And it ain't gonna be mine.
CharlieGodammit scraped his nutsack somehow a couple of days ago and it got infected. I took him into the vet and we agreed we might as well cut him, and as long as he's out, take his dew claws too.
He's none too happy about the situation, either.
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
27 days later
and Ronning Arms Corporation is closed and it looks to me like for good.
The BATF closed down the only indoor range in town, put several people out of work and shut down a business in an area where unemployment hit 20% last year.
Good going, guys.
Your morning laugh
In 1872 the Arabs invented the condom, using a goat’s lower intestine.
In 1873 the British somewhat refined the idea by taking the intestine out of the goat first.
David posted this on my FB page. I'm still cleaning coffee off the ceiling.
In 1873 the British somewhat refined the idea by taking the intestine out of the goat first.
David posted this on my FB page. I'm still cleaning coffee off the ceiling.
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Yeah, I'd have killed myself before puberty
Everyone seems to wonder why Muslim terrorists are so quick to commit suicide.
Let’s have a close look at the evidence:
- No Christmas
- No television
- No nude women
- No football
- No pork chops
- No hotdogs
- No burgers
- No beer
- No bacon (NO MOTHERFUCKING BACON?)
- Rags for clothes
- Towels for hats
- Constant wailing from some prick in a tower
- More than one wife
- More than one mother in law
- You can't shave
- Your wife can't shave
- You can't wash off the smell of donkey
- You wipe your ass with your hand
- You cook over burning camel shit
- Your wife is picked by someone else
- Your wife smells worse than your donkey
Then they tell you that "when you die, it all gets better"
No shit Sherlock!......It's not like it could get much worse!!
Let’s have a close look at the evidence:
- No Christmas
- No television
- No nude women
- No football
- No pork chops
- No hotdogs
- No burgers
- No beer
- No bacon (NO MOTHERFUCKING BACON?)
- Rags for clothes
- Towels for hats
- Constant wailing from some prick in a tower
- More than one wife
- More than one mother in law
- You can't shave
- Your wife can't shave
- You can't wash off the smell of donkey
- You wipe your ass with your hand
- You cook over burning camel shit
- Your wife is picked by someone else
- Your wife smells worse than your donkey
Then they tell you that "when you die, it all gets better"
No shit Sherlock!......It's not like it could get much worse!!
Ol' Yeller or CGD or whatever....
CharlieGodammit kinda sorta loves homeless dudes. At least once a week I realize that I ain't finished drinking but I am entirely too drunk to drive - tonight was a good example.
So I leash him up, walk him to the 7-11 about 5 blocks away and pass by the bus stop where there's at least one motherfucker hanging out.
"Feel like earning a buck or two?" I ask.
"Doing what?"
"Watch my dog while I score some beer. His name is Ol' Yeller."
I go in, grab a 3 pack of Tall Boys, come out and collect my dog, slip the motherfucker a couple of bucks and explain that he growls at everybody and not trip, sorry he snapped at him, then wait for him to try and rip off my place while calling my dog "Ol' Yeller."
So I leash him up, walk him to the 7-11 about 5 blocks away and pass by the bus stop where there's at least one motherfucker hanging out.
"Feel like earning a buck or two?" I ask.
"Doing what?"
"Watch my dog while I score some beer. His name is Ol' Yeller."
I go in, grab a 3 pack of Tall Boys, come out and collect my dog, slip the motherfucker a couple of bucks and explain that he growls at everybody and not trip, sorry he snapped at him, then wait for him to try and rip off my place while calling my dog "Ol' Yeller."
No more Tweekers
Cbullitt and Bella both hammered me on my last "Tweekers" post from 2 different directions, a classic pincers operation. Kinda sorta makes me wonder if they teamed up on me.
Bella mentioned a dear, dear friend that had passed away and cbullitt reminded me that we've all either been there ourselves or had close friends that have and it was time to drop that shit and celebrate those that are still living. Plus he wanted to see more titties.
You got it. No more of that shit unless they're doing something that makes you go "What the fuck.....?"
I've always said that I do this blog for me and not you, but I value both of these folks' thoughts.
Bella mentioned a dear, dear friend that had passed away and cbullitt reminded me that we've all either been there ourselves or had close friends that have and it was time to drop that shit and celebrate those that are still living. Plus he wanted to see more titties.
You got it. No more of that shit unless they're doing something that makes you go "What the fuck.....?"
I've always said that I do this blog for me and not you, but I value both of these folks' thoughts.
Bud's a goner
Yeah, my Grandpa Bud finally decided to up and fucking die on us Friday. I was beginning to think the old fart was gonna live forever as many times as we've been called in to say our "last" goodbyes.
Matter of fact, I called in Friday so I could hunt the full moon Thursday night/Friday morning and was on my way back into town about 11 AM when I got the call from Dad.
"What's up?"
"Pop just died."
Huh? "What did you just say?"
"Bud just died.
"No fucking shit? Really?"
"No shit. Where you been? We've been trying to get ahold of you - called work, called the house and been trying to call your cell."
"I was in the hills shooting coyotes."
"Yeah? Do any good? Look, drop off your rifle and get your ass over to Aunt Sharons'. Your mama's there and needs you."
So I get over to Sharons' place and bigger than shit, the motherfucker was dead. Still lying there in his bed as a matter of fact and not looking too good, I might add.
Anyways, mama saw I was there, grabbed me and started bawling. I hold her for a minute then set her down on the couch and set for a minute with Bud.
Fuck, he really was dead......
His obit was in the paper today and it's in the post down below. I liked the part about him coming out here to The Promised Land back in the early 30s in a boxcar. What the obit didn't say was my great granny loaded him and his sisters and brothers in that boxcar and all came out here together looking for Buds' dad who had came out here first and was supposed to send for the family except that he got drunk and laid up with a loose woman.
And the part about him liking everybody? Only if you weren't black, indian, mexican, oriental, arab, jewish, eskimo, hindu european or especially a goddamyankee.
Matter of fact, I called in Friday so I could hunt the full moon Thursday night/Friday morning and was on my way back into town about 11 AM when I got the call from Dad.
"What's up?"
"Pop just died."
Huh? "What did you just say?"
"Bud just died.
"No fucking shit? Really?"
"No shit. Where you been? We've been trying to get ahold of you - called work, called the house and been trying to call your cell."
"I was in the hills shooting coyotes."
"Yeah? Do any good? Look, drop off your rifle and get your ass over to Aunt Sharons'. Your mama's there and needs you."
So I get over to Sharons' place and bigger than shit, the motherfucker was dead. Still lying there in his bed as a matter of fact and not looking too good, I might add.
Anyways, mama saw I was there, grabbed me and started bawling. I hold her for a minute then set her down on the couch and set for a minute with Bud.
Fuck, he really was dead......
His obit was in the paper today and it's in the post down below. I liked the part about him coming out here to The Promised Land back in the early 30s in a boxcar. What the obit didn't say was my great granny loaded him and his sisters and brothers in that boxcar and all came out here together looking for Buds' dad who had came out here first and was supposed to send for the family except that he got drunk and laid up with a loose woman.
And the part about him liking everybody? Only if you weren't black, indian, mexican, oriental, arab, jewish, eskimo, hindu european or especially a goddamyankee.
Bud
Bud came to California from Missouri as a young child in a boxcar with his mother and siblings in the early 30's and settled in the Sacramento area. He joined the Army during the Korean War. He was a fighter throughout his life. He battled spinal meningitis as a young man and he pulled through that illness by sheer will power. As he got older, he continued to fight for his life but this time his heart was his enemy. He had 3 heart bypasses and several stints'' in his heart. He was indeed a walking miracle his doctors said. Bud's employment in earlier years was scrapping metal. He also worked as a truck driver for 37 years for both John Inglis Frozen Foods and Putman Sand and Gravel. It was during that last time of employment that he suffered severe injury to his left leg that left him disabled. His hobbies were fishing, camping and bowling in earlier years. He never knew a stranger and was well liked by an ENORMOUS amount of people. He moved to Sonora 5 yrs ago and started awhole new realm of friends there. He had 12 grandchildren, 26 great-grandchildren and 5 great-great grand-children; several nieces, nephews and a numerous amount of friends that is impossible to be counted. Services will be at Lakewood Funeral Home, Hughson, California. Visitation will be Wednesday Sept. 29 from 4-8 p.m. and funeral services will be Thursday, Sept 30 at 10 a.m. Pastor Adrian Condit will officiate. www.modbee.com/obituaries
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Fuck Mo.
Yeah. A religion of peace and love.
The Jews call Ezra a son of Allah, and the Christians call Christ the son of Allah. That is a saying from their mouth; (in this) they but imitate what the unbelievers of old used to say. Allah's curse be on them: how they are deluded away from the Truth! (9:30) (See also Bukhari 8:427), one of the last things Muhammad ever said on his deathbed was "May Allah curse the Jews and Christians.”)
The Jews call Ezra a son of Allah, and the Christians call Christ the son of Allah. That is a saying from their mouth; (in this) they but imitate what the unbelievers of old used to say. Allah's curse be on them: how they are deluded away from the Truth! (9:30) (See also Bukhari 8:427), one of the last things Muhammad ever said on his deathbed was "May Allah curse the Jews and Christians.”)
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