Saturday, January 09, 2010

Punkindog

Well, I had Doc put my Punkin down this morning.
It was something that needed to be done for a while but something I just couldn't bring myself to do.
We had a good morning together - ate some bacon, then I brushed him out and loved on him before taking him for his last ride.
Doc knew how much Punkindog hated going to the vet so he went out to the truck and gave him his shot there while I held his head and felt him slowly relax. It was an easy way to go.
I buried him in the back near the orange tree with his favorite ball, his rawhide bone and the fucking watch he stole from me.
I sure do miss my Bud.

Hang him from the nearest tree

Will somebody explain to me again why he is being tried with all the rights and privileges of an American citizen?


Somber Christmas terror suspect pleads not guilty

DETROIT – Wearing a chain at his ankles, a somber-looking Nigerian man accused of trying to blow up a U.S. airliner on Christmas said he understood the charges against him, triggering the defense of a criminal case that could lead to life in prison.
Umar Farouk Abdulmutallab's arraignment in federal court Friday took less than five minutes and a not guilty plea was entered on his behalf. The 23-year-old said little, telling the judge simply that he understood the six-count indictment he faces and the maximum penalty

Thursday, January 07, 2010

Yahoo!

I'm on vacation this coming week.
I ain't planning shit except fishing, sleeping, drinking as much beer as I can afford, smoking a bunch of pig meat and maybe painting my reloading room.
Oh yeah, I may go visit my poor ol' sick Granddad. If he's lucky.

I'm just sayin'

There's 3 kinds of people in this world that I absolutely hate. One is a man that would harm a child, another is a woman beater and the last is a fucking thief. I don't hate one any more than the other, they are all equally detestable in my eyes.
A bullet is what all of them deserve.

A plug

Okay, more of you folks need to go over and read Deb's blog. She's all right even though she lives up in Maine and only owns guns that come in those motherfucking hard-to-open-plastic packages.
She does a great series on Why I Love ME (Maine) and her Clippings From The Fridge articles kick ass.
Hey, she's talented, she's funny as hell and she owns a devil-dog named Nutjob. Anybody that names her dog Nutjob can't be half bad.
You can find her blog in my side bar or click on the link below.
http://www.debbiedoesdrivel.com/

Wednesday, January 06, 2010

Bacon. Mmmmm, bacon.....

Shit, you HAVE got to check this bacon link out.
Copy and paste to your browser.
http://theoatmeal.com/comics/bacon_love
Thanks Karen!

Monday, January 04, 2010

Chief Walking Eagle

President Barack Obama was invited to address a major gathering of the American Indian Nation two weeks ago in upstate New York.
He spoke for almost an hour about his plans for increasing every Native American’s present standard of living. He referred to his time as a U.S. Senator and how he had voted for every Native American issue that came to the floor of the Senate.
Although President Obama was vague about the details of his plans, he seemed most enthusiastic and spoke eloquently about his ideas for helping his “red sisters and brothers.”
At the conclusion of his speech, the Tribes presented Obama with a plaque inscribed with his new Indian name, “Walking Eagle.” The proud President then departed in his motorcade to a fundraiser, waving to the crowds.
A news reporter later asked the group of chiefs how they came to select the new name they had given to the President.
They explained that “Walking Eagle” is the name given to a bird so full of shit it can no longer fly.

Bacon. Mmmmm, bacon.....


Bacon scented candles..... Gotta have it!
-Thanks, Terry!

Whew!!!!!

Well, the fucking holidays are over and none too soon either.
Because the warehouse that I work in is a 7 day a week operation and is only closed 3 days a year - Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Years - we get a heavier workload from about mid-November through the second week of January. Not only that but our work schedule is rearranged to fit the workload during those weeks that the holidays fall in. This year Christmas and New Years fell on a Friday so my schedule went from Saturday through Monday off to Friday through Sunday off which fucked me all up. For 2 weeks I felt like I was a day behind.
But there was gonna be an upside. I was going to get off early New Years Eve and have Friday through Monday off, a 4 day weekend, due to my schedule reverting back. I had planned on heading to the hills and staying for a couple or 3 days and fish my ass off, camp up in the snow, and maybe disrupting the peace and quiet with a little gunfire.
But that didn't happen.
Earlier in the week I found that my Grandpa Bud had been having a series of minor heart attacks. Then on the way home from work Thursday after putting in overtime instead of getting off early my mom calls and tells me that he was at the emergency room because he'd been pissing pure blood.Then she asks me if I'd stick close to the house in case the fucker up and died on us, just in case she needed me.
I swear, Bud's got shit timing. Couldn't he do this any other weekend than my one and only 4 day weekend of the year?
Needless to say, that put me in a foul mood to start my New Years celebration.
So I get in from work and promptly get into an argument via email with my ex - my divorce was to be finalized at midnight and we both needed to get one last shot in, I guess.
I was in bed by 10 pm New Years Eve (Yeah, I'm a party animal) and spent the rest of the weekend just hanging out. Cleaned house, paid bills, regular bullshit, waiting for a call that Bud had finally died.
I got up this morning and made my final payment to my divorce attorney and then headed to the vet's to have a talk with him about putting my old dog down. I've come to the realization that I'm keeping him alive more for me than for him. He's deaf, I'm pretty sure he's almost blind, he has a real hard time getting up as well as walking and I truly think that his mind's going. But it's gonna be so fucking hard to let him go. And here's the thing: He HATES going to the vet and I don't want him to spend his last moments freaked out and afraid. So what I was hoping was that Doc would just give me some pills that I could give him at home and we could spend his last minutes with his head in my lap with me scratching his ears.
But Doc was in surgery and the girl at the desk acted like it was the nuclear codes I was wanting instead of some tranquilizers. "Oh no, we couldn't do that, those drugs are controlled!"
Fuck it, I'll go back Saturday and talk to Doc himself. I've known him for 30 years and he can tell you the name of every dog that's owned me in that time. If for some reason he won't give me the drugs then maybe I can con him into coming out to the house and giving GODAMMIT THE FUCKING STONES ARE ON THE TV the dog a shot here in the living room.
I went to the hospital to see my "dying" granddad and I'll be damned if Bud wasn't sitting up in bed looking better than I've ever seen him, holding up a jar of blood he'd just pissed out, looking proud as hell about it. Thanks for fucking up my weekend, asshole.
I'm back to work tomorrow, hopefully things will get back to normal.

Sunday, January 03, 2010

I Like Guns!


Thanks, Stevienatt

YOU PROMISED DAMMIT!!!!


-Thanks, Janey!

Oh God, YOLO.....

"Hi Mom, How are you?"
"Hi Son, where are you? I thought you were with your father at Bunning's Hardware."
"Yeah we were, but I got arrested, and they've let me make one phone call"
"What happened?"
"Oh, I punched this African-American woman in the head."
"What on earth ... why did you do that?"
"Well it wasn't my fault. Dad told me to find a Black & Decker."

And fuck you twice, Asshole!

An Amish farmer walking through his field notices a man drinking from his pond with his hand.
The Amish man shouts: "Trinken Sie nicht das Wasser, die Kuhe und die Schweine haben in ihm geschissen!" Which means: "Don't drink the water, the cows and the pigs have shit in it!"
The man shouts back:
"I'm a Muslim, I don't understand your gibberish. Speak English, infidel!"
The Amish man shouts back in English: "Use two hands, you'll get more!"

Rock on, Yolo!!!!

150 large for cbullitt

Soylent Green is all jacked up because he got 150,000 hits on his blog.
Hey, that's some hot shit. Go on over there and give him a pat on his back for the fine job he's been doing.
Tell him Wirecutter say hey! as long as you're there, would ya?
www.cbullitt.wordpress.com

How to start your day right

HOW TO START EACH DAY WITH A POSITIVE OUTLOOK
1. Open a new file in your computer.
2. Name it 'Barack Obama'.
3. Send it to the Recycle Bin.
4. Empty the Recycle Bin.
5. Your PC will ask you: "Do you really want to get rid of 'Barack Obama?'"
6. Firmly Click 'Yes.'
7. Feel better?
GOOD - Tomorrow we'll do Nancy Pelosi!

Thanks Mom!