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Honest to god, craftspeople are the WORST. It’s like they all have to prove right off the bat they are not like your grandmother, but they’re all edgy and relevant and shit.

Wrong on so many levels, some well defined and others quite murky.

Weasel… swim towards the light!

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I started to, LK. I really did. But then I saw a link in the sidebar and somehow I ended up with the Czechoslovakian torturer cannibal cult mom.

I will never, ever complain about my mom again.

Holy shit-sucking leeches, Weas. We gotta get you out of there fast. Literally my skin crawled. My “male parts” shriveled up and took refuge next to my adam’s apple.

Heh. You can call them “the triplets.”

yuk yuk yuk yuk… at least everything didn’t just shrivel up and fall off. (it was a 50-50 shot, looking at that picture)

And it’s *so* life-like!

But I have to admit: I lust for a Bloody Saw scarf.

I could go for a little Baconhenge.

mmmmmmmmmm-Baconhenge.

Awww, gee Weas, you always know how to make me feel better. The women I’ve known say the quickest way to a man’s heart is through his ribcage, but the stomach is good, too.

Did someone say … bacon!?!

Man, I could lay waste to that entire pot of baconhenge. I would die fat and happy.

Geeze, sounds kind of like and alien abduction story. Watch out for random anal probes.

p.s. Send that pouch to me. Schroedinger needs something to excersize his creative side on (besides my knuckles, and other more sensitive parts of the anatomy).

“What did you do to the cat? He looks half-dead.” – Mrs. Schroedinger

“This is your brain. This is your brain on catnip”….

Not half-dead, just hung over… LOL

Cannibal Cult Mom… There’s a story I didn’t need. Something is fishy about the neighbor though. They picked up on a closed circuit TV? How the heck did they do that? Just happen to jack into the signal line?

Meanwhile I am done for the week. Roasted like a piece of Baconhenge. I’ve been working outdoors, all week, way the heck out in the middle of nowhere. It hit 110 this morning at 11. I think I have a touch of heat frustration.

Heat Frustration?

Ya mean Heat Prostitution, Allen?

Ain’t no way to spend a birfday.

I will make up for it in about 4 hours. I will be safely ensconced in the mountains at 6500 feet where sunlight hardly penetrates through the trees. Hopefully Buddy the Bear will make an appearance.

How in hell can anyone get worked up over bacon…when that nasty looking ‘sis’ from some horror flick, stripped pieces of flesh – prolly looking like bacon – from a child?

WTF? Back in the day when men were men, them freaks woulda been taken out back and shot. Woulda saved a lot of money.

*skin is crawling…or sliding away anglerfish-like*

Please. There’s always room for bacon.

Geez – screw Buddy the bear 🙂 I’d be more concerned about Buddy the Beer and his twin sisters Steak & Potato.

PnB, I can think of a long line of folks (myself included) who would pay good money to be in a lottery for blowing the sick f***S clean out of their socks, men and wimminfolk both. Of course they would never do that, but we can all dream. Hurting innocent people – KIDS – is way very not cool with me. Bad bad not cool.

Yes, a $1 bullet vs. millions in legal/court costs. You decide.

Me, I don’t have the luxury of beer tonight. I got roped into taking a sweet young thing on the Catholic School Girl Run tommorrow morning for a friend of mine. I have to be up at 4:30 to go pick her up in the pass, then off to Denver. I’m packing my motorcycle with all the energy shots, gatoraid, jerky (and TP) it will hold….

Scubafreak, I have no idea what your comment means, but it sounds immoral if not positively illegal, so…enjoy, and please don’t get yourself arrested.

McGoo not to worry on the Beer angle. If everything has gone according to Hoyle then the stream will have been stocked by the time I arrive. It better be, or my step-son will be in non-clover status. 🙂

It’s not the cops that worry me, it’s the 1%’ers in the MC’s you have to be carefull of.

Allen – I never for one second doubted that you had things well in hand, or that I was a moron! Happy Friday! Happy Birthday (in the region of, anyway)! Happy Summer Solstice!

The Catholic Schoolgirl Run……energy shots, Gatoraid, jerky (and TP)….

Whoa. I always knew I’d regret not being religious…

Yeah Friday!! Double yucky eww for a fetus (foetus–silly Brits) change purse. Would that be a fetal change purse?

Well since I’m wandering around in here by myself I think I’ll get comfortable 😛

May I get you a drink?

All I have is water and milk. And Pakola (South Asian ice cream soda). And some sort of Spanish fruit pop drink. And mango juice.

Honey, it’s Friday night. We’re gonna break out the vodka.

Comfortable meant busting out of the restrictive bonds of the patriarchy, man! 🙂

Hah. I’m part of the patriarchy.

Fear my, er, penile skills?

My brother (only male in a group of 4 women, 5 if you include his “girlfriend”) refers to it as the “Rod of Power” when issues like his being both of my grandmother’s favorite comes up.

Just got back from across the street. The milf there was feeding me Bloody Marys with the olives stuffed with garlic. Quite tasty.

We spent time firing big rockets into the air and watching them explode, and then hiding the shit and waiting for the cops to drive by. We’re not supposed to set fireworks off until a few days before the 4th.

Mmmmmmmmm…garlic-stuffed olives. I just drank copious amounts of beer (Yuengling draft) and watched “The Longest Yard” remake at La Local Watering Hole.

I tell everyone that garlic-stuffed olives are really good for ones’ health. Actually, I don’t know jack shit about any health benefit to them one way or the other: I just use it as an excuse to pig out on them every chance I get.

I’ll pass on the fetus purse, but everything else rocks.

Dogs don’t know it’s not bacon