Thanks, RKW
Thursday, January 08, 2009
The old Cowboy
An old cowboy sat down at the Starbucks and ordered a cup of coffee.
As he sat sipping his coffee, a young woman sat down next to him. She turned to the cowboy and asked, 'Are you a real cowboy?'
He replied, 'Well, I've spent my whole life breaking colts, working cows, going to rodeos, fixing fences, pulling calves, bailing hay, doctoring calves, cleaning my barn, fixing flats, working on tractors, and feeding my dogs, so I guess I am a cowboy.'
She said, 'I'm a lesbian. I spend my whole day thinking about women. As soon as I get up in the morning, I think about women. When I shower, I think about women. When I watch TV, I think about women. I even think about women when I eat. It seems that everything makes me think of women.'
The two sat sipping in silence.A little while later, a man sat down on the other side of the old cowboy and asked, 'Are you a real cowboy?'
He replied, 'I always thought I was, but I just found out that I'm a lesbian.'
RF's Guns
Hey Ken,
I want to play, too.
Clockwise from one o'clock.
Colt M1911A1 .45 ACP Mfg. Sept. 1944.
HK Compact USP .45 ACP Mfg. 2000.
Bernadelli Model 60 .380.
Thomas & Sons pocket pistols. Mfg. 1780's (I think, maybe 1770's).
Hopkins & Allan Police Safety 5 shot .32 cal. Mfg.1900's.
Colt .22 LR Mfg. 1960's.
Rohm und Haas .44 magnum Mfg. 1970's.
Suhl .41 Calvary revolver Mfg. 1893 - This single action German revolver unusual, it has a safety, the hammer almost required two hands to cock, but the trigger release is under 5 lbs.
Colt M1911A1 .45 ACP Mfg. Sept. 1944.
HK Compact USP .45 ACP Mfg. 2000.
Bernadelli Model 60 .380.
Thomas & Sons pocket pistols. Mfg. 1780's (I think, maybe 1770's).
Hopkins & Allan Police Safety 5 shot .32 cal. Mfg.1900's.
Colt .22 LR Mfg. 1960's.
Rohm und Haas .44 magnum Mfg. 1970's.
Suhl .41 Calvary revolver Mfg. 1893 - This single action German revolver unusual, it has a safety, the hammer almost required two hands to cock, but the trigger release is under 5 lbs.
Brother, You've got some nice contemporary handguns, but I'm really admiring your antiques.
Priorities
Tonight, channel 3 KCRA news (NBC, Sacramento) covered the funeral of TJ Gonzales, a soldier from Newman CA killed in Sadir City, Iraq.
They devoted less than 30 seconds to this soldier.
They gave more air time to 2 horses that threw their riders at a park because they were spooked by ATVs.
You fuckers......
They devoted less than 30 seconds to this soldier.
They gave more air time to 2 horses that threw their riders at a park because they were spooked by ATVs.
You fuckers......
Wednesday, January 07, 2009
Lesson learned
I just now saw a commercial for K-Y Warming Gel - "2 in 1 warming, 2 in 1 tingling."
Sounds like Ben Gay on the num nums to me.
Man, I'll never make that mistake again.....
Sounds like Ben Gay on the num nums to me.
Man, I'll never make that mistake again.....
Poor Dad
Not only did Dad not catch his BAT yesterday but we got skunked. Not a fucking fish was caught between the two of us.
That was probably the first time in 2 years that this has happened. I mean, there's been times when we've gone out together and ONE of us didn't catch fish, but at least one of us had a catch. Not yesterday though.
What was funny about the whole deal was we were the only ones on the lake that were fishless. Granted the fishing was kinda slow for everybody, but they were catching one every great once in a while.
It wasn't for a lack of trying though, I double damn guarantee you that. I always had one rod out with bait and was throwing lures with another. I tossed so many damned lures that my back was killing me by 3 in the afternoon.
The high point of the day was when we were leaving. Dad looked up the rock face of the dam and said "I don't know, that's a whole lot of up, Boy (49 years old and he still calls me Boy)." And it was, maybe 250 feet of mud, wet shale and boulders we had to billygoat almost straight up to get to the truck.
Once we started up, I got a little ahead of him, just concentrating on finding some sure footing. All of a sudden I heard his tackle box start rattling and bouncing off rock. I whipped around and saw him maybe 20 feet below me, slipping and sliding with one leg pointed straight out.
"Fall down and spread out" I hollered as I dumped my gear and slid down to where he was at, getting there just in time for him to do one of them fancy Ice skating whirlygigs and hit the rocks.
He lay there stunned for a minute.
"Fucker, you keep tumbling down hillsides everytime we go, Mom ain't gonna let you go fishing with me no more. You break anything this time?"
"No, I don't think so," he says. "You gonna stop laughing long enough to help me up?"
It took me a minute to stop giggling and catch my breath. I'm sorry, I couldn't help it - I'm laughing now when I picture the whole thing again. Where's a video camera when you need it?
I took a break today from fishing. I cleaned house, ran some errands and napped most of the day. Besides, my legs are sore from lugging all of our gear and Dad the rest of the way up the dam face.
That was probably the first time in 2 years that this has happened. I mean, there's been times when we've gone out together and ONE of us didn't catch fish, but at least one of us had a catch. Not yesterday though.
What was funny about the whole deal was we were the only ones on the lake that were fishless. Granted the fishing was kinda slow for everybody, but they were catching one every great once in a while.
It wasn't for a lack of trying though, I double damn guarantee you that. I always had one rod out with bait and was throwing lures with another. I tossed so many damned lures that my back was killing me by 3 in the afternoon.
The high point of the day was when we were leaving. Dad looked up the rock face of the dam and said "I don't know, that's a whole lot of up, Boy (49 years old and he still calls me Boy)." And it was, maybe 250 feet of mud, wet shale and boulders we had to billygoat almost straight up to get to the truck.
Once we started up, I got a little ahead of him, just concentrating on finding some sure footing. All of a sudden I heard his tackle box start rattling and bouncing off rock. I whipped around and saw him maybe 20 feet below me, slipping and sliding with one leg pointed straight out.
"Fall down and spread out" I hollered as I dumped my gear and slid down to where he was at, getting there just in time for him to do one of them fancy Ice skating whirlygigs and hit the rocks.
He lay there stunned for a minute.
"Fucker, you keep tumbling down hillsides everytime we go, Mom ain't gonna let you go fishing with me no more. You break anything this time?"
"No, I don't think so," he says. "You gonna stop laughing long enough to help me up?"
It took me a minute to stop giggling and catch my breath. I'm sorry, I couldn't help it - I'm laughing now when I picture the whole thing again. Where's a video camera when you need it?
I took a break today from fishing. I cleaned house, ran some errands and napped most of the day. Besides, my legs are sore from lugging all of our gear and Dad the rest of the way up the dam face.
Tuesday, January 06, 2009
Here we go again
Well, I never thought I'd get tired of fishing, but I think the day has finally come. And yes, I am headed back out in an hour or two.
Not that I'm not catching fish, it's that I ain't connecting with what I want. So today I'm taking Dad (I'm beginning to hate him) up to Amador where they have a Cutthroat/Rainbow hybrid that fight like hell and can reach 10 pounds in 3 years. Not only that, but the smallest fish they put in that lake are 18" and 3 pounds.
Fuck, if Dad doesn't catch a BAT today I'm gonna push his ass in the lake and call it quits.
Not that I'm not catching fish, it's that I ain't connecting with what I want. So today I'm taking Dad (I'm beginning to hate him) up to Amador where they have a Cutthroat/Rainbow hybrid that fight like hell and can reach 10 pounds in 3 years. Not only that, but the smallest fish they put in that lake are 18" and 3 pounds.
Fuck, if Dad doesn't catch a BAT today I'm gonna push his ass in the lake and call it quits.
Deb's BB gun - http://debbiedoesdrivel.blogspot.com/
Hi Ken - Attached is a photo of my treasured BB gun, given to me by my father, The Terrorist, and the reason for many limping squirrels and one sore cat butt.
It's worn and broken in and I sleep with it under my pillow just waiting to point that thing between Mr. Rapist Burgler's eyes and giving him the headache of his life as he ascends my stairs (if Nut Job doesn't rip him apart first).
Deb
Ummm, I've seen pictures of NJ. You'd best be counting on that BB gun.
Monday, January 05, 2009
Food for thought
Professor Joseph Olson of Hemline University School of Law, St. Paul, Minnesota , points out some interesting facts concerning the Presidential election:
Number of States won by:
Democrats: 19
Republicans: 29
Square miles of land won by:
Democrats: 580,000
Republicans: 2,427,000
Population of counties won by:
Democrats: 127 million
Republicans: 143 million
Murder rate per 100,000 residents in counties won by:
Democrats: 13.2
Republicans: 2.1
Professor Olson adds: "In aggregate, the map of the territory Republican won by Republicans was mostly the land owned by the taxpaying citizens of the country. Democrat territory mostly encompassed those citizens living in government-owned tenements and living off various forms of government welfare.
Professor Olson believes the United States is now somewhere between the "complacency and apathy" phase of Professor Tyler's definition of democracy, with some forty percent of the nation's population already having reached the "governmental dependency" phase.
If Congress grants amnesty and citizenship to twenty million criminal invaders called illegals and they vote, then we can say goodbye to the USA in fewer than five years.
Thanks, Kousin Karl
Gotta be California (again)
What the fuck is the guy in black wearing on his lid??? No, never mind, I don't want to know.
A miracle!!!
Holy shit, there's been a miracle today!!!
I had a doctor's appointment this morning and I got out of there without Doc shoving his finger up my ass!!!
YAHOO!!!!!!!!!!!!
I had a doctor's appointment this morning and I got out of there without Doc shoving his finger up my ass!!!
YAHOO!!!!!!!!!!!!
Steve's guns
Here's a spread with my rifle and Glock 22C, including enough rounds and "high-capacity" magazines (15 for the Glock, 30 for the AR) to make Sarah Brady cry and cause Paul Helmke to wet himself. My question still stands. Does Paul Helmke has a penis? Real men don't act the way he does around guns. If you can't watch someone fire a .50 cal and think, "Cool!," but instead think up reasons to ban them, you have manliness issues.
Fucking A, man. I know some women too that feel the way we do, too.
Damn, all these nice guns make me jealous.
Thanks.
Sunday, January 04, 2009
Straight up White Trash, God bless her
Shotgunnin' a beer. You're gonna be puking in your lap later, Sweetie.
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