miners in the West. This was at a time when vivid swearing captured the youth, spirit, and vitality of young America, a time when gifted swearers commanded respect and admiration.
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When the mate of a Mississippi steamboat, for instance, gave the simplest order, wrote Clemens, "he discharged it like a blast of lightning and sent a long, reverberating peal of profanity thundering after it." The average landsman, if he wanted the gangplank moved a little forward, might say, "James, or William, one of you push that plank forward, please." The mate of a steamboat, on the other hand, would roar, "Here, now, start that gang-plank for'ard! Lively, now! What're you about! Snatch it! snatch it! There! there! Aft again! aft again! Don't you hear me? Dash it to dash! (fuck to fuck) are you going to sleep over it! 'Vast heaving. 'Vast heaving, I tell you! Going to heave it clear astern? WHERE're you going with that barrel! for'ard with it 'fore I make you swallow it, you dash-dash-dash-dashed (You fucking stupid son of a bitch) split between a tired mud-turtle and a crippled hearse-horse!" Clemens wished at the time that he could talk like that.
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Several years after Clemens himself became a riverboat pilot, the Civil War shut down traffic on the Mississippi, and Clemens decided to try his fortunes in the gold fields and silver mines of California and the Nevada Territory. There he discovered that miners were no less adept at swearing than steamboatmen. He found that "when it comes to pure ornamental cursing," the American miner "is gifted above the sons of men." He admired their talents: "There is nothing like listening to an artist--all his passions passing away in lava, smoke, thunder, lightning, and earthquake."
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Clemens eventually became an artist himself. By the time he gave up the rugged life of the West for more sedate living in the East, he had learned to swear with the best of them. He could blaspheme, he said, "in a way that made my breath smell of brimstone." Swearing by then had become so deeply ingrained in the fabric of his character, that even after he established himself as a famous writer, married a New England girl of good social standing, bought a fashionable house in Hartford, and started raising a family, he could not curb his blasphemous speech. "There ought to be a room in this house to swear in," he told a friend. "It's dangerous to have to repress an emotion like that." [Yes it is, those that repress swearing make bombs]
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A recent biographer mourned the fact that he had never heard Jenny Lind sing or Mark Twain swear [Or God, um, me]. The juxtaposition seems appropriate, for those who did hear Mark Twain swear have testified that it was the performance of a master and not at all vulgar or offensive. A woman named Elizabeth Wallace occasionally heard Clemens in his billiard room: "Gently, slowly, with no profane inflexions of voice, but irresistibly as though they had the headwaters of the Mississippi for their source, came this stream of unholy adjectives and choice expletives." She was not all shocked but rather impressed.
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The maid, Katy Leary, recalled that Mark Twain's profanity was too imaginative to really seem bad. "It was sort of funny," she remembered, "and a part of him somehow. Sort of amusing it was--and gay--not like real swearing."
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One day Jean, Clemens's young daughter, was offended to hear a man swearing in the street outside. Katy Leary reminded her that she often heard her father swear in the same way. "Oh, no, Katy!" said Jean. "You're mistaken. That wasn't swearing. That was only one of papa's jokes!" [Ya gotta understand that it’s a good way of letting off steam].
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Clemens's wife, Livy, was one of the few who did not appreciate her husband's swearing, and he tried to keep watch on his tongue when she was close by; but one day something irritated him, and, thinking his wife could not hear, he launched into a torrent of red-hot profanity. When he entered his wife's room a short time later, she coolly repeated word-for-word everything he had said. [I taught Helen that it was okay to swear, at least in private. And she has always loved risque jokes, might as well be what you are. Like it says on my wall, ‘Just Be Yourself’].
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"Livy," he replied, astounded yet amused, "did it sound like that?" "Of course it did," she said, "only worse. I wanted you to hear just how it sounded." "Livy, it would pain me to think that when I swear it sounds like that. You got the words right, Livy, but you don't know the tune."
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Mark Twain lived during Victorian times. That may explain why so many people commented on the brilliance of his profanity, but nobody recorded exactly what he said. The best indication we have of Mark Twain's talents in this area comes from a letter in which he refers to an editor as a "quadrilateral astronomical incandescent son of a bitch." Said Mark Twain towards the end of his life, "If I cannot swear in heaven I shall not stay there."
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[You got that right Mark, everyone in heaven swears, even God].

Don’t call me Hon

The lady at this site
http://whyaminotsurprised.blogspot.com/
Called me a sexist because I called her ‘hon’ a few times on her blog. This woman is supposed to be a so called social expert and I don’t think my saying hon should offend her one wit. Social experts wouldn’t be offended by that, or call anyone a sexist for doing so. I call most all women hon. I suppose that women that call almost everyone Hon is a sexist also? The ones I really, really like, I call honey. I don’t trust women that take offence at being called hon, I’ve had too many experiences with them, there is something wrong in their heads and you find that they have all kinds of issues and boundaries, especially with men. I’ll bet she lives alone and is a stuffed shirt that wouldn’t be much fun to do things with. It’s my guess that she doesn’t know how to get loose, she has to many boundaries for fun and frolic. The Professor friend that visits her blog is the same way it seems, those two should get together, if they can work past each others boundaries they might enjoy jumping each others bones. They have read so many books and got so much college their brains are just full of monkey crap, and they are just full of themselves and what they think is their self-importance. But they are so uptight I’ll bet they produce dry farts. I can’t picture either of them enjoying karaoke or a risque joke, or even a little teasing. Social experts my butt. I don’t think I’m a sexist. Just because I challenge some women in how they think and act doesn’t mean I’m a sexist, but I’m a sexy sucker at times. :-)
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Oh, about the picture, ya gotta love the BadTux and his opinions, don’t you?
http://badtux.net/
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On Scott’s blog yesterday he was talking about affirmations….. Okay, I'll give it a try. Fifteen times a day I will say, “I am a bum and don't give a damn about anything.” I'll get back to you on if that works.
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My dearest Jlee, is there any chance in hell that you can configure your blog so that only the folks that want to listen to the music will hear it? If you can I would so appreciate that, and take my ‘finger’ out of your ‘belly button’. :-) Well, just thought I would ask.
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Yesterday I started planing out how I was going to build the handicapped ramp for Helen’s place. For those of you that are not up to speed with my life, she is the wonderful old lady next door that is always pestering me for sex. I’ve got most of the materials here and started cutting them. And then I spent a little time with her in the evening teaching her how to play Ship, Captain, Crew. I’m just not into card games but that dice game is okay.
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Then later in the evening I decided to try out the karaoke machine I bought last February. But it needs a TV with two audio jacks, and a video jack, and I don’t have one. I did have one, but gave three TV’s away in the last year. The three I have left don’t have those inputs, see what a dumb shit I can be? I have three VCR’s here but they don’t have video input jacks either. Somewhere from my trucking days I have a modulator, because I carried a camcorder on the dash of my truck to record much of what I was doing. A modulator converts the signal from the camcorder to something a simple TV can see because I also used a small black and white TV as the viewfinder.
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So I went looking for it, in my forty-year collection of shit. I found the camcorders (yes, two of them), the chargers, even some cables for the modulator, but not the little TV or the modulator, I may as well give up and buy a new TV. Like I ever watch all the monkey shit on TV. Well, there are only thirty-seven more places I can look for that modulator. Make that sixty-three.
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The statesman who yields to war fever...is no longer the master of policy but the slave of unforeseeable and uncontrollable events.
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It’s hard to believe these dentures where made from a mold made in my mouth. They where to narrow on the outside and the center didn’t touch the roof of my mouth at all. I did some sanding and grinding on them and that helped, but then I was doing research on dentures on the web when I spotted the fact that many acrylics boil at 400 degrees. Ah ha! I got water to the boiling point and dipped them in it to soften them, and was able to push the roof of the denture higher. Then I got them hot again and pushed the outsides out a little. Now they are fitting much better. If I ever decide to melt them I will heat up some oil as I can get it up to 400 degrees. I’ve done that in the past to melt down the white styrofoam that is all over these days. After melting it you can turn it into interesting plastic items. After you get the oil worked out of it.
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Gods are fragile things; they may be killed by a whiff of science or a dose of common sense. - Chapman Cohen (Or a car wreck)
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A guy walks into a bar with an octopus. He sits the octopus down on a stool and tells everyone in the bar that this is a very talented octopus: "Hello, everybody! This is Otto, the Amazing Octopus. He can play any instrument in the world!" Everyone in the crowd laughs at him, of course, so he offers a wager of$50 to anyone who has an instrument that the octopus can't play. A guy walks up with a guitar and sits it beside the octopus. The octopus starts playing better than Jimmy Hendrix, just rippin it up. So the man pays his $50. Another guy walks up with a trumped. The octopus plays the trumpet better than Louis Armstrong. So the man pays his $50. A third guy walks up with bagpipes. He sits them down and the octopus fumbles with it for a while. "Ha," the man exclaims, "you can't you play it!" Otto, the octopus looks up at the man and replies: "Play it? I'm going to ask it on a date as soon as I'm done with this dance!"
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"What a strange illusion it is to suppose that beauty is goodness." -Leo Tolstoy
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Well shoot, the parts are in for Bob’s and Laurel Ann’s shredder, I guess I’m going to have to go to work today, have a great day everyone. BBC

International Disadvantaged people's day

Today is International Disadvantaged People's Day. Please send an encouraging message to a retarded friend, just as I've done. I don't care if you lick windows, interfere with farm animals, vote liberal or
occasionally shit yourself.......You hang in there sunshine, you're freaking special...LOL
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You keep believing, I'll keep evolving.- Bumper sticker
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Jlee… I haven’t installed rain gutters yet, but I’m going to. Just the water coming off of an eight by eight foot section of my roof fills a five-gallon bucket fast, there is where to get fresh water for your hot tub.
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For first time, unmarried households reign in US: ….. That’s sad, and I have my own thoughts on that, but won’t post them at this time.
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NEW YORK (Reuters) - Not even a medical emergency can pull some men away from a television showing their favorite sports teams, a U.S. study has determined:…. These men have to be complete idiots.
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If you where a car….. If my body were a car, this is the time I would be thinking about
trading it in for a newer model. I've got bumps and dents and scratches in my finish and my paint job is getting a little dull, but that's not the worst of it. My headlights are out of focus and it's especially hard to
see things up close. My traction is not as graceful as it once was. I slip and slide and skid and bump into things even in the best of weather. My whitewalls are stained with varicose veins. It takes me hours to reach my maximum speed. My fuel rate burns inefficiently. But here's the worst of it -- Almost every time I sneeze, cough or sputter.....either my radiator leaks or my exhaust backfires!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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"Our great democracies still tend to think that a stupid man is more likely to be honest than a clever man."
-Bertrand Russell

No Sunday Sermon

It’s Sunday !! And I don’t have a sermon ready for you, what a piece of shit minister I am hey? But I don’t think my readers are stupid, well, except for that one lurking on the right over there in the back. I think my readers gots smarts, that they can figure what they want for their service today. How they will be at one with spirit and share with others.
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Sit there and fart in your chair all day long for all I care, make love to a mate or loved one, sing and dance. Anything you like as long as it’s peaceful and not harming the planet a lot. I was going to hike to the hot springs but it’s raining so I think I will go to the community theatre, British Marriage is playing and it should be a hoot.
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I treated Helen to breakfast at the Cornerhouse Restaurant yesterday morning. Wanted to try my new teeth out for eating real food, ordered a Farmers Omelet, it’s a learning experience and they don’t fit very well yet, but are getting better. They go in better if I put them in hot water first.
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A Nebraska farmer got in his pickup and drove to a neighboring farm and knocked at the farmhouse door. A young boy, about nine, opened the door. "Is yer Pa home"? the farmer asked. No sir, he ain't," the boy replied. "He went into town." "Well," said the farmer, "Is yer Ma here"? "No, sir, she ain't here neither. She went into town with Pa." "How about your brother, Howard? Is he here"? "He went with Ma and Pa."
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The farmer stood there for a few minutes, shifting from one foot to the other and mumbling to himself. "Is there anything I can do fer ya"? the boy asked politely. "I knows where all the tools are if you want to borry one. Or maybe, I could take a message fer Pa." "Well," said the farmer uncomfortably, "I really wanted to talk to yer Pa. It's about your brother Howard getting my daughter, Pearly Mae, pregnant." The boy considered for a moment. "You would have to talk to Pa about that," he finally conceded. "If it helps you any, I know that Pa charges $50 for the bull and $25 for the hog, but I really don't know how much he gets for Howard."
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A Lawyer's Ethical Dilemma...
After completing law school and passing the bar, a man decides to open up a private practice with one of his law school buddies as partner. On their first day, they set up shop, and around lunchtime, the man's buddy goes out to get them some sandwiches. Two minutes later, a woman walks in -- their first client! She asks him to draw up some papers and review a couple of very simple contracts. "That'll be $100," the man replies. She complies, and having just gone to the bank, hands over a brand new, crisp $100 bill. The woman decides to leave for the next hour, leaving the man to resume his work. The man, relishing in his first payment as a lawyer, sits back in his brand new, leather chair and holds the brand new, crisp $100 bill up to the light with admiration and pride. He sniffs the bill and starts to rub it a bit when suddenly, he discovers that he was mistakenly given TWO $100 bills!!! And thus, he was confronted with his first ethical dilemma as a lawyer. Should he tell his partner?
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Friday I went over to ‘help’ George install a new kitchen sink, there was a new cook top to install also. I let him open a few of the packages so he would feel useful. LOL. We had to go to Home Depot for a few items, so we also stopped at Applebees for a leisurely lunch. It was enjoyable working with him, he is a nice guy for someone that has more money than sense. So aside from wages from this job I’ve also netted a nice stainless steel kitchen sink with deep basins and a nice faucet fixture, a very good cook top, and a good exterior door and brand new frame, as I just installed the new door on the old frame. He had bought a six inch frame for a four inch wall, that doesn’t work so well.
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More on spray foam insulation in the can. They say you have to use the whole can once you start using it, but that isn’t true. If you have only used half a can, unscrew the tip and trigger and clean it out with carb cleaner, it doesn’t take much. Then spray the inside of outlet on top of the can. You can still use it a year later. I still have a fancy can tap from the days when I did automotive air conditioning, It quickly jabs a hole in the side of the can rather than the top, it’s like a short large hypodermic needle on a pliers type thing that wraps around the can. It’s very handy. I just checked and the foam cans are the same size as the little freon cans. So it will be easy to rig a good way to deliver it to my spray gun. I think I will make an adapter to use it on one of my top cup guns. I think it will also come in handy for the spray cans of paint that can be such a pain to use at times.
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I need a new wallet, I haven’t had a really good wallet since my uncle got out of prison, and then blew his brains out.
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I see that if you freeze a tub of butter you pretty much end up with a tub of shit. I must have known that, and forgot. Oh well, I’ll still use it.
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NEW YORK - The Dow Jones industrial average looked to advance past 12,000 Friday a day after a burst of optimism over corporate earnings pushed the blue chips past 11,900 to a record close….. If you know the history of wall street, you understand its importance at the time. But, now it’s just a greed driven market that takes a lot of people for their money. Hey, don’t get me started
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Every new opinion, at its starting, is precisely in a minority of one.
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A vegetarian is a person who won't eat anything that can have children…. But, but… Plants have children, in their own strange way, mostly by way of seeds. But sometimes by offshoots, like my Aloe Vera plant. Every living thing (and plants are) is the result of the sexual energies that drive and create this planet.
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NEW YORK (10-10-06) - Overweight middle-aged adults tend to score more poorly on tests of memory,
attention and learning ability than their thinner peers do, researchers reported Monday. The findings, they
say, suggest that a heavier weight in middle age may mean a higher risk of dementia later in life.
Reporting in the journal Neurology, the researchers speculate that higher rates of cardiovascular disease
or diabetes might help explain the link. But it's also possible that substances produced by fat cells, such as the hormone leptin, have direct effects on the brain….. And they don’t live as long either, and cost the health care system a lot of money. And they aren’t much fun to look at.
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The most important persuasion tool you have in your entire arsenal is integrity.
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A committee is a group of people who individually can do nothing, but together can decide that nothing can be done. Or they try to do something and screw it all up.
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The three B's of public speaking are: Be brief, Be interesting, Be gone. The four S's of public speaking are: Stand up, Speak up, Shut up, Sit down…. That is true of public speaking, but here I just don’t shut up. You can read all of it, or stop when you please. :-)
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At the tender age of three, actor Peter Falk had his right eye surgically removed (and replaced with a glass one) when a malignancy was found. His glass eye did not prevent him from participating in team sports like baseball and basketball at school. In fact, despite his disability he excelled at both games and the eye became the source of much amusement. During one Little League game, Falk was called out by the umpire at third base. Falk, sure that he had been safe, angrily pulled his glass eye out of its socket and handed it to the umpire. "Here," he declared. "I think you might need this!"
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Have a safe and peaceful Sunday. Hugs… BBC

Gods new teeth

Okay, I got my denture to fit in my mouth. God has a dremel tool and is an inventor, and knows more about his mouth than any dental technician, bless his little heart because he really is a nice guy. My gums are bigger at the bottom than they are at the top and the overhangs in the denture made it impossible to put them in properly. Do you like Gods new teeth? They’re not perfect, I didn’t want them to be. I like to blend in with the monkeys.

Well shoot, I animated the picture of Jlee in her cute pirate costume swinging her hips back and forth, and posted it on my blog, but the animation didn’t show for some reason. So I deleted it. If anyone wants to see it though, send me an email requesting a copy of it. Send the request to billybcook @ yahoo.com. I broke that up a bit so the spam programs can’t read it, but you know what to do. Hum, maybe I should make her boobs bounce also. LOL

I promise, I won’t give your email address to anyone else, or send you other emails. Like good jokes and things like that, cuz I know you are busy and cultured and all that shit. :-) Hugs. BBC