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Spent an hour visiting with a lady yesterday and got to know her better but she has a bf so, um. Well that is how that goes, but if she didn’t have a bf I would sure as hell be in line.

When Gene left the bar Sunday evening a man outside asked him for a cigarette and he told him he didn’t have one and started walking away and the man blindsided him on the side of his face, that is fucked up. And he got away before Gene could react or he may have been in trouble. Gene is a skinny shit like me but you don’t want to push the wrong button on guys like us, just cuz we are getting old doesn’t mean we can’t do some damage, we grew up in an age where taking a beating and giving it back was the way things were and we can still put out a good punch even if we do run out of steam sooner than we once did.

If you are going to hit an old man you had better hit him really hard because he learned many years ago how to take some pain and it just pisses him off if you haul off and hit him. We didn’t grow up with safe rooms to coddle us, just saying.

Carry on, godfuckingdamnit.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X15It4sYLRI

A date

I have a date today. Not really a date, just a meeting with a lady I would like to know better, I’m looking forward to it. I figured it was about three miles from Belle Plain to Ave. B but I’m full of shit, only took 50 minutes to walk there so it is only about two miles.

Crap, guess I did that laundry wrong, now I have some spotted clothes, but I will keep wearing them, my clothes become my friends and I wear them until they fall apart and I don’t dress to impress anyone anyway.

Have a Ford pickup with a 5.4 Triton engine that needs new spark plugs? Good luck with that, never buy a used Ford with that engine unless there is clear proof that the plugs have just been changed.

The flap on skin I tore back on my hand just might heal okay, it seems to be holding on, for now.

Gobble Gobble

The oil leak is fixed, decided to not install an after market gauge, too tight of area to work in at the back of the engine. Exchanged it for a new pressure sending unit, just five bucks more. For many years I’ve had a special socket for pressure sending units but this one is longer than the old units.

Couldn’t find one in the pawn shops or the parts house so had to twist the top (plastic) of the old one off so I could use my old socket to remove the base. Put the new unit in as tight as I could without harming it and ordered the special socket needed to make it tighter.

Gobble Gobble

This graphic is fucking funny.

Tomorrow the cats in the park are going to get a special treat, I’m taking them a whole baked chicken to feast on.

Went for carrots yesterday and the truck was showing zero to low oil pressure so I replaced the oil filter on it but that didn’t improve it. I mentioned earlier that I thought the rear main seal was leaking and put some stop leak in the engine but it pays to be snoopy and think things out. A sudden drop of oil pressure made no sense to my years of experience as the engine wasn’t making any noises or complaining so I decided to do some more looking. Bingo, the oil pressure sending unit is on top of the engine at the back next to the distributor and is leaking. So I bought an after market pressure gauge and will install it today and that should fix my problem. And that is a pretty cheap fix, about 20 bucks is all.

May be hard to get it removed though, it is in a hard place to get to and I don’t have the special socket like a dealer would have. I have the socket for the shorter ones but this one is long.

Have a blessed fucking day, go kick it in the ass

Black

I got a nice pair of heavy duty pants at a thrift store for two bits but they were white and I don’t do well with white clothes being as I’m always working on stuff. So I got some dye and dyed some of my stuff. One pack of dye is only good for so much material so by the time I got to the tee shirts they didn’t get that black but that is okay.

Hum, payday tomorrow, I did okay this month and put a few bucks away. I hate to watch Gene use tools, he was trimming some trees with a sawzall and just kept tossing it on the ground instead of laying it down, then after removing branches he would go look for the saw he had tossed to the side. That boy ain’t wired right, I’d hate to be one of his tools.

This sucks, my truck has an oil leak, appears to be the rear main seal. The parts house doesn’t stock AT205 Reseal stop leak so I got a bottle of Bars Leak engine stop leak, maybe that will help for a while. But if the engine has to come out so be it, I’ll hire a young man or woman that wants to get some mechanical experience working under my direction.

Have a blessed fucking day, go kick it in the ass

Shelving

Got a chair side table at a Bangs yard sale last summer, been working at refinishing it when I think to work on it. Removed a bunch of the old varnish by scraping it off and now it is time to get some paint remover for the hard parts.

Yesterday I went to Lonnie’s for the shelving materials then went to Gene’s and the fucking monkey had changed his mind, he had just called me yesterday morning but never mentioned that, he sucks at communicating with others. Fucking monkey, so I had to take it back.

Those morons in Washington think they are our rulers instead of our representatives.

Have a blessed fucking day, go kick it in the ass

Brady city park

After lunch in Brady I checked out the city park. Pretty decent park, something of everything, swimming pool, play ground, ball fields, and a VFW club with bingo on Thursday nights. The entrance street is pretty cool also.

I parked under the shade of some trees next to a picnic table next to a little bayou for a little nap. Then I needed to take a crap but the restrooms were closed, spirit has been known to shit in the woods and carries TP in the truck but I went to a Stripes station in town.

Nice that they built a Discount Tire store here for me being as I bought my Goodyear tires at a Discount Tire store up north and needed to have a leaking tire fixed yesterday and they fix them for free.

“Fashion designer urges industry to refuse to dress Melania Trump.”  Fuck those snobs, I’m pretty sure she knows how to dress herself.

Have a blessed fucking day, go kick it in the ass

Cafe

It was time for something to eat by the time I got to Brady so I decided to try a little dive on the edge of town on 87 North and hit the jackpot. There was a cop eating a hamburger, a real fucking hamburger and not one of those fast food jokes.

I sat down and looked at a menu, shit, his big fat hamburger was only $3.50 so I ordered a cheeseburger for fifty cents more. The pattie is a big thick hand pressed one and comes in a big bun, not the standard small buns so common these days.

Four bucks for a great cheeseburger seems pretty cheap these days. The fries are a good price also, and good, coated with something. Next stop, the city park.

Bought a new pair of shoes, just in case I go somewhere and need to pretend I’m cultured and all that shit.

Have a blessed fucking day, go kick it in the ass

Brady

When I got to Brady it had gotten pretty warm so I changed to a lighter shirt while pissing in the parking lot across the street from the old jail, now the museum. Seems like a decent town but didn’t spend much time there, will go back again someday. Hard to get a good picture of the wagon through the fence. Tomorrow I’ll post about a good place to get a real good hamburger.

What do they call Texan’s that go north during the summer?

Have a blessed fucking day, go kick it in the ass

More exploring

After a couple hours of wandering willy nilly around on back roads at 20 MPH or less I stumbled onto Brooksmith, or what I saw of it, just a school that seemed to be out in the middle of nowhere. Interesting sign. Hung another left and after a bit came upon highway 377, not the road I wanted to be on but what the hell, hung a right and set the cruise control at 40 MPH and moseyed south to Brady to check it out.

Tuesday morning in the park when Christina came to feed the cats I was talking to her and her little dog stood up and put her paws on my leg, “Hey, she never lets anyone else touch her.” “She knows that I’m a good guy.” “I guess so.”

Exploring story to be continued….

Have a blessed fucking day, go kick it in the ass

Exploring

I’ve always liked getting off the beaten path and out of the rat race and go exploring down quite country roads, dirt roads if possible. There are a hell of a lot of roads in Texas not shown on a Texas road map and I think those old county and farm roads were laid out by fucking drunken cowboys on drunk horses. Get high enough in the sky and Texas must look like it has a lot of veracious veins.

Someone told me that CR 180 would take me to Brady, maybe, if I sailed like a drunken sailor, but it doubt it. It went south for a while and then swung right (no sign at the intersection saying so), I kept on going straight, went by a boneyard in the middle of nowhere where old bugs, atv’s and jet skies go to die, no idea how they find their way out there on that quite lane. Soon I came to a no trespassing sign, looked at my gps and discovered I was on a lane so back tracked to CR 180 but it was headed west and I wanted to go south.

So I hung a left on the next CR road I came to, after a while it turned and headed west also, so I hung a left on the next CR road I came to, lost track of the roads I was on but had a full tank of gas and all day to get nowhere. Had a woman been with me she might have said we where lost, na, not lost, just don’t know where the fuck we are, and don’t give a shit. Somewhere on one of those roads the water just flowed across the road.

Saw a few roadrunners, looks like they finely ran that fucking coyote to death, he’s not so Wiley now, been a few days, pretty rank.

To be continued….

The best laid plans of men and mice

The best laid plans of men and mice
Not much went right yesterday. Put everything I thought I would need to take some storage shelves apart in the truck. Went to the property for a long stout rope to help Gene take a plum tree down and he wasn’t home. So went over to Lonnie’s home to take the shelves apart and couldn’t get in, the push button lock wouldn’t work for me and he is in San Antonio. Went on to Tim’s to get my cookies out of his truck.

Back at the property I figured I would mow one last time, the new mower decided it didn’t want to move after about ten minutes. Seems like I’d heard about how to fix that when they do that, something to do with the hydrostatic transmission. Will figure it out later. So decided that I would move some of the blocks out of the shop, fuck, my hand truck was back at the apartment. So I came back home and said fuck it.

I thunk I would be going on a road trip today but I had another thunk coming, the lady I thunk I would be going to meet thunk not. Guess I’m too much of a challenge, best way for me to get along with women is to keep my fucking mouth shut, these fucking thunks keep crashing into each other and I tested her thinker too much. Or something like that.

Have a blessed fucking day, go kick it in the ass

A guard?

That is a picture of a security guard in India. Do you see what is odd or interesting about that picture? If no one gets it I will state what it is later today.

Democratic and Republican party machines are self-serving. I told a lady I would consider voting for her for president but I’m taking that back, she could never handle the heat and would have to be coddled too much, like some of her snowflake students. Hell, I couldn’t take that much heat, by 9 AM I would be telling people to fuck off, go to hell, and suck my cock.

Trump doesn’t know anything about foreign policy? Fuck Any kid in the third grade could come up with a better foreign policy than what we now have. So his ideas may be different than what the current powers that be want them to be but that doesn’t make him an idiot. So he may not know much about some third world countries, so what? Have you noticed that this is fucking 2016? You can get on the internut and learn all kinds of things in two hours. If he wants to change some things I’m fine with that, I would change some things also if I was the president and fuck the powers that be.

Young people don’t need safe rooms, they need to grow some fucking balls.

If a strange woman walked up to me and told me she wanted to fuck me I have no idea how I would respond. Not much chance of that happening though, but I sure have met some interesting people over the years. Years ago a woman I sort of knew did invite me to have sex with her but she was married and I’ve never crossed that line.

During my walk yesterday I saw a big snake swimming in the bayou, bout six feet long, I know nothing about Texas snakes so I sure wouldn’t mess with it.

Have a blessed fucking day, go kick it in the ass

The next four years

What will the next four years be like? I have no idea, I’m just going to kick back and see how it flows along.

On December 19, the Electors of the Electoral College will cast their ballots. This could change the outcome, interesting shit. Hey, it has happened before, they can decide to change how they vote.

My world view may differ from yours, I hope you can deal with it. Not that my world view is going to help change the world in anyway. I most likely only get ten or twelve visitors a day, it’s not like I’m Huffington Post or some huge site. While idiots protested yesterday there was a peaceful Disc Golf tournament going on in the park.

“GOD IS GOOD” … The dead generally are good.

Gene and I went to the Oasis yesterday afternoon for a social hour and some bikers came in and sat at the end of the island we were sitting at, two guys and a gal. They were talking with each other when she said she was new in town (at the time) and spotted a biker she wanted to fuck so she went over to him and told him (the man she was sitting with last night) she wanted to fuck him. He replied that they hadn’t even talked, she said that they didn’t need to talk, they needed to fuck. They have been together for nine years now, isn’t that sweet? That must be the coolest love story I’ve heard for years.

“There is something different about you but I can’t put my finger on it.” “I’m gay.” “Oh, well, I’m okay with that as long as you don’t hit on me, most cocksuckers I know have tits.” “I don’t suck dicks.” “What ever, I don’t want to know any details.”

Any woman coming here should have her big girl pants on before entering the room, you never know what I’ll toss in here. If ya don’t want me reporting to the world that I think you are a spoiled pussy stop acting like a spoiled pussy.

Have a blessed fucking day, go kick it in the ass

I’m a handy bastard to have around.

I have a 10 ½ inch pan I use for most of my cooking but couldn’t find a right size lid for it. One day at a yard sale I spotted a square glass baking dish just about the right size for fifty cents, bingo. I drilled a small vent hole in it and a hole in the center for a screw and used a piece of dowel for a handle.

I’m not him but I see the right man in her future, he’ll be overweight, unmotivated and a smart-ass cracking pot smoker. I think they will be very happy together, she’ll suck his dick at times and he’ll love his little cocksucker. I’m rooting for them.

Are the liberal democratic drama queen intellectuals adjusting to their trauma yet? I use the word intellectuals lightly of course, you can have a whole folder of diplomas and important sounding titles but that doesn’t make you smarter than the average person, it just makes you feel more special than you really are. BTW, you liberal drama queens running the colleges, you are the ones that created today’s protesters so now you can just deal with what you have created. (they won’t believe me, they hate to look in a fucking mirror)

Hell, one said that her husband unfriended me, had she not said it I wouldn’t have noticed it for another month, hehehehehe. So he is pissed at me, I hope he gets the fuck over it. And by god she won’t be silent, but she damn sure wants me to be silent. Lady, the reason few comment on your page is because nine of your ten readers don’t fucking want to, get over it.  Spend an uncomfortable night in another country and sprain your ankle and you are crying like a baby and screaming that you are injured. No, you just had a rough night and sprained your ankle, stop being such a spoiled drama queen.

As we would say here in the west, grow a set of balls.

Here is a news alert for you, I don’t care who is on the supreme court, it all balances out, in fact that is the whole idea of how it is set up to operate and it has worked well for many years. It isn’t supposed to favor the spoiled liberals.

Have a blessed fucking day, go kick it in the ass

You want some likes?

Here ya go.
Yesterday I went to one of Lonny’s homes that he is fixing up and looked at a big storage unit he wants to get rid of, lots of good ¾ inch plywood in it, will take a skill saw and some tools over and tear it apart, the plywood will come in handy at times.

Winter is coming, get off your ass and go out and clean your wiper blades real good with denatured alcohol.

What needs to be changed? Lots of things but Obama care seems to be pretty unpopular and expensive, that may be a good place to start.

Stepped outside the other day and it was raining pecans, I shit you not, like a hail storm, never seen anything like it before.

Need to go get Tim’s truck soon and fix it, I’m not working on it at his place. And it badly needs a transmission serve, he said that two fast lube joints wouldn’t/couldn’t do it. Hell, if I have to I will craw under it and do it myself. If you don’t replace the filter every so often it will burn the tranny up. If you can’t afford a new filter take the sum bitch off and throw it away, your tranny will thank you for it.

This will never be a country where everyone believes in and worships a god, deal with it.

Have a blessed fucking day, go kick it in the ass

Above all else

What do I expect of others?
To be responsible.
To make their own way through life the best they can.
Past that you can be bat shit crazy for all I care, just don’t harm others.

Who do you think will win the super bowl? Not that I give a fuck. The next four years should be good for a lot of laughs, and some struggles. I’m still fucking fascinated. Move to Canada? Forget it, won’t do you any good. Stay here and fight for your country you fucking pussy. I served my four years to keep us safe so don’t bale out now.

Spirit has waited for years to see what is basically a non-politician make it to the White House. Trump would not be my first choice but at least it has been done. Now that we have proven that a non-politician can make it there I hope to live long enough to see the next election, when we put the right non-politician woman in the White House and get what I consider to be a good ‘mommy government’. Years ago I was saying that this country had to take a dive in order to get right again, if there must be trouble let it be during my time so the youth can enjoy a good country again.  Dog bless America.

Don't worry about it, this country needs the lesson of the next four years, the next election will be around before we know it. But I do fear one thing that could make this all a crap shoot. The good old boys and girls club of politics could take him in and suck him right into being a member.

Have a blessed fucking day, go kick it in the ass

Enjoy a sunset

I didn’t watch election day coverage, doesn’t make any fucking difference and I don’t need the drama. The sheeple have voted. Before many of you start fretting too much I want to remind you that this form of government has a system of checks and balances built into it that helps keep things on an even keel and your only real obligation is to take care of you and yours.

Some things may change, change is one thing you can always depend on, and some things may improve so I suggest that you just relax. Maybe someday the Obama haters will come to see that the man did a pretty damn good job in a job that is hard to do. I don’t hate or love him but I’d drink beer at a campfire with him.

When I lived with women we didn’t talk to each other about who to vote for. It was her right to vote for who she wanted to vote for and I didn’t need to know. Praying for this nation won’t help, to help this nation put better people in office and not those rich fucks.

Take some deep breaths and relax, everything will go okay, enjoy a sunset.

Went to the bank to question why I’m charged ten bucks a month for a checking account. She looked me up and said they had me on a royal checking account. I know I’m a royal sum bitch but I don’t need a royal account, had them switch me to a peon account.

Seems that I’ve lost an admirer, oh well I guess, move along, nothing new to see here.

Have a blessed fucking day, go kick it in the ass

I didn’t watch election day coverage, doesn’t make any fucking difference and I don’t need the drama. The sheeple have voted. Before many of you start fretting too much I want to remind you that this form of government has a system of checks and balances built into it that helps keep things on an even keel and your only real obligation is to take care of you and yours. 

Some things may change, change is one thing you can always depend on, and some things may improve so I suggest that you just relax. Maybe someday the Obama haters will come to see that the man did a pretty damn good job in a job that is hard to do. I don’t hate or love him but I’d drink beer at a campfire with him. 

When I lived with women we didn’t talk to each other about who to vote for. It was her right to vote for who she wanted to vote for and I didn’t need to know. Praying for this nation won’t help, to help this nation put better people in office and not those rich fucks. 

Take some deep breaths and relax, everything will go okay, enjoy a sunset. 

Went to the bank to question why I’m charged ten bucks a month for a checking account. She looked me up and said they had me on a royal checking account. I know I’m a royal sum bitch but I don’t need a royal account, had them switch me to a peon account. 

Seems that I’ve lost an admirer, oh well I guess, move along, nothing new to see here. 

Have a blessed fucking day, go kick it in the ass

What a beautiful baby

The collection on the dash of my truck was getting pretty messy so I have cleaned it up some. I pan fried some buttermilk biscuit dough, it was okay but I won’t do it again. Gene was going to toss a well built picture frame in the dumpster so I took it but I have no need for it, Brandy came for it yesterday, she is an artsy fartsy type. Nice to have an Aloe Vera in the cave again.

“What a beautiful baby.”
“Thank you, she is my White House baby. ”
“Really? ”
“Yup, I wanted a child that was conceived in the White House so I fucked the president on a White House couch. ”
“You’re kidding. ”
“Not at all, that was some good fucking, Billy was a really good fucker.”

During the election sanity will prevail, hahahahahaha

“I don’t let anyone tell me what to do.” “Is that what you were saying to yourself when you left home at 14?” I don’t think she thought much of my question, oh well.

Have a blessed fucking day, go kick it in the ass

Free spirits

The spirits are all a bunch of free spirits with no organization or religious beliefs other than their own and they vary a lot. Free thinkers you might say, that often argue with the brains they dwell in here. They don’t understand this god the monkeys babble about that they have never seen anywhere in the cosmos, but I repeat myself. They know what creation is and it has nothing to do with some supreme creator.

I guess I make some people think too much, or challenge them too much.

Choices: Give up, give in, give it all you got.

I don’t think people on welfare should be buying weed with the money we give them but maybe that is none of my business? I don’t care if someone smokes it, get a fucking job and earn your own way through life.

Have a blessed fucking day, go kick it in the ass

The day

The day won’t come to you, you must get up and go to the day. If you have to do it alone so be it.

I was talking to Christina in the park yesterday when Brandy called out to me, it was great talking to her for a bit, real neat young lady, I miss her not working at the bar. I got a great picture of her and a friend but don’t think I will post it here.

June’s so called boyfriend was looking for her, he seemed kind of upset that she wasn’t home. So he came in and talked to me for a while, seems like a pretty nice guy but admits that he drinks too much and she doesn’t like that.

Anyway, she is just another of those women always trying to get rich playing bingo and staying broke while trying. I avoid getting involved with women obsessed with bingo, you can’t change them no matter how much they like and want you. They want you to change but they are not about change for you.

A couple was in the store trying to figure out what razors to get him. Never go shopping for razors with a woman that wants to decide what is best for you. They were arguing back and forth and I said, “She is a woman, let her decide, you can’t win.” Arguing over razors, rolls fucking eyes. When I got married I just told my wife I needed razors and I used what ever she brought home, like I’m supposed to fucking care what I shave with.

An overwhelming majority of voters are disgusted by the state of American politics. Tuff shit, the voters, the American public, are the problem, ponder on that.

Have a blessed fucking day, go kick it in the ass

That stuff

Greens law
Parthenogenesis
Unity Day in Russia
Nellie Tayloe Ross
Warren Angus Ferris

I’m glad I was a young adult through the 60’s and 70’s, wouldn’t want to be one now.

Have a blessed fucking day, go kick it in the ass

Contact

The lady over reacted but I fully understand her need for eye contact during sex. I’ve been looking for such a woman for twenty years. It doesn’t seem very important to humans but those on strange spiritual journeys of their own like some eye to eye contact during sex with human bodies it’s a spirit thing not involving human emotions. She is likely bat shit crazy but all the spirits are. Not sure I said that right but maybe you will understand. And if you don’t no explanation is possible.

WHERE THERE IS A WILL
I want my name in it.

Have a blessed fucking day, go kick it in the ass

That goofy shit

Gene sure is a goofy shit, his mind wanders around a lot without adult supervision. Wants me to go there for a social hour and then he wanders off doing six other things while I sit there alone for an hour. He finely walks up on the porch and I get up and say, “Catch up with you later.” “I was just fixing to get a beer and sit down.” “Go ahead, I drank my two alone, so can you.” “I had work to do.” “Well, now you can go do some more.”

A few days ago he mentioned that the loading spring for his staple gun was missing and he would have to buy a new staple gun. I said, “Just buy a new spring.” The conversation went down hill from there cuz he couldn’t picture doing that and when talking to him when things start going south I soon just shut the fuck up cuz he just keeps getting more pissed and I’m not dealing with that shit. They say never talk about religion and politics but with him it could be any subject.

The next morning it dawned on me that he wasn’t just missing a spring, the whole fucking loading/pushing mechanism was missing. Tell me what you mean, dip shit, when you say spring my mind sees a fucking spring. Say cock and my mind sees a cock, say tit and my mind sees a tit. Say 9 mm open end and my mind sees a 9 mm open end. Say fuck and there is no telling what my mind will see but it most likely won’t be a fucking spring.

The Vice President of the Texas Itty Bitty Tittie Club must be really broke, she didn’t go to bingo last night.

Have a blessed fucking day, go kick it in the ass

Vine

There is a huge pecan tree in Bobbies back yard, it covers some of my yard also, there is some kind of vine that started climbing it this year. Pretty blooms on it. Would make a cute bonnet on the head of my pecker, yes?

In mild weather Bobbie keeps both her doors open, I stepped out on the back porch early in the morning and right away saw something interesting so I stepped over to Bobbies porch and called out, “Bobbie, get out here, ya gotta see this.” By the time she got out on her porch it was all over. “What is it?” “Never mind, you missed it.” “Missed what?” A couple of armadillos screwing.” Sometimes I’m a bit too much for Bobbie to handle, now she is going to need some more therapy.

Have a blessed fucking day, go kick it in the ass