Hey, a while back when I was having problems with a commenting troll, one of my regular readers sent me a link to block them.
I need that link again if you'll be kind enough to re-send it.
My ex (who I've blocked from my email adress) has been using this blog to track me and has been using the comment forum to leave nasty messages for me and while I could give a flying fuck if she knows what I'm up to, I just don't care to hear from her anymore.
AT&T blocks her texts and redirects any calls, but my blog seems to be her last resort and while I have commenting moderation to keep her from posting, I want her out of my life so help me out if you please........
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Blocking internet trolls
Sorry, folks. I'm gone.
Post are gonna be tight for the next couple of days.
I'm on vacation this week and after getting bills caught up, my truck back in shape and some lightweight work around the house done, I realized I haven't had a real vacation in quite some time.
So today I packed up my rifle, git kit and CharlieGoddamit and hit the road to find a coyote to shoot at or for CGD to fight. So far this year it's CGD 2, me 0 and I aim to catch up if he'll let me.
The trip down was leisurely (I'm presently at the Flying J Truck Stop north of Bakersfield and no Deb, I ain't scoring meth), it took me 10 hours for a 4 hour drive and I'm spending the night here if I can find someplace nearby to camp.
Tomorrow we're headed into the desert to hunt, then a drive back up 395, hunting along the way, then over Ebbits Pass and home by Saturday afternoon.
Cousin Buddy is making his annual visit on his way home from the Imperial Valley (no Deb, he didn't score no meth passing through Barstow) where he winters and he's set up a Haggard/Horton family get together for Saturday evening. I don't want to miss that because I'm hoping his cousin Merle will be there - I've never met Merle although we're related in a very roundabout way. And yeah, if he shows up, you can be doubledamned sure I'll post pictures of us together.
So anyways, bear with me, hit the archives and I'll see y'all soon.
I'm on vacation this week and after getting bills caught up, my truck back in shape and some lightweight work around the house done, I realized I haven't had a real vacation in quite some time.
So today I packed up my rifle, git kit and CharlieGoddamit and hit the road to find a coyote to shoot at or for CGD to fight. So far this year it's CGD 2, me 0 and I aim to catch up if he'll let me.
The trip down was leisurely (I'm presently at the Flying J Truck Stop north of Bakersfield and no Deb, I ain't scoring meth), it took me 10 hours for a 4 hour drive and I'm spending the night here if I can find someplace nearby to camp.
Tomorrow we're headed into the desert to hunt, then a drive back up 395, hunting along the way, then over Ebbits Pass and home by Saturday afternoon.
Cousin Buddy is making his annual visit on his way home from the Imperial Valley (no Deb, he didn't score no meth passing through Barstow) where he winters and he's set up a Haggard/Horton family get together for Saturday evening. I don't want to miss that because I'm hoping his cousin Merle will be there - I've never met Merle although we're related in a very roundabout way. And yeah, if he shows up, you can be doubledamned sure I'll post pictures of us together.
So anyways, bear with me, hit the archives and I'll see y'all soon.
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Damned smoke nazis
ANAHEIM, Calif. -- Police say a Southern California father shot at his adult son for leaving cigarette butts in the backyard.
The Monday morning shooting led to a 90 minute lockdown of a nearby Anaheim elementary school.
Police Sgt. Rick Martinez says 68-year-old John Bennem found the cigarette butts and became angry. The Los Angeles Times says Bennem pulled out a handgun and marched his son into the backyard to show him the butts.)&t=blank&al=(as$128okub71,aid$FJ7zC0S0qpE-,bi$749503551,ct$25,at$0))
The Monday morning shooting led to a 90 minute lockdown of a nearby Anaheim elementary school.
Police Sgt. Rick Martinez says 68-year-old John Bennem found the cigarette butts and became angry. The Los Angeles Times says Bennem pulled out a handgun and marched his son into the backyard to show him the butts.
Martinez says Bennem fired a shot, but it didn't strike the son.
The man surrendered to police after a brief standoff outside the home.
Bennem was booked for investigation of assault with a deadly weapon and criminal threats.
The man surrendered to police after a brief standoff outside the home.
Bennem was booked for investigation of assault with a deadly weapon and criminal threats.
Monday, April 25, 2011
Bartering
I read a post somewhere the other day on bartering, something I do when I can can, being perpetually short on cash money and I thought I'd post something on my experiences today.
Bartering is nothing more than trading one service (or goods) for something you need want or gotta have. Simple as that. It leaves no records of transactions and best of all, no motherfucking taxes for either party. It can be anything that you can do for something you need as long as both parties are in agreement.
My truck has been getting worse and worse gas mileage and I have my registration due soon, requiring a smog check. Total cost for a full tune-up and smog check will run me about $500 - I've got the money but don't want to part with it if I don't have too. So today I wander down to my mechanics' garage (who I've bartered with before) to see how I can knock down the price.
"Hey Eddie, what's happening?"
"Hey Brudder (Eddie's an Iraqi Christian and a BAD motherfucker, been doing business with him for years), what can I do for you?"
"I need a tune-up and smog check, can you hook me up?"
"Yeah, for you I do it cheap. How's your mudder?"
"Meaner than ever. You need any work done? Something to knock down the price a little?"
"Yeah. I was going to call you next week. I need satellite for my TV hooked up in my house. You do that for me like at my old house? I just charge you for smog that way."
"How many rooms?"
"Four is all. Throw in 250 rounds of 45 ammo and bring in your truck tomorrow. I make it priority."
"You got the gear and dish?"
"Yeah, from my old house. Can you do it this weekend? We move in next week."
"Done. Hug your wife for me. Fuck Obama."
"Fuck Obama, Brudder."
There you have it. My total cost? Less than 50 bucks for the smog certificate and 4 hours of labor.
The beauty of this is you can trade anything from yardwork to house cleaning to reloading to fish and game. Seriously, my doctor cuts my bill in half as long as I bring him some fish after my visit. I painted the window sills on my vets' house for CGDs' shots last month.
With a little imagination you can swap shit you don't have for services, and then trade for things you do have to somebody else to pay for those services.
You'd be surprised at what you can do with folks that you've done business with and are trusted. Build up a little rapport with your tradesmen and give it a shot. Nobody likes to pay taxes and everybody need SOMETHING done.
It can't hurt to at least ask, right?
Bartering is nothing more than trading one service (or goods) for something you need want or gotta have. Simple as that. It leaves no records of transactions and best of all, no motherfucking taxes for either party. It can be anything that you can do for something you need as long as both parties are in agreement.
My truck has been getting worse and worse gas mileage and I have my registration due soon, requiring a smog check. Total cost for a full tune-up and smog check will run me about $500 - I've got the money but don't want to part with it if I don't have too. So today I wander down to my mechanics' garage (who I've bartered with before) to see how I can knock down the price.
"Hey Eddie, what's happening?"
"Hey Brudder (Eddie's an Iraqi Christian and a BAD motherfucker, been doing business with him for years), what can I do for you?"
"I need a tune-up and smog check, can you hook me up?"
"Yeah, for you I do it cheap. How's your mudder?"
"Meaner than ever. You need any work done? Something to knock down the price a little?"
"Yeah. I was going to call you next week. I need satellite for my TV hooked up in my house. You do that for me like at my old house? I just charge you for smog that way."
"How many rooms?"
"Four is all. Throw in 250 rounds of 45 ammo and bring in your truck tomorrow. I make it priority."
"You got the gear and dish?"
"Yeah, from my old house. Can you do it this weekend? We move in next week."
"Done. Hug your wife for me. Fuck Obama."
"Fuck Obama, Brudder."
There you have it. My total cost? Less than 50 bucks for the smog certificate and 4 hours of labor.
The beauty of this is you can trade anything from yardwork to house cleaning to reloading to fish and game. Seriously, my doctor cuts my bill in half as long as I bring him some fish after my visit. I painted the window sills on my vets' house for CGDs' shots last month.
With a little imagination you can swap shit you don't have for services, and then trade for things you do have to somebody else to pay for those services.
You'd be surprised at what you can do with folks that you've done business with and are trusted. Build up a little rapport with your tradesmen and give it a shot. Nobody likes to pay taxes and everybody need SOMETHING done.
It can't hurt to at least ask, right?
Recognizes muslim hloidays, ignores the Christian ones.
What a fucking punk.
Can you tell that the spokesman was dodging the question about Wingnut issuing a simple fucking statement about Easter?
- From Green Mountains Homesteading, a great site by a True Patriot.
Can you tell that the spokesman was dodging the question about Wingnut issuing a simple fucking statement about Easter?
- From Green Mountains Homesteading, a great site by a True Patriot.
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CharlieGodammit, the Ambassador of 5 Points
I did a shitload of running today and was just about wore out, so I kicked back in my BassPro Camouflage Easy Chair for a nap. Just about the time I was hitting a good nod, CharlieGodammit came running in the back door with Tug in his mouth and dropped it in my lap, ready for a rowdy game.
Tug is 2 feet of 1" hemp rope tied in a figure 8 in case you're wondering. You can guess why it's called Tug.
Anyways, I got up and went out and let CGD yank me all over the backyard for a while until he loosened his grip to get a better purchase, then I snatched it away and teased him with it, making him run in circles, laughing at him and calling him a pussy.
Yeah, it was funny until he got tired of that shit and bit me on the ass, the motherfucker.
A little while later, he brings me his leash. The motherfucker loves to go for a walk around the block especially during the warm months - not for the weather, he doesn't give a shit if it's raining or what, but because in the summer all the kids are playing in their front yards and he gets pettin's from each and every one of them.
I swear to God, it takes me a half hour to walk him around the block because he's got to stop and get attention from all of them. They all know his name and come running over when they see him.
What's cool is that when he sees one, he doesn't yank my arm off, he just stops and sits until they come to him. And what's funny is that he won't allow an adult to come near a kid as long as they're with him. Seriously. I've had parents approach and he'll snarl until I stop them, then turn back to the kid and start washing their little faces again. Yet, let the parents approach without the kid and he's perfectly fine with them.
The little boy next street over has gone from "DOG! DOG!" when he sees us to "CHAWIEGODAMMIT" in just the past month or so. It's so fucking cute.....
Tug is 2 feet of 1" hemp rope tied in a figure 8 in case you're wondering. You can guess why it's called Tug.
Anyways, I got up and went out and let CGD yank me all over the backyard for a while until he loosened his grip to get a better purchase, then I snatched it away and teased him with it, making him run in circles, laughing at him and calling him a pussy.
Yeah, it was funny until he got tired of that shit and bit me on the ass, the motherfucker.
A little while later, he brings me his leash. The motherfucker loves to go for a walk around the block especially during the warm months - not for the weather, he doesn't give a shit if it's raining or what, but because in the summer all the kids are playing in their front yards and he gets pettin's from each and every one of them.
I swear to God, it takes me a half hour to walk him around the block because he's got to stop and get attention from all of them. They all know his name and come running over when they see him.
What's cool is that when he sees one, he doesn't yank my arm off, he just stops and sits until they come to him. And what's funny is that he won't allow an adult to come near a kid as long as they're with him. Seriously. I've had parents approach and he'll snarl until I stop them, then turn back to the kid and start washing their little faces again. Yet, let the parents approach without the kid and he's perfectly fine with them.
The little boy next street over has gone from "DOG! DOG!" when he sees us to "CHAWIEGODAMMIT" in just the past month or so. It's so fucking cute.....
Ooooh, that'll work. Sanctions always work. Ask Iran.
WASHINGTON -- The Obama administration has begun drawing up targeted sanctions against Syrian President Bashar Assad and his inner circle, officials said Monday, as the White House escalated U.S. condemnation of the increasingly violent crackdown against anti-government protesters in which more than 300 people have been killed.
Sunday, April 24, 2011
How to behave during an islamic massacre
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You may have asked the wrong person, buddy.
I saw a one legged muslim with no arms at the ATM today.
He asked me to check his balance.........
So I pushed him over.
-Texas Fred
He asked me to check his balance.........
So I pushed him over.
-Texas Fred
Yeah, riiiiight, Mom.
So I sitting at my folks' house after dinner, burpin' and fartin' with a belly full of pig meat done 900 different ways when Mom looks straight at me and asks "Are you going to come over Friday and watch the Royal Wedding with me, Son?"
I was fucking speechless. I looked at her, not really believing she would ask me such a question and finally said "Ahhhh, no. I believe I'll pass on that one."
Everybody in the room fell out laughing except Dad.
He leaned over and whispered "Fuck, you had me worried. For a second there I thought you were actually considering it."
I was fucking speechless. I looked at her, not really believing she would ask me such a question and finally said "Ahhhh, no. I believe I'll pass on that one."
Everybody in the room fell out laughing except Dad.
He leaned over and whispered "Fuck, you had me worried. For a second there I thought you were actually considering it."
Remind me to never piss them off
My neighbor across the street had married my pharmicist and shortly moved out because his new family had suddenly outgrown their home.
He rented the place out to a guy that said it was just him, his daughter and a roomie.
Well, guess what.
It turned into 4 or 5 adults living there with a BOY, and a non-stop party.
A couple of months ago, I heard an argument in the street and I jumped out and told the motherfuckers to either put it in the car or back in the house and the next thing I know, the cops are beating on my door saying I threatened them with a gun.
I invited the nice officers inside and explained things to them. They must've believed me, seeing as I didn't go to jail.
Yesterday, when I was picking up my blood pressure meds, Sarah asked how things we're going. I told her about the problems and she gave me her hubby's number, said if there were any more problems, to give him a call. She also mentioned that Bens' brother was on the local force.
Tonight, there was a problem. Loud music, shit being talked in the street, cars blocking driveways. I called Ben and within 15 minutes, cops were everywhere. I walked outside and explained who I was and they asked me to identify the cars that belonged to the neighbors on either side, explained that they had knocked on the door across the street with no answer and they were going to start issuing citations.
Not only that, but had they towed every fucking car that was even slightly blocking a driveway.
I'm glad me and Ben are on good terms........
He rented the place out to a guy that said it was just him, his daughter and a roomie.
Well, guess what.
It turned into 4 or 5 adults living there with a BOY, and a non-stop party.
A couple of months ago, I heard an argument in the street and I jumped out and told the motherfuckers to either put it in the car or back in the house and the next thing I know, the cops are beating on my door saying I threatened them with a gun.
I invited the nice officers inside and explained things to them. They must've believed me, seeing as I didn't go to jail.
Yesterday, when I was picking up my blood pressure meds, Sarah asked how things we're going. I told her about the problems and she gave me her hubby's number, said if there were any more problems, to give him a call. She also mentioned that Bens' brother was on the local force.
Tonight, there was a problem. Loud music, shit being talked in the street, cars blocking driveways. I called Ben and within 15 minutes, cops were everywhere. I walked outside and explained who I was and they asked me to identify the cars that belonged to the neighbors on either side, explained that they had knocked on the door across the street with no answer and they were going to start issuing citations.
Not only that, but had they towed every fucking car that was even slightly blocking a driveway.
I'm glad me and Ben are on good terms........
Saturday, April 23, 2011
I'm aracist whatever that is
your aracist motherfucker can't you see waht president obama is trying to do for us he's triing to save us from the damge bush caused.
Jesus H Christ, learn to spell and use proper punctuation, motherfucker. And quit blaming Bush. You're sounding like your hero now.
Fucking college kids, I swear......
And yes, this email came from UCLA according to the IP address.
I just hope it was a student and not an instructor.
*****
Jesus H Christ, learn to spell and use proper punctuation, motherfucker. And quit blaming Bush. You're sounding like your hero now.
Fucking college kids, I swear......
And yes, this email came from UCLA according to the IP address.
I just hope it was a student and not an instructor.
Must be a muslim egg.....
Friday, April 22, 2011
Obamas' hidden past?
-Socialism is not the answer
I like the parts where the narrator says "his boyfriend" and Michelle was his "first female love".
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And why weren't the Obamas invited to the Royal Wedding?
From the London Daily Telegraph's Editor on Foreign Relations
"Let me be clear: I'm not normally in favor of boycotts, and I love the American people. I holiday in their country regularly, and hate the tedious snobby sneers against the United States. But the American people chose to elect an idiot who seems hell bent on insulting their allies, and something must be done to stop Obama's reckless foreign policy, before he does the dirty on his allies on every issue."
One of the most poorly kept secrets in Washington is President Obama's animosity toward Great Britain, presumably because of what he regards as its sins while ruling Kenya (1895-1963).
One of Barack Hussein Obama's first acts as president was to return to Britain a bust of Winston Churchill that had graced the Oval Office since 9/11. He followed this up by denying Prime Minister Gordon Brown, on his first state visit, the usual joint press conference with flags.
The president was "too tired" to grant the leader of America's closest ally a proper welcome, his aides told British journalists.
Mr. Obama followed this up with cheesy gifts for Mr. Brown and the Queen. Columnist Ian Martin described his behavior as "rudeness personified." There was more rudeness in store for Mr. Brown at the opening session of the United Nations in September. "The prime minister was forced to dash through the kitchens of the UN in New York to secure five minutes of face time with President Obama after five requests for a sit down meeting were rejected by the White House," said London Telegraph columnist David Hughes. Mr. Obama's "churlishness is unforgivable," Mr. Hughes said.
The administration went beyond snubs and slights last week when Secretary of State, Hillary Clinton, endorsed the demand of Argentine President Cristina Kirchner, a Hugo Chavez ally, for mediation of Argentina's specious claim to the Falkland Islands, a British dependency since 1833. The people who live in the Falklands, who speak English, want nothing to do with Argentina. When, in 1982, an earlier Argentine dictatorship tried to seize the Falklands by force, the British -- with strong support from President Ronald Reagan -- expelled them.
"It is truly shocking that Barack Obama has decided to disregard our shared history," wrote Telegraph columnist Toby Young. "Does Britain's friendship really mean so little to him?" One could ask, does the friendship of anyone in the entire world mean anything to him?
"I recently asked several senior administration officials, separately, to name a foreign leader with whom Barack Obama has forged a strong personal relationship during his first year in office," wrote Jackson Diehl, Deputy Editorial Page Editor of the Washington Post, on Monday." A lot of hemming and hawing ensued." One official named French President Nicolas Sarkozy, but his contempt for Mr. Obama is an open secret. Another named German Chancellor Angela Merkel. But, said Mr. Diehl, "Merkel too has been conspicuously cool toward Obama."
Mr. Obama certainly doesn't care about the Poles and Czechs, whom he has betrayed on missile defense. Honduras and Israel also can attest that he's been an unreliable ally and an unfaithful friend. Ironically, our relations with both Israel and the Palestinian Authority have never been worse. Russia has offered nothing in exchange for Mr. Obama's abandonment of missile defense. Russia and China won't support serious sanctions on Iran. Syria's support for terrorism has not diminished despite efforts to normalize diplomatic relations. The reclusive military dictatorship that runs Burma has responded to our efforts at "engagement" by deepening its ties to North Korea. And the Chinese make little effort to disguise their contempt for him.
For the first time in a long time, the President of the United States is actually distrusted by its allies and not in the least feared by its adversaries. Nor is Mr. Obama now respected by the majority of Americans. Understandably focused on the dismal economy and Mr. Obama's relentless efforts to nationalize and socialize health care, Americans apparently have yet to notice his dismal performance and lack of respect in the world community. They soon will.
Today we honor Mother Earth (snicker)
The Freedom Fighter's Journal
And it all started with an innocent blow job
A mother of four accused of biting off her boyfriend's testicles has denied grievous bodily harm.
Maria Topp, 43, allegedly attacked Martin Douglas at his Newcastle flat at 0400 GMT on 18 February.He required emergency hospital treatment for his injuries.
Ms Topp, from Aycliffe Place, Wrekenton, Gateshead, appeared at Newcastle Crown Court for a brief hearing on Thursday to deny the charge. She was granted bail.
Her two or three-day trial will be fixed later.
Thanks Bryn. I think.
*****
A trial? Yeah, right.
Any woman that's accused of nut-cuttin in any way, shape, or form should be immediately taken out and shot.
But that's just a mans opinion.
Thursday, April 21, 2011
BEAU’S SENIOR HUNTING TRIP 2011
BEAU, LLOYD AND I TOOK OFF ON A GREAT ADVENTURE. WE LEFT EARLY ON A SUNDAY MORNING HEADED TO SOUTH FLORIDA. OUR DESTINATION WAS LOCATED IN CATTLE COUNTRY ABOUT 2 HOURS FROM MIAMI. WE ARRIVED AT THE BRADY RANCH HUNTING LODGE AND IMMEDIATELY MADE SURE ALL RIFLES WERE READY FOR THE BIG HUNT. THEN IT WAS TIME TO RIDE AROUND THE RANCH AND LOOK AT THE WILDLIFE. THE NEXT MORNING WE STARTED THE DAY BY GOING FISHING FOR LARGE MOUTH BASS IN LAKE OKEECHOBEE. OUR GUIDE WAS GREAT. WE CAUGHT 32 BASS IN 90 MINUTES AND RAN OUT OF BAIT. THAT AFTERNOON IT WAS TIME TO GO HUNTING FOR BLACK ANTELOPE. LLOYD MADE A GREAT SHOT AND KILLED AN ANTELOPE AT 277 YARDS. IT WAS DEFINITELY ONE OF THOSE WOW MOMENTS IN LIFE. AFTER A WONDERFUL MEAL, BEAU AND I WENT HOG HUNTING. THE GUIDE ASKED US IF WE WANTED TO SHOT THE HOG OR SPEAR IT. WE LOOKED AT EACH OTHER AND SAID SPEAR IT. WES CLEMENS AND HIS WIFE, FROM C4 KENNELS AND THEIR DOGS , WERE OUR GUIDES FOR THE EVENING. THE DOG BAYED THE FIRST HOG AND HERE WE WENT, WALKING THROUGH UNFAMILIAR WOODS IN THE DARK. THIS WAS SCARY! IT WAS SO DARK AND WE COULDN’T SEE WHAT WE COULD BE STEPPING ON. BEAU HAD THE FIRST HOG. WES LET HIS CATCH DOG OUT AND IT DID HIS JOB. THE HOG WAS CAUGHT AND WES FLIPPED IT OVER AND WAS ON TOP OF IT. WES TOLD BEAU TO SPEAR THE HOG. WHILE THE HOG WAS GOING CRAZY AND MAKING ALL KINDS OF NOISE IN THE DARK, BEAU SPEARED THE HOG AND BLOOD WENT EVERYWHERE. WES TOLD BEAU THAT HE HAD GOTTEN A TROPHY HOG – BIG TEETH, BLACK, AND BAD TO THE BONE. WHILE WES WAS TYING UP THE HOG AND SECURING IT TO A TREE, THE BAY DOG HAD HOG #2 BAYED. WE IMMEDIATELY STARTED RUNNING TOWARDS THE HOG, IN THE DARK, WITH THE 7 FOOT SPEAR IN HAND. THIS TIME THE HOG WAS A MONSTER, WEIGHING OVER 250 LBS. WES TOLD ME TO SPEAR IT. MY HEART WAS ABOUT TO BEAT OUT OF MY CHEST. I SPEARED THE HOG 3 TIMES AND IT WAS DEAD. THIS WAS A VERY SPECIAL TIME FOR BEAU AND MYSELF. WE TOOK PICTURES OF US WITH OUR TROPHIES AND GAVE EACH OTHER HIGH FIVES. WE WILL NEVER FOGET THIS ADVENTURE. LATER THAT NIGHT, BEAU AND I AGREED THAT THIS WILL BE A TRIP THAT WE WILL NEVER FORGET AND HOW MUCH THIS TRIP MEANT TO US AND HOW MUCH WE LOVED EACH OTHER. THE NEXT DAY, BEAU AND A GUIDE TRACKED AN ANTELOPE FOR A LONG TIME ON FOOT. BEAU SHOT IT AT APPROXIMATELY 175 YARDS WITH A 308 REMINGTON.
WHAT A TRIP! WE KILLED TWO TROPHY HOGS WITH A 7 FOOT SPEAR, CAUGHT 32 BASS, 38 QUAIL, AND 2 ANTELOPES IN 2 DAYS. IT WAS A TIME FOR SPECIAL FAMILY FELLOWSHIP. I WAS SO BLESSED TO BE ABLE TO EXPERIENCE THIS WITH MY SON AND BROTHER-IN-LAW. I THANKED GOD FOR A GREAT TIME AND FOR ALL THE GAME WE KILLED. GOD BLESSED US IN SO MANY WAYS WHILE WE WERE THERE. WHEN WE LEFT THE RANCH, WE LEFT SOUTHERN CHRISTIAN SPORTSMENS DEVOTIONAL CARDS AND STICKERS TO SPREAD GOD’S WORD TO MORE HUNTERS THROUGH THE YEARS. WES AND HIS WIFE WERE GREAT FOLKS. HIS WEBSITE IS http://c4kennels.com/
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Once again folks, I'd like to remind you of the good works of Southern Christian Sportsmens Devotional.
They provide dream hunts and fishing trips for youngsters with serious illnesses. Please, if you can afford it, send them a donation to continue this great ministry.
Go to http://www.go-scsd.com/ for information on how to donate to this great cause.
Leadership by example - LTC Allen West
Fuck yeah, You rock, Sir!
CharlieGodammit
Well, it was about a year ago (Good Friday Week last year, can't remember the exact date) that in a drunken stupor I checked Craigslist at the advice of a friend and saw a dog that his daughter needed to get rid of or he was headed to the Stanislaus County Extermination Camp AKA the dog pound.
And me and CharlieGodammit got together the next day.
I know you motherfuckers are tired of hearing of what a great dog he is, so I'll just say we've been celebrating tonight with Busch beer, pizza, doggie treats and lots of processed cheese food.
Damn, that motherfucker can drink.
And me and CharlieGodammit got together the next day.
I know you motherfuckers are tired of hearing of what a great dog he is, so I'll just say we've been celebrating tonight with Busch beer, pizza, doggie treats and lots of processed cheese food.
Damn, that motherfucker can drink.
Fucking asshole......
I just now walked out on my front porch and noticed something was a little different.
Some sorry motherfucker stole my dead grandmothers' plant.
Grandma Audrey gave that plant to me and my ex years and years ago and I don't even know what kind it was and yes, I've taken cuttings from it, but that was the original fucking plant.
It was probably stolen last night - I leave for work an hour before coyote dawn so I wouldn't have noticed it then - because my pscho neighbor would've called me at work asking what I wanted done with the corpse if it been stolen during the day.
So now my pickup is parked in the backyard and me and my wolfdog are hoping they'll come back tonight for the other ones while we're sitting here with the lights off.
And I'm hitting the Modesto Flea Market on Monday looking for it. If I find it, the motherfucker will give it back or I'm gonna cause more damage than he could ever hope to get for the plant. And yes, I'm willing to go to jail for it. That was the only thing I got from her besides tons of love.
Fuck, that put me in a foul mood - just how I wanted to spend my vacation, trying to ambush a thief.
Some sorry motherfucker stole my dead grandmothers' plant.
Grandma Audrey gave that plant to me and my ex years and years ago and I don't even know what kind it was and yes, I've taken cuttings from it, but that was the original fucking plant.
It was probably stolen last night - I leave for work an hour before coyote dawn so I wouldn't have noticed it then - because my pscho neighbor would've called me at work asking what I wanted done with the corpse if it been stolen during the day.
So now my pickup is parked in the backyard and me and my wolfdog are hoping they'll come back tonight for the other ones while we're sitting here with the lights off.
And I'm hitting the Modesto Flea Market on Monday looking for it. If I find it, the motherfucker will give it back or I'm gonna cause more damage than he could ever hope to get for the plant. And yes, I'm willing to go to jail for it. That was the only thing I got from her besides tons of love.
Fuck, that put me in a foul mood - just how I wanted to spend my vacation, trying to ambush a thief.
Ooops!
Rene, who bought my scope, is a he, not a she and is originally from Quebec. He even sent me a picture to prove it - that he's a man, not from Quebec.
Sorry 'bout that.......
Sorry 'bout that.......
Hell yeah
There was a reason why the Westboro freaks didn’t show up to protest at the funeral of Staff Sgt. Jason Rogers in Mississippi. They got their a$$ whooped a couple days before the the American hero returned home.
The Hayride reported, via FOX Nation:
A couple of days before, one of them (Westboro protestors) ran his mouth at a Brandon gas station and got his arse waxed. Police were called and the beaten man could not give much of a description of who beat him. When they canvassed the station and spoke to the large crowd that had gathered around, no one seemed to remember anything about what had happened.
Rankin County handled this thing perfectly. There were many things that were put into place that most will never know about and at great expense to the county.
Most of the morons never made it out of their hotel parking lot. It seems that certain Rankin county pickup trucks were parked directly behind any car that had Kansas plates in the hotel parking lot and the drivers mysteriously disappeared until after the funeral was over. Police were called but their wrecker service was running behind and it was going to be a few hours before they could tow the trucks so the Kansas plated cars could get out.
A few made it to the funeral but were ushered away to be questioned about a crime they might have possibly been involved in. Turns out, after a few hours of questioning, that they were not involved and they were allowed to go on about their business.
Full article here
The Hayride reported, via FOX Nation:
A couple of days before, one of them (Westboro protestors) ran his mouth at a Brandon gas station and got his arse waxed. Police were called and the beaten man could not give much of a description of who beat him. When they canvassed the station and spoke to the large crowd that had gathered around, no one seemed to remember anything about what had happened.
Rankin County handled this thing perfectly. There were many things that were put into place that most will never know about and at great expense to the county.
Most of the morons never made it out of their hotel parking lot. It seems that certain Rankin county pickup trucks were parked directly behind any car that had Kansas plates in the hotel parking lot and the drivers mysteriously disappeared until after the funeral was over. Police were called but their wrecker service was running behind and it was going to be a few hours before they could tow the trucks so the Kansas plated cars could get out.
A few made it to the funeral but were ushered away to be questioned about a crime they might have possibly been involved in. Turns out, after a few hours of questioning, that they were not involved and they were allowed to go on about their business.
Full article here
Again, they don't know how to duck?
MODESTO -- A man riding a bicycle through a Wienerschnitzel drive-thru robbed the restaurant at gunpoint Wednesday evening.
The suspect entered the drive-thru at 204 McHenry Ave. shortly after 6 p.m., brandishing a handgun and demanding money, according to Modesto Police Sgt. Rick Armendariz. The robber pedaled away with an undisclosed amount cash.
About 40 minutes later, officers found the suspect's mountain bike, gun and some clothing in a nearby alley, Armendariz said. The gun was a replica of a 9 mm handgun.
The suspect is described as a Latino man in his 40s with slightly balding long black hair, Armendariz said. It is unclear whether the robbery is related to another drive-thru robbery that took place earlier Wednesday at the McDonald's on Carpenter Road.
The suspect entered the drive-thru at 204 McHenry Ave. shortly after 6 p.m., brandishing a handgun and demanding money, according to Modesto Police Sgt. Rick Armendariz. The robber pedaled away with an undisclosed amount cash.
About 40 minutes later, officers found the suspect's mountain bike, gun and some clothing in a nearby alley, Armendariz said. The gun was a replica of a 9 mm handgun.
The suspect is described as a Latino man in his 40s with slightly balding long black hair, Armendariz said. It is unclear whether the robbery is related to another drive-thru robbery that took place earlier Wednesday at the McDonald's on Carpenter Road.
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