Hammer's Miracle

Ever try to keep four cats together for a picture? Good luck with that. Teenage pussy’s do what they want to do.
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Addressing Hammer’s miracle today.
http://whenyouronlytoolisahammer.blogspot.com/2006/11/miracle.html
I’ve always preferred a hatchet myself. One face will do for a hammer, the other face is useful for other things.
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I’m not going to put his whole story in here, you can go read it on his blog. Hammer said, “I'll start off by saying I'm not a religious person in the traditional sense. I am also skeptical to the extreme.” …. I can relate to that, I always was, especially when it came to Christianity, and now other religions now that I’ve looked at them more closely. But strange things have happened to me over the course of my life that I can’t fully explain. But it’s why I’ve become spiritual only, trying to be in tune with and understand the spirit of the planet, mother earth. Do I believe what he says happened? Yup. Can I explain it? Nope, not fully anyway, but I will try in part.
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He goes on to say, “Immediately the wind began to whip around me wildly and it roared through my ears. I tried to relax and ignore the wind. Suddenly I felt pressure on my stomach. For some reason I couldn't open my eyes and whenever I tried to fight it or sit up the wind would press me back onto the rock. Suddenly the pressure on my midsection turned to fingers that pressed into my body. It felt as if they were re-arranging my guts. As soon as it started it ended. The wind suddenly stopped as well. I figured I was delirious from being sick and the physical exertion. I kind of blew the whole thing off.
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There are things we simply do not know or understand yet. As I said, I’ve experienced things that lead me to believe that there is some mysterious power at work. And I’ve spoken to many others that have experienced things. That isn’t to say that it is a perfect power, an omnipotent power, or that it can always be relied on. And he was on sacred Native American land, there has always been strange things about it. The natives where often more in tune with nature and mother earth, before the European land thieves came along and started screwing them over and up. Putting a Christian insanity in them also.
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He went on to say, ”Whatever happened that day cured me from a supposedly incurable disease and quite possibly saved my life. …. As I said, I believe it. For about fifteen years I’ve had a mystery medical problem, won’t bother to explain it but the doctors keep telling me that they can’t find anything wrong with me. That I’m healthy as a horse. When it gets bad enough, is hurting me a lot and hindering my ability to function well, I’m just ‘taken over’, so to speak.
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Usually I’m lying on the bed and I fall into a deed breathing spell (I don’t do this on purpose, remember, I haven’t asked for this to happen, any more than Hammer did) and feel surrounded by an energy. After a while my pain is gone and my energy is back. This has happened not just once but a number of times.

A reader stated, hmmm, well I am very skeptical about anything supernatural or mystical myself. Maybe, that's why this kinda stuff never happens to me. ….Said commenter, not being spiritual or religious, has most likely never recognized any miracles in her life, or at least attributed them to some mysterious power. I of course do not believe in the biblical God myself. Or the Buddha, or most of that other yadda yadda out there. And many of those so-called Christians have an insanity in them that I don’t want to be associated with.
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Kat said... I believe in miracles. My Cherokee Father would have said you were destined to accomplish something lofty, and that's why the spirits intervened.…. I wouldn’t discount that at all. Have a purpose I call it, even though it may not turn out to be greatly lofty. I feel that mine, aside from having to live from day to day and have some fun, is to mock religions, make them look ridiculous. Try to convince folks that we are God in evolution. That is what the cosmos wants me to do so I do it. It appears that Hammer hasn’t found his yet though, if in fact he ever does. But anyone can feel free in joining me in mocking religions, there is power in numbers.
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What is more interesting to me, even though Hammer didn’t mention it, is my (or his) eventual death. We know that has to happen someday, powers or no powers. Either by some random event or of natural causes. I’m looking forward to my death with great interest. At times I’ve wanted off of this stupid greedy warring planet anyway, but asking to be removed doesn’t work worth a damn. I wake up the next morning with the cosmos mocking me, saying “Okay you little prick, time to get back to work.” Boy, the cosmic powers are a bunch of sadistic bastards with really strange senses of humor.
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I don’t prey, don’t believe in it, I don’t expect to ever be able to help heal anyone else, don’t even want to try in fact. But it does seem like I have been gifted all my life. Part of a plan? I often wonder about that, but I’m not sold on it. Not any preconceived plan from in the beginning anyway. There may well be some sort of a plan, but like all plans, it is always in flux and changing, depending on what is going on here. I could say more about that, but I won’t.
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Spotted in the news: Christian Population Falls in Holy Land, blah, blah, blah, “"Here is where Jesus was born and over there, across the hill in Jerusalem, is where he was crucified," Shomali said. "We Christians now feel like we are on the cross."” More blah, blah, blah.
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Well excuse me, but why should anyone give a shit about where (one) Jesus was born and died? And fighting over it all, how frigging stupid can the monkeys get? Get over what happened 2006 years ago, just get the fuck over it and stop fighting about it. Because the same thing happens everyday everywhere here, right now. ALL land is sacred. I swear, frigging Christian’s, frigging Muslim’s, what a bunch of frigging idiots. Here is something interesting I spotted on a blog, “We’re human beings for fuck’s sake, we can do anything, and we will evolve to a “God-like” state, it’s inevitable.” …. Right, pretty much what I keep saying. But these religious fools keep screwing everything up.
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If you believe in Jesus, fine, do so, but you don’t have to consider yourself a Christian because of it, just believe in the spirit. That was just some brainwashing that was put into you. Jesus never frigging asked anyone to build frigging religions around him. Quite frankly, he thinks that you are all a bunch of fools.
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Umm, complicated people that think at different levels than others can’t expect hillbilly’s that have leaned some fancy words to understand and appreciate them. Nuff said.
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Paris, I haven’t been able to view your blog for two days hon, I just get an empty page. I wonder if anyone else has this problem at your site.
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Part of my post yesterday was in hopes of getting a strike because I was fishing. But some days the fishing is just slow. He, he, he. Artookas is such a devious bastard. LOL ….. I suppose that she is still stuck on that other post, admiring it. I wanted to suggest that if she turned her monitor upside down that she could have ol’ smiley face coming down on her. LOL …. But being a power tripper I suppose that she prefers going down on it. Have a great day folks. .. Hugs, BBC

A late night post

Just a little something I wrote.
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(Door opens)
She is standing there in a light sexy summer dress. Anger and fire in her eyes and nostrils flaring.
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Silence.
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Looking right into her eyes he raises a flat palm and very lightly touches her left breast, then starts circling the palm, he can feel the nipple swelling under the light summer bra. He raises his other hand and does the same to the right breast, and can feel the heat flowing into his palms. She stands there staring at him with the fire in her eyes, breathing deeply.
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He walks behind her and cups both breasts from behind and kneads them lightly as he teases her ears with his tongue. Then he guides her into the home, right to the bedroom where the late afternoon sun streams in through the blinds. Still behind her, still teasing her ears he unbuttons the front of her dress and removes it.
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Slowly, being in no hurry he touches and caresses every reachable exposed part of her sensuous body before removing her undies. The bra first as he gently teases the exposed and swelled nipples. Then getting on his knees he caresses and teases her legs from top to bottom, going near but not touching the vagina area. Removing her panties he turns her around facing him. Kissing her navel he teases the sensitive area behind her knees and she almost buckles from the sweet sensation.
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He spreads her legs some and gently fingers her clitoris and feels the juices flowing from the volcano’s exit. She is ready now but he wants to take her higher, tease her more, make her want him more. Make her ache for him. He stands, and looking right into her eyes caresses the sides of her flowing liquid body. She pulls him toward the bed and lies down on it.
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He stands over her and reaches down with his left hand and fingers her until she climax’s. He then gets on the bed and raises her legs up and enters her with his throbbing penis. Slowly back and forth, stopping at times to hold his hips against her hard for a few moments. They keep staring at each other with out saying a word as he brings her back up again, the sun is starting to fade.
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She feels a mighty eruption coming again but is determined to make him go off at the same time. He just keeps pumping in and out while smiling at her, at times kissing her breasts. She tries, really tries to hold it back but it has too much power and she blows again. She is spent, all energy gone, and falls into a deep blissful sleep.
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He reaches for a cigarette, lights it, takes a deep drag, exhales and says. “You’re right Nancy, it is better when she doesn’t talk.”

Boy

Boy, I’m telling you, parts of me is so far behind that the front part of me just had a rear ender with my ass. No, you don’t want to picture that.
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Damn, you did anyway didn’t you? The happy faced dick up my ass. LOL
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Stop thinking about it….. Really. LOL
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Boy, I had a busy week, as many did, I think we all need a rest. And we had a small crew for the Friendship Dinner yesterday so I was very busy. Yup, I’m tired, but not as stressed as I have been for a few months. Not that I think anything will improve a lot now, we’ll see, I’m backing off on politics for a bit.
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I did not know that picture of me existed until the other day when George sent me an email with it as the background, George likes to use backgrounds in his emails. Last year when the tall ships where in the area some of the fellows at the UU Fellowship expressed the desire to go out to take pictures of them. So I offered to take them out on my boat, that is the best way to take those kind of pictures with boats like that under full sail as they came over to Port Angeles from Victoria. It was a good day for all and they got some great picture’s.
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George snapped the pic of me at the pilots station as I watched everything pertaining to piloting a boat in busy waters with a lot of security added because of 9/11. When Coast Guard skiffs with machine guns mounted on them are watching you like a hawk you keep hoping that you don’t do something that might piss them off. 9/11 has been a pain in the ass all around.
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Yup, I’m getting old, bags, lines, wrinkles showing up all over. A nose that is getting bigger, hairs popping out where they never have before. And I wear it all with pride, I’ve tried to shove 250 years of experiences, learning, and wear and tear onto a 63 year old body, I’m surprised I’m still here. Yup, I’ve been down a lot of dirt roads, it shows, so I’m getting ugly, so what, I earned it baby, believe me, I EARNED IT !!!! I was a handsome kid though, don’t you think? From the looks of it, I have always been, umm, studying, staring out, trying to understand it all.
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I see that Scott Adam’s is also having problems with one of the members of the Insane Chicks Society. Some chicks *rolls eyes*. But some problems are just best fixed by pissing on them. I’m not running a bleeding hearts club here, not putting frosting on fucked up brains so that they can feel good about themselves instead of growing up. Live is hard, get the fuck over it.
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I suppose that most of my readers also read his blog, but the comment I left was: That was just to godfuckingdamnit funny. Yup, it's the Internet. The days of trying to enforce copy writes are over. She'll just have to get over it. And your response was great, sometimes you can fix a problem by pissing on it.
Billy B
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In the news: McCain to launch 2008 exploratory panel (his picture in the article)….. Is it just me or are about 90 percent of Republicans Christians, fat, ugly, mouthy, stupid, insane, and not sharing their riches with others? Talk to me.

Super smart sons of a bitches. Every so often I run into some someone that thinks that they are super smart. Usually they are business monkeys or educators with puffed up egos about their self importance, and bragging to you how smart they think they are. Whereas I just think that I’m your average smart son of a bitch. But when they show up I give them a test that I devised. I send them an email telling them that there is a hidden message in the email and that if they are so damn smart to tell me what it is. They never figure it out, that I inserted some white text on a white background, you can’t read it unless you highlight all the text. That little trick works every time. Hell, I can pull it on them again a year later and they have forgotten it already. So I get to write back and remind them that they are fucking stupid. LOL
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Lusty thinks that I have an alternate identity or persona. She also said, “That is not the point.
I just have a thing for old phoneys...like I despise them. Haven't you ever had someone just creep you out?”…. Well, that is her problem, but I don’t have an alternate identity. I’m me, this is real, how could anyone make this up? Who in the fuck on the blogs is being more real and transparent than I am? And here is another real deal, I don’t give a fuck what she thinks, she has never bothered to get to know me, okay. It freaks her out just by my telling her that I love her because she took it out of context. Blah, they don’t even do hugs over there, I’m moving on, always moving on.
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Tomorrow is Sunday, I will post about Hammer’s miracle then. Hugs, BBC

New Plate

I went to the courthouse to renew my registration today and they gave me new plates. I guess they do that every seven years whether you need them or not. Cool, I got two B’s and a 69, the cosmos sure smiled on me today.
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Sewmouse… I have a thing about blue also, most of my clothes have blue in them.
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We’re right pleased about that new plate over here at Polly’s Honky Tonk Salon and Whorehouse. Hugs, BBC

Tattoo's

A lady, I don’t recall which one because I look at so many blogs, was saying something about tattoo’s. Personally, I don’t get them. Well, for the most part anyway. I see people all the time that have tattoo’s all over their body’s. Bitching because they don’t have homes and such. Well, hello? Tattoo’s are expensive, all the other stupid shit you folks do, like booze and drugs are expensive. Don’t whine to me because you don’t have a home, I bought my first home in my middle twenty’s.
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Mostly I think tattoo’s are stupid. But !!! Having said that, I do have one. I did it myself when I was about sixteen. The initials where added later. They are LC, meaning Laurel Cook, my stupid Christian wife. Okay, so I had a weak moment, I got over it and will one day have it changed to LG. Love Goddess.
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Any who, I think that small discrete tattoo’s are fine. Every woman should have a butterfly, flower or some such thing on her breast or butt. For me to kiss of course. (Smirk) But walking scenery just doesn’t make much sense to me even though some of it is interesting. And a lot of it isn’t well thought out and is just stupid. That’s just my two bits worth of course.
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I’m still giving thought to Hammer’s post of his miracle, and will reply to it soon, but today I just want to relax, lick some tattoo’s. :-)
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Well, as long as I’m being a little sensuous, I’ve stumbled across a few blogs in the last few days that makes Lusty seem rusty. I mean, these gals are steaming. Maybe Lusty should stayed on track instead of wondering off in different directions. But we all have our own journeys don’t we?
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I don’t have time to read their blogs but they are pretty cool. Besides, I don’t need to read their minds, not with my imagination. LOL
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Have a great day folks. Oh, ladies, send me pic’s of your tattoo’s, the more skin, the better, it’s all about the love ya know… LOL…. Hugs. BBC

Polls

Polls? oh, Polls. I thought you said POLES !! As in the Maypole, or the Easterpole.
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Hello, this is the folks over at Polly’s Honky Tonk Salon and Whorehouse, and we are conducting an exit poll. Was it as good for you as it was for us?
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Looks like the Dem’s got back control of the house, now if they just don’t fuck up. But it seems that politics is all about fucking up. We’ll just have to wait and see how it goes.
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It’s laundry day, dollar day at the laundromat, gets the hash marks out of my shorts in case company shows up.
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I really should take time out to learn Blogger a little better and brush up on my html code that I haven’t used for years, I’m a bit rusty on some things. But God just never shuts the fuck up. LOL
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Please stay on the line, your call is important to us. Have a great day everyone. Hugs. BBC

Cheney's hunting partners

Can voting machines be tampered with? According to the How Stuff Works site they sure can.
http://people.howstuffworks.com/ref/vote-tampering.htm

Frankly, I don’t get these people that think they are Internet detectives. Tracking people through ISP’s and hit counters and such things as that trying to prove their existence or location. Here is a news alert for you. Most of us are using sites like Blog Spot that host our blogs. Any tracking, or whatever you call it, we called it pinging in the early days, I haven’t bothered with it for years, it will only show you the ISP address of the site that is hosting you. It hasn’t got a damn thing to do with where you are actually at. Ditto for hit counters and such. You can’t prove anything by that, meaning, you are wasting your time trying.
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Now, smack yourself on the forehead *Smack*, okay, repeat after me, “Doh!!! How stoooopid can I be?”
Geez, I’m surrounded by frigging idiots, and the really depressing part is that I think I should be your leader. LOL
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For example, J-G said on Lusty’s blog, “Anyway, there are multiple persons operating that blog using the billy cook id.” That woman doesn’t have a frigging clue what she is talking about, and neither does Lusty. Very few people have their own servers sitting in their front rooms you idiots. Smack your forehead and repeat after me……… LOL … Even if I had my own server it wouldn’t mean a thing, it could be anywhere, maintained by someone else. Doh!!!! The only way to prove to yourself who I am is to drop by and meet me, bring your own refreshments. Oh, and bring pizza, or pussy. Oh well, I should feel lucky that she hasn’t spammed the email address shown in my profile.
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Even if someone had the email address that is associated with my ISP they wouldn’t be able to prove much by trying to track it either. There is only one blogger buddy that has that address, her I trust, but I sure wouldn’t give it to a nut like J_G.
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Tit and Tat
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I wanted to post about something that is posted on Hammer’s (his miracle, that I BTW can fully believe) blog today, but we got distracted with some entertainment yesterday even though the guest of honor didn’t show back up, and I had already gotten most of what I was going to post on Monday written on Sunday. So I’m just going to keep chugging along here and will go ahead and post it today. Hopefully I can post my thoughts about what Hammer said tomorrow.
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The difference between cats and dogs is that dogs understand the word no.
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The little bit of rain gutter that I put up fills a fifteen water barrel in very little time. I put a fifty-five gallon one there and will see how it does. Maybe I will buy a thousand gallon one. The rain in this area provides some of the best water available anywhere.
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Sparkle, thank you for your nice words hon. Gracie, you also hon, Hugs. It’s okay about the crazy religious chicks in here, I think they just brighten up the whole room, don’t you? I mean, they are just here to entertain us, and you know that they want me. What? They have another motive? Well gosh, for the life of me I can’t fathom what it might be. I thought they where just dropping in to fondle me.
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But really I don’t expect to find what I’m looking for, someone to finish this strange spiritual journey with me. It’s okay, I’m fine alone. Maybe she doesn’t exist anymore. Not in this country anyway, this country is full of fruitcakes and I’m so frigging delusional that I think I should be their leader. LOL… By the way, Sparkle, do you really think that marriage is a mistake? I’ve always felt that you should keep doing it until you get it right. I would do it again, only I’m a lot more careful these days. I fully believe that it helps hold a couple together better, gives them a special bond. It’s kind of like the ultimate expression of love. But, what do I know. Or to put it in a humorous way, a man wants a woman to marry him so that it’s illegal for her to have sex with other men. LOL
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Have you read the Di Vinci Code. That is what I am looking for, and I don’t suppose that I have to explain to you what I mean if you have read that book. But that soul, that one soul, that can look into my eyes and hold my hand and not be in any hurry while we make love. Like Jesus and Mary did, but they don’t mention that in the stupid bibles they have over here.
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You folks fussing with J_G, and women like her, you may as well give it up, but she is always welcome here. :-) She believes she is a victim, and she wants you to feel sorry for her because she has always been a victim. She believes that all the shit that has came down on her in her life is the fault of something or someone else. That because she hasn’t found much love is because of everyone else. That the men in her life where all more or less trash. I suspect that she hasn’t ever looked in a mirror and admitted that she was responsible for some of it. That she was the cause of some of her troubles and problems.
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She can get to you emotionally, make it sound real good. Tug at your heart some, and then come right back and trash you because you don’t always see her as the victim. Believe me, I know women like her all to well, knowing them has helped make me a pretty good psychologist. She reminds me a lot of my wife, she could be very convincing also. For example J-G said, “Because I'm damn fed up with people thinking they have to attack someone and act uncivilized to make their point.” Odd, because that is exactly what she does, she gets very insulting in fact.
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As for my wife, I didn’t learn enough the first time, I went back for seconds. But ‘victims’ turn you into the victim, following me here? Life is about lessons, you keep getting them over and over until you learn them, or not. But having said that, there was a kind of love or affection there also. Maybe I shouldn’t have went back, but we always do things with the best of intentions I think. Well, some assholes don’t, but most of us do I think. Besides, in my defense I have to say…….. he, he, he……. She had a really nice pussy. LOL
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Sigh, Nancy (BSB) deleted her blog, sent me an email with a few kind words so we are staying in touch a bit through email What a shame, she is special, had so much to share with us. I’m sure that we all feel a loss. Maybe she will decide to start another blog. She inspired me, I’m trying to figure out how to raise some money for a worthy cause via having my head shaved. Here’s to you BSB, you rock!!!
Have a good day folks. Hugs … BBC

Entertainment?

It appears that J_G wants to entertain us for a while so I’m not going to do much of a post today. I refer you to yesterdays post and comments. Enjoy, feel free to chip in with your two bits worth. :-) Hugs.

It's Sunday already?

People that have been visiting this blog for a while know that they will not get a Sunday sermon or service here, even though I am a card carrying minister. That card is just bullshit, a course I took, to satisfy some government requirements. It makes me look more important in certain circles. If you are new here and want to see how a Sunday service should be to you go to my blog post of
http://bbc98362.blogspot.com/2006/10/sunday-fellowship.html
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Sparkles Spanked Me.
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Well, not really, not that I would mind that, but she asked for me to revile eight things about myself. I’m so open on my blog that there isn’t much I haven’t reviled about myself. But no new visitor has time to go through all of the old blog posts. And there are a few things I can come up with I suppose, maybe even more than eight. And some of them haven’t been mentioned before
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My first sexual experience (other than with my hand) was at the age of twenty, in the front seat of a 1954 Plymouth Station Wagon, with a lady I barely knew. I was on leave partying with friends in a town that I used to live in.
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I’ve cut my own hair for years. I pick my own nose and scratch my own butt. But I’ve patted others. :-)
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I’ve been married five times. Three times where short ones, two times were to the children’s mother. Haven’t been married to anyone since 1987.
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When my wife died, ex wife actually as we were divorced again, my daughter was living with me as her mother was being a Hitler.
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My son is adopted, he came with the wife.
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I had a daughter with my first wife that I haven’t seen since she was very young. She was adopted by the man that married her mother, fair enough.
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Before moving here I lived for twelve years with a woman 18 years older than me. It was the most stable relationship I’ve ever been in. (No, it wasn’t like a mother thing, she just really liked sex. :-), Well, she was a pretty good woman also.)
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I was beat a lot as a child, I never beat my children.
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My wife would beat on me until I would hit her back. I once spent ten days in jail for that.
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Many of my female friends are much older or younger than I am. Many women around my age are really screwed up. The few I do get along with well are the smartest of the lot.
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The biggest mistake I may have ever made was the decision to move back in with family when I was about eleven. Before that I was a high grades student with an above average IQ for that age.
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The dumbest thing I may have ever done, was stay there until I went into the Navy.
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I did not fucking take dads cigarettes, my brother did, I just got the whipping for it.
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I sure got good at hot-wiring the cars though. :-)… No wonder I went on to become a master mechanic.
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I would walk to the next town picking up bottles out of the ditch and redeem them at the tavern. Walk back home on the other side of the highway picking up bottles from that ditch, redeem them at the grocery store, go back in the evening and steal them and sell them to the tavern. Hey, it’s fucking called capitalism. LOL
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The Catholic priest was on my paper route. Always gave me a good tip. Told me it wouldn’t buy a hooker but it would buy a good cigar. It was a fucking mining town, why wouldn’t the cheap son of a bitch give me enough for a hooker? Not that I would have known what to do with her at sixteen, I thought a pecker was for pissing on rocks and bugs. Or writing in the snow.
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Spotted on a ladies blog, a beautiful new word. Godfuckingdamnit. Wow, it was getting late in the day, I was beginning to worry that I wasn’t going to learn anything that day, and she came through for me.
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Okay you Yahoo’s at Lusty’s, I have some things to say to you. Hippo, like I’m supposed to care if I piss off your right wing Christian friends that are fucking this planet up? Just ask me if I give a fuck, you dip shit. You, you…. Pussy.
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Lusty seems to think that I insult everyone, but she doesn’t see the trend. I only insult stupid bullheaded right wing Christians, and a few other complete bullheaded idiots. I’ve never said anything but nice things to her and about her. If she doesn’t see that, well, fuck it, I won’t comment on her blog anymore. I have plenty of friends in my own and others blogs to play with.
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Just because I’ve said that I love you, Lusty, it doesn’t make me a pervert, so don’t take it out of context. It’s not my fault if your other friends don’t say it, that you are not used to seeing it. It’s not, “I love you and want to have sex with you. It’s I love you because you are you.” You didn’t see Jlee freaking out just because we told each other that we love each other and use sexual innuendoes between each other at times. I love you, so just fucking get over it.
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You didn’t expose me, you have never understood me, and you don’t know me. You don’t even know yourself yet.
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It isn’t just politics with Jennifer, it’s also about her stupid right wing Christian beliefs. And any of you that don’t completely agree with her will just piss her off. The current thread on your blog makes that pretty clear. Yes, Jennifer, please do, throw your fucking computer out the window, thank you very much. You won’t let anyone love you anyway. If I can’t tell someone I love them without them freaking out, well, screw them, screw all of you. Like Ron said, go look in a fucking mirror.
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Yes, Jennifer, I have been a truck driver and in 48 states and a third of Canada. I’ve also been a service manager, master mechanic, inventor, builder, business owner and many other things that you will never be, so what? Get over it and yourself.
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Okay, some humor now.
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It's 3:00 A.M. and Goldie wakes up to see her husband pacing the floor. "Morris, why can't you sleep?" she asks him. "You know our next door neighbor, Sam. I borrowed $1000 from him, and it's due tomorrow morning and I don't have the money. I don't know what I'm going to do." Morris replies. Goldie gets out of bed and opens the window. "Sam!" she shouts, and several times more, "Sam! Sam!" Finally a very groggy Sam opens the window opposite her and yells back, "What, what is it? It's 3 AM, what do you want?" Goldie says, "You know the $1000 my husband owes you? He doesn't have it." She then slams the window shut and turns to Morris and says, "Now you go to sleep and let Sam pace the floor."
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"The Wal-Mart chain is refusing to sell a book written by WWF superstar Mankind because the book contains a picture of a naked elf. Everywhere Wal-Mart shoppers are asking themselves the same
question, "What's a book?"
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That TZ, what a funny guy: The guy who delivers our office supplies has a heavy Portuguese accent, and when he saw the National Geographic video about seals sitting on the table he smiled broadly and
shouted, "Foka! Foka!" "No," I said, "If you fuck one of those in this country I'm pretty sure you'll go to prison on some 'humping and endangered species' charge." "No, no, no," he said quickly. "Foka mean 'seal' in Portuguese." "I see," I said pointing to the big seal next to the little seal in the picture. "So I'm betting that that's the mother foka?"
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There was a great eruption of a south Sea island volcano. The witch doctor appealed to the tribal chief, demanding that a virgin be sacrificed to appease the volcano. The chief apologized, "I've used up all the virgins myself, so I guess we'll just have to get used to the noise."
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Two deaf people get married and during the first week of marriage they find that they are unable to communicate in the bedroom with the lights out; since they can't see each other signing, or lips to lip-read. After several nights of fumbling around and many misunderstandings, the wife figures out a
solution. Honey, why don't we agree on some simple signals? For instance, at night, if you want to have sex with me, reach over and squeeze my left breast one time. If you don't want to have sex, reach over and squeeze my right breast two times. The husband thinks this is a great idea. He suggests to his wife if she wants to have sex with him, reach over and pull on my penis one time. If you don't want to have sex, pull on my penis two hundred and fifty times.
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Have a peaceful Sunday all, go now in love and peace… BBC

My Retreat

That is a picture of my thirty-two foot boat (Boy, had a hard time getting a new post today, Blogger seems to be having a fit) , before I put a radar unit on it, anchored in Discovery Bay, where I once spent two days and nights at one with self and the cosmos. It wasn’t fancy on the outside but it had good running gear, new tanks and wiring and was very dependable. I made a special carburetor for it and it got decent fuel consumption for that size of a boat. Didn’t go fast but I didn’t care about that. It wasn’t real pretty on the outside but it had a wonderful warm cabin inside. The berth was cedar lined and the cabin was all mahogany. She has an eleven-foot beam and a NINE foot wide cabin, one foot makes a lot of difference. Table and two seats on the left side, and a head. Long seat and small kitchen area on the right side. A very comfortable and serviceable setup compared to other boats the same size.
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I didn’t take her out a lot, but did invite others to go out on it with me to watch the fireworks on the forth of July. Best seat in the house and no traffic to fight later. And a head for anyone that needed it.
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But, it was always at its berth in the marina and I spent many a night on that boat having mighty struggles and arguments with the cosmos, reading books, writing on my laptop, and sleeping under the special quilt that Laurel Ann made for me, it was my retreat. Sometimes I spent days on her. The heat was left on because I also went there in the winter, she was always waiting there, welcoming me. I built a seagull nest and mounted it on the seawall and watched families of gulls come and go. Last spring a goose couple even used it, but a coon got her eggs.
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I took a woman there once, for an, umm, spiritual experience. That went over like a fart in church, turned out that she was just a ‘bad Catholic’ (her own words) that wanted to be screwed, like a monkey. Oh well, romantic as she was in some ways, she is first and foremost just a spoiled brat with a short fuse and a big temper.
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I sold her last fall, they are raising the moorage rates every year for the next five years. They want to make this an upscale marina, to hell with common folk. It’s okay, she served her purpose very well at the time, it was time to move on. I now hike to the hot springs often, and I’ve bought a small camp trailer that I will fix up and use as a retreat, it will be more flexible. And I have this comfy room (to me), with the owl chalice over the head of my bed, all is well. Here, but the rest of the world, boy, it’s scary out there.
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I’m changing comments to registered bloggers only. Some anonymous comments don’t bother me, I just think they are cowards that won’t display anything about themselves. I’m changing it because of the idiot that spams us with money making crap. It’s tiresome deleting those posts.
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Sorry, no jokes today, I felt like being deep. Well, Lusty doesn’t like me anymore I guess, thinks that I am a troublemaker, it’s alright, she isn’t as much fun anymore anyway, but how about a deep thought? The world needs gadflies willing to poke everyone in the forehead. Love, Peace… Hugs. BBC

Hey Nancy (Evening Post)

I have a coffee cup I bought years ago in a Hallmark shop. I know that you love your school and children, it’s just the administration you have issues with, right? I wrote about school administrators fifteen years ago when I put out a weekly newsletter in Utah. And things haven’t improved a bit, gotten worse actually. Anyway, what this coffee cup says on it. “There were a helluva lot of things they didn’t tell me when I hired on with this outfit.”
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I’ve been to many meetings where administrators and those ilk are spewing forth with their monkey droppings. A few times I’ve said something like, “That’s an interesting piece of mental masturbation.” They just stand there looking stupid. Oh, wait, they are stupid, with diplomas, can’t get over themselves. They need a good case of the clap.
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That minister that is in the news…… I got to wondering…… if he would like to butt fuck God. And what I should charge should I decide to prostitute myself. :-) Those idiot Christians can be very entertaining, it’s too bad they are so damaging. He is trying to weasel out of it of course, and that brings us to the thought of the day: You can’t polish a turd.
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It was a pretty decent day, other than some rain, but it was warm. I got up one piece of rain gutter and a tube to a water barrel. You asked how I keep coming up with all this shit. Well, the cosmos has a magical way of connecting me with all this ‘shit’. Don’t ask me how it works, I just go with the flow and let it happen. :-)
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&*&%$#@ traffic, the money mongers are totally screwing up this town. There is only one way in and out with no alternate routes in some places. A Pepsi truck had nailed a car in the side, the side!! On a one way street, a one way street, and not at an intersection, I’m not clear how that happened but it sure screws things up when that happens. And at lunch today I had to listen to two businesmen talking (I did have to bend an ear a bit to hear the monkey shit), yup, this country is in deep shit.

You lucky twerp

You have won an all expense paid cruise on my luxury cruise liner. For the simple reason that you are frigging special. LOL
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I don’t have time to write a lot today, I’m busy stalking someone. :-) Always remember, you are the hunter, or the hunted……. Smirk. Hugs, BBC

If you've had kids

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
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