Was a pretty good day. Caught one fresh water clam, and fought a scum suckin’ carp through four jumps. Ear to Ear shit eatin’ grin the hole time line was burnin’ off the rod. That bastid got away in the end, but I didn’t care. It ain’t like you’d hang a carp on you wall… He/She was fun while they were on the other end of the crank bait.
Bought a used ridin’ mow yesterday. Grass was ’bout a foot tall in the areas that the dogs fertilize. Had plenty of volunteers to cut the grass, if I’d pick up the poop. They claim steppin’ in dog shit is harmful. Little do they know they’re just on the begginin’ of life’s road of dog/bull shit.
Now, I want one of these since I’ve got the ridin’ mow… Yes, it’s a turd burner. You guessed it.
In a former life GRKJI was known as William Hung(Stage Name) when he was tryin’ to bust roose in Horryrood… Here’s a few of slick Willie’s videoz.
I testicularly like 2-4, but that’s just my opinion although that chick with the Cowboy lid Paula Abdooya is pretty hot. Damn… puttin’ this sheaut together was like sufferin’ through one of those VH1 “Where are they now deals”… kinda made me want to cry. If you ain’t got time to watch ‘em all, just catch 3 and 4. Mo betta. If you got like zero bullshit time, hit the last one, 4… if you ain’t smilin’ after that, you ain’t alive…
I’m the Juggernaut bitch!
If you got ten minutes of time that you can waste and never get back, and, fuck, shit, bitch, and other assorted adjectives don’t wad your panties, then click the more link… In this case it’s more like the morON link… You been warned Yeah, I’m talkin’ to you GRKJI…
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I upgraded again, to WP 2.5.1 because it said it was mo’ betta. I tried puttin’ back my plugin that show ‘Neck pictures in the upper right, and setting it up. It still shows 5 pictures, no matter how many I tell it to. I’m sure it’s my “custom crap plugin” that’s at fault. Any help on that one…. ‘Preciated.
Boat motor… When I busted my hoof last autumn I couldn’t get one single sole to help me winterize the boat, hence, it wasn’t. By the time I regained mobile verticality, it didn’t make any since to do it. So I didn’t. WOT works now after a fresh start of the motor, but once entering a no wake zone, resuming wide open throttle yields similar results to that of pissin’ up a rope. I need a two cycle motor expert to give me a clue on what kinda snake oil I need to put in the gas tank to eat out the gas that … fossilized in my carburator over the lovely winter month’s here in Ahia. Once that’s done, I might actually be able to fish again if I have any vacation left. Fishin’ on the weekends here is useless as tits on a bore hog. Everybody and there got-danged brother is out there in any kind of floatin’ cooler they posses. Weekdays are your friend if you want to catch anything besides a buzz. Piss poor boat motor is a buzz kill.
Neckson’s rig needs a radiator… And he’s lettin’ me know it. I want the grass cut to the tune of the number of times it takes to pay for radiator. It, the grass, stands a foot tall in the back yard now within the places the dogs have range of on the cord. It’s gonna rain tonight and tomorrow mornin’. Typical Ahia weather. Ask Jack. He’s move the Memorial Golf Tournament a couple times and it gets rained out more than an early season Indians game gets snowed out, but it was close on that count. I’d say suck it, podna, cut the grass, I’ll get the radiator, but I know the little shit will seize the motor and blame me for not gettin’ the radiator. Then, “I’ll have a truck” to get rid of, and a kid “to cool to ride the bus to school” and I’ll either be back downtown for truancy(not mine, his), or payin’ for a new motor for his crap.
Thank got he’s 17. 18 levels the playing field a bit. Yes both of ‘em will still be my offspring but I can always tell ‘em to go work somewhere. Hmmmm… might have to think that one over again. I’ve done that before and it didn’t get me much farther through the thick “I know it all” skulls they’re sportin’.
Tomorrow, ‘Neckson said he was goin’ runnin’ with some Marines and his buddy on the football team that runs extra after practice with him. I’ve been pullin’ more Marine mail out of my mailbox in the last few months than I ever thought was possible. I hope he doesn’t get corrupted on a run around the resevoir that I fish on. I warned him… I told him tonight I’d have to take him to a blog meet or two and see if he could meet Eric, Joe, Richard, or Jerry… He said, if he could take his girlfriend he’d go.
Look… maybe I’m too late on the corruption thing… I know if I take him to Tennessee, or Texas, or Georgia, or where ever Joe is guest appearing today and let his girl go with him… those two will wind up playin John and Oko for a weekend on my tab…
I don’t even know why he bothers to get checked… Maybe he was one of the 1250 crank yankers and was lookin’ to make a little caish on the side.
Check this, and you’ll understand why I’m spewin’ “Hory Cwaps!”…
Now I know who the researchers in Austriala spies in Australia were spyin’ on.
We’re gonna have to take this fella out, snipers or snakes, either way is oTAY with me. If he keeps his current trainin’ regimen up, he ain’t never gonna cwoak.
The good thing about it aw is now I know he ain’t talkin’ to me when he drops his tag line “Wuv you wong, wong time”… If that’s not trash talkin’ crotch talkin’ I don’t know what is? He’s bein’ literal. The Advocate had an article on it too. I think I saw him kissin’ a one of his genitals generals in the banner at the top of that article.
