“What we’ve got here is failure to communicate.
Some men you just can’t reach…
So, you get what we had here last week,
which is the way he wants it!
Well, he gets it!
N’ I don’t like it any more than you men.”

Probably be easier to right click that one up there and save it to play later… Even my own shit chokes on it. (more…)

I’ve watched it numerous times for reasons I won’t mention, but that you will assume. The danged thing, the last few times through the DVD player, get’s all.. stopped… up… and… herky… jerky. Wouldn’t you know, it’s right when Halle’s showin’ her “features”. I don’t think I paused it there for that long of a time.

I finally got disgusted with it, and pulled the disc out. There was a uhm, spot on the backside of it. I don’t know what it was, but it came off, and now, I can resume the flick flawlessly.

Hey, I dig it, but I dig what my boy bought me, a USBDT(US Beer Drinkin’ Team) hat, like I needed that for permission and a freakin’ DODGE RAM truck shirt on his last trip to Bou’s country. Somehow he managed to avoid the mutant. He did bring back news of a “Pet my Monkey” t-shirt, which went deep down in my heart and made me think of V-man at Christmas time. Gettin’ all those lame gifts year after year… Now, a “Pet my Monkey” t-shirt… he’d be happy as a five year old orphan with a “get out of here for free card”. Yes he would. The boy will dig the new paint too, I’m sure. Then again, anyboy that’ll hop on one of those “fan boats” and pet a gator… (Jimbo, you pussy)… Well, they’re just crazy, or young and indestructable, anyway, and Jimbo, you obviously are not a pussy. Prop’s Jimmy. I don’t want nothin’ to do with those gators either. Unless they’re decoratin’ my boots, or belt, or wallet or on the receivin’ end of my gun. There, you all have your Christmas list early don’t you… Phin done good I think. He’s puttin’ in a switch for us ol’ fuckers that can’t read small print without puttin’ our eyes ’bout 5 feet away and raisin’ a magnifyin glass up.

I hope he gets that workin’. I’m sure he will. But hey, any other stoopid stuff ’round here… Y’all can’t blame it on me anymore. Well, anymore stoopid “layout stuff” that is. There’ll be plently of other stoopid stuff goin’ on ’round here to blame me for. Don’t you worry you heart none over that…

Oh, if you need “skinned”, Apothegm designs down, way down, on the left did it, I didn’t pick the spot, he did, and he’ll do yours too, unless, Sadie is a better fit. That didn’t come out right, cause actually I think Sadie would be a better fit for me then Phin, but Phin had a better feel for my “style”, or lack thereof. I think he did an excellent job. If you don’t… don’t bitch at me. I like it!

Pretty bad when the only thing you’ve got to write ’bout is a new skin… I’d write more but the rest is just to depressin’ to put into words on “paper”. Phin done good. Thanks man!

To titty bar, or not to titty bar, that is the question…

The answer is… irrelevant.  And of course, I didn’t. 

Went to a gay bar instead.  ‘Cause there was no question.

That whole, “Don’t ask don’t tell” deal…

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I swear to Jebus… I was on the way to work this mornin’ when some asshole pulled out in front of me, causin’ a quick deceleration and a near coffee spill… bastard. I finally catch up and grip the coffee cup so as not to liberate it all over the floor of the rig, and the license plate… THE FREAKIN’ LICENSE PLATE of that rig… “THT 1 GUY”. I shit you not, and no, I wasn’ sleepin’… Or “dreamin’ and drivin’”, Tammi…