Hammer #27 Truely tasteless

Picture meme

Morning glory tagged me to post a baby pic of myself.

This one is from around 1970

Picture the kid with a beard and that's me.

I tag JP Infini Fat Hairy Bastard Jeannie and Snowman poop

music meme

Carrie Tagged me while I was away to list 5 songs from when I was 18 and how they affected me.

I was 18 for most of 1988 so here are the ones that I remember most. Not that they were my favorites but significant at the time.

Don't Worry, Be Happy - Bobby McFerrin: Ok at first but then was so overplayed that it gave me nightmares. I just wanted the whistling to stop damn it!

Kokomo - Beach Boys: I was always an oldies fan even from a young age. I was pleased to hear the beach boys come out with a decent sounding song.

New Sensation - INXS: I always liked their music, how was I supposed to know he was singing about whacking off while asphixiating himself...sheesh I was so sheltered back then.

Faith - George Michael: Catchy song I would never have admitted it 20 years ago. Frigging ass spelunker.

Sweet Child O' Mine - Guns N' Roses Good album along with "Lies" I don't know what happened but G&R started sucking ass in a hurry.

I miss some of the 80's but for the most part the music licked camel sac. I should have been around for the 60's.

Zucchini Casserole

Here is a new one I came up with.

Zucchini Casserole

2 large Zucchini Sliced in 1/8 inch thick rounds

1 can of plain crushed tomatoes

1 tsb of garlic powder or 7 cloves of fresh crushed garlic

1 large onion sliced thin

8 oz of shredded Parmesan cheese

1 tsp salt

Cracked black pepper

In a covered casserole dish layer sliced zucchini, tomatoes, sliced onion, garlic, Parmesan, salt and pepper over and over until you run out of ingredients.

Cover and bake at 400F for 45 min

It tastes like lasagna and is pretty healthy for you

Back in one piece.

I left Grandma's at 3AM and got to my house at exactly 6PM There were massive thunderstorms most of the way which really slowed me up.

Luckily I stayed on IH 35 the whole way for 813 miles so there wasn't much navigating to do.

I stopped for Gas once and to let the kids pee twice. They were pretty good behavior-wise. I loaded up the car with chocolate bars, soda and doughnuts to keep them happy. They got high on sugar then went to sleep.

The other drivers were actually pretty courteous except for a few truckers that tried to run me off the road. Actually, Only two people trying to kill me in 800 plus miles is better than the average road trip.

Needless to say, I'm like the walking dead so I'll get back to full time blogging in the morning.

Still Alive

Well here I am in Kansas City. It's hot as hell and Grandma sits outside all day. She is darker than my my hispanic kids. If I want to hang out with her it's got to be out in the blistering sun. Oh well. I bought the kids a small pool to put on the back patio so they would have something to do. It's been a nice visit so far. Grandma is still full of piss and vinegar. She insists on washing the clothes and doing everything herself. I have to sneak around to help her out with the chores. You would never guess she is 81 years old. She tells me that she would go back to work in an instant if anyone would hire her. I'm doing all the cooking at and trying out some new recipes. I figure it's the least I can do to earn my keep. The kids have been unusually good and haven't been fussing and fighting like they have over the last few months. My uncle lives next door so I visit him in the evenings and we watch movies, drink beer and tell dirty jokes. I showed him a couple of my youtube videos and he got a kick out of em. I'll be heading back in a couple days and will catch back up with everybody. See you then

Well I'm off again.

I'm off to visit family, see you guys in a few weeks.


I may have some computer access so I'll try to check in with you guys.

Here's a good one.

Tips on gun shopping.

I don't do many gun blogging posts but since it is one of my hobbies and there are at least a handful of readers that are collectors and shooters as well... what the heck?

I started my gun collection in 1985. It grew very slowly due to lack of funds and the pursuit of other youthful interests. Sadly the Brady bill made me stop buying guns from shops altogether because I thought it was de-facto registration. "Yeah sure they are deleting the back round check info"...

In the summer of 2000 I went out shooting with my well worn pistols when I saw a Argentine Sistema .45 in the range gun case. $350 was the asking price. When I found there was no longer a 7 day waiting period, I snapped up the sistema and went on a 5 year shopping spree.

I was in my thirties, had some disposable income and many holes in my gun collection.

The first thing I did was get on the Internet and find every gun and gun/pawnshop within 25 miles of my house. Over the course of a week I visited each one looked for the best deals, made notes and picked up obvious deals along the way.

Here are some things I learned.

Get a recent blue book of gun values or look up the gun you are shopping for on gunbroker.com auctionarms.com to find what they are currently going for.

Remember: you can haggle at many gun shops and all pawn shops.

You can always say "no thanks" and walk away.

Inspect each gun carefully.

Bring a bore light. You can find them for 3 bucks in most gun/sporting goods shops.

Always make sure you can bring used guns back for exchange, credit or money back. Get it in writing.

KEEP YOUR RECIEPTS

Get your C&R license for those cheap wonderful milsurps.

http://www.cruffler.com

Ask the shop owner if they have any specials or deals.

Look at the screws and make sure they are not turned out and buggered. (if so ask for a deep discount)

Shop, shop shop and don't be shy about asking for multi gun discounts, pointing out the gun that has been sitting in their inventory for six years or the beater project gun that they should pay you take off their hands.

Always ask if they have a holster, original box, extra magazines, manual, gun rug etc... They may not always think about it, but some used and consignment guns come in with an original box and accessories that they will forget to give to you.

Be nice, make small talk, and try to be friendly. Owners and clerks are much more willing to work with an amiable person.

Pawn shops can be your friend. They don't always know about guns. You may be able to get something rare or valuable if they happen to be careless with their research.

Gun shows are almost always a bum deal and there is usually no recourse for a bad or malfunctioning gun. Be very careful. Gun shows are full of vendors with no morals or scruples.

Chain sporting goods stores can sometimes have the right price but you will be be dealing with an apathetic clerk who doesn't know his ass from a hole in the ground.

You can also get a hold of a shotgun news then ask a shop owner to order you something from one of the companies listed.

The shop will charge a transfer fee or may want to do some kind of markup. Be sure he is not screwing you with loads of fees and taxes that are not applicable to the sale.

These are but a few of the tips that will help you get good guns for good prices.

These tips can also be used for practically any household item if gun shopping isn't your thing.

Stories from the depression

Pic of grandma from the mid 50's

My grandmother never really told many stories about her childhood when I was growing up. She was never very sentimental, always too busy taking care of everyone and dealing with day to day crap.

The last few times I've gone up to visit she has told me and her great grand kids a few interesting stories about her childhood that really make me realize how good we have it in this day and age.

My grandmother was born in 1926 in Springfield Ohio. When she was 4 years old the depression hit the rural farmers hard, forcing many off their land and creating severe hardships for just about everybody. They decided to move to Phoenix, Arizona where the newspaper had said there were some job opportunities and less economic hardship. They loaded the model T with a few belongings, mom, dad and six children. Severely overloaded, the Model T could not make it up any major incline so the family would have to get out and push it up every hill and ride downhill and on the flat areas. They ate sandwiches and slept on blankets on the side of the road. There were no highways back then just small poorly maintained country roads.

When they arrived in Kansas City the Ford broke down. With no money to fix it My great grandfather took his family to a local Catholic Church to ask for help.

They let him and his family live in the basement of one of the church buildings, in exchange he would work as a janitor and a handy man for the church. With six kids to feed, My great grandmother did laundry for 10 cents a pound and great grandfather worked his job at the church and as a concrete finisher on the side. Soon, they were able to move out of the church and come to an arrangement with an apartment building where they were able to work for their rent.

Back then, many places did not have a proper bathroom with hot running water. All the children would have to bathe each Saturday night in a galvanized wash tub in the kitchen, with water heated on the stove. Guests and the youngest children bathed first and the unlucky older kids got the cold murky water.

In those times all the kids had to work. The boys had it easier than the girls for some reason, just having to mow a lawn here and there but mostly they got to screw off and go fishing. The girls on the other hand, had to help their mother with sewing, washing, cleaning, food preparation etc... There was very little dissent or back talk in those days. I am told my great grandfather Harry was gentle and never hit the kids but great grandma Marie would beat the living shit out of anyone who gave her guff.

They never made it to Phoenix and most of the kids and grandkids never left Kansas City for some reason.

Now at 81 years old, my grandmother looks back and says they actually had it good during the depression compared to a lot of other people. They had clean clothes, food, a roof over their heads and a penny for a piece of candy once in a while.

Think of all the stuff we complain about and take for granted these days. I consider myself lucky that I didn't have to go through that kind of hardship. Its good to be reminded of these things once in a while.

I'm going to drive up and take the kids to see Grandma, my Aunt and my Uncle in a few days. I should be able to check in once in a while and let you know what is going on.

I think someone tagged me and I missed it

Here goes:

WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? My father and grandfather.

DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING? Nope it sucks

WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT? WHAM (vegetarian luncheon slices)

DO YOU HAVE KIDS? three

IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU? Probably, although the stories wouldn't be as good the second time around.

DO YOU USE SARCASM A LOT? Who me?

DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS? Yes, despite all mother natures attempts to rot them out.

WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP? If I had to.

WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CEREAL? Smurf berry crunch (don't think they make it anymore)

DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF? No

DO YOU THINK YOU ARE STRONG? Usually

WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM? Pralines and cream

WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE? Teeth

RED OR PINK? Blue

WHAT IS THE LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOURSELF? Worry too much

WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST? My Family in the midwest.

WHAT COLOR PANTS AND SHOES ARE YOU WEARING? Jeans and brown shoes

WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE? Imitation sausage sandwich

WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW? the ceiling fan

IF YOU WHERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE? Clear

FAVORITE SMELLS? New leather, new car and skunk on a country road.

WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE? My friend Gary

FAVORITE SPORTS TO WATCH? Bowling

HAIR COLOR[S]? Dark Brown

EYE COLOR? Brown

DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS? Nope

FAVORITE FOOD? Macaroni and cheese

SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS? Happy endings.

LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED? Pirates of the Caribbean III

WHAT COLOR SHIRT ARE YOU WEARING? Green

SUMMER OR WINTER? Winter..I live in South Texas for crissakes

HUGS OR KISSES? meh

FAVORITE DESSERT? Chocolate pudding pie

MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND? Huh?

LEAST LIKELY TO RESPOND? Dunno

WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING NOW? Orphans of the sky by Robert Heinlein

WHAT IS ON YOUR MOUSE PAD? Eric Cartman "I'm not fat..I'm big boned"

WHAT DID YOU WATCH ON T.V. LAST NIGHT? Spongebob Squarepants movie

FAVORITE SOUND[S]? Thunder and rain

ROLLING STONES OR BEATLES? Beatles all the way

WHAT IS THE FARTHEST YOU HAVE BEEN FROM HOME? Yucatan

DO YOU HAVE A SPECIAL TALENT? I can do voices and sing some.

WHERE WERE YOU BORN? St Lukes hospital Kansas City Missouri

Tagged

La Cremiere has tagged me: So here goes.

Last time:

You laughed?... Listening to a CD of this guy


Time you cried?... The last time I rubbed Jalapeno in my eye.

Time you danced?... Yesterday to make the kids laugh.

Time you said "I miss you"?... Everyday to the wife

Time you couldn't sleep?... Everyday.

Time you had a hangover?... Last week on vacation after drinking a mini keg of Heineken by myself.

Time you were romantic?... Not sure...with three kids always tearing through the house yelling and screaming, romance is usually a dozen Roses or me making the wife breakfast in bed before the rugrats wake up.

Time you felt guilty?... Whenever I screen my phone calls with the answering machine and just can't bring myself to pick up the phone when I really should. Which is pretty much every day.

Time you indulged?... I don't indulge myself much, probably the last time I went gun shopping about 18 months ago and bought a Springfield XD

Time you went wild shopping?.. When I bought my wife Jewelry as a surprise gift for no particular occasion.

Time you had a regret?... When I inadvertently spent way too much money on shitty vacation we booked through a travel agent about 8 years ago.

Time you exercised? Last night after a leg cramp.

Check out the new blogger

http://oneloonstales.blogspot.com/

This is insightful and a fine writer. She finally stepped into the blog world recently, and from what I read it's really worth checking out.

Pete

I took my best friend Gary and the kids out for Mexican Buffet yesterday . I was craving food with some kind of flavor and this place keeps the buffet small, simple, well stocked, and tasty.

I was fixing the kid's plates when this little guy forces his way in front of me, grabs the spoon I was reaching for.....

and I knew immediately who it was.

I reached out and shook his hand, I hadn't seen Pete in several years. He is a hell of a character.

Back when I was about 22 and managing the inventory control department of the company I worked for, my mother called me unexpectedly and said the son of one of her co-workers needed a job. He had just moved from California, had been in some kind of trouble and needed a clean start.

I was hiring people like crazy so I called him in for an interview. He was breathing, could walk, talk and speak which actually made him overqualified.

I hired him and put him to work. Pete was a hard worker and always full of energy. For a little guy he was strong and could work circles around everyone else. I never had to get after him or bitch about any of his work.

As with the rest of the guys in my department, we started hanging out after work. We were all about the same age and the majority of us lived across the street in some section 8 apartments.

Soon, Pete moved into the same complex as us because his dad was a drug addled abusive asshole and he had to get away from him.

One day, Pete asked me to take him to the local tattoo and piercing place because he said there was a girl at work he wanted to impress. She wasn't much to look at, but Pete always saw the person underneath. I tried to tell him the girl was a lesbian but he said he could convert her...

I thought it was going to be an ear piercing...nope... ever hear of a Prince Albert?

Holy fuck! I had to leave the room to keep from puking. I could hear him laughing as I escaped out into the shop so I wouldn't have to look at that mess.

When I drove him back home I made sure to hit every bump and pothole on the way back.

Yeah I can be an asshole.

When the company laid everyone off and I quit, Pete and I still hung out even though most everyone else went their own separate ways, the apartments were bought out and rent was tripled so me and all the guys that I worked with had to find new places to live.

Pete went to truck driving school and became a long haul trucker. He wasn't afraid to try new stuff. Since he was on the road for 3 weeks out of the month My wife and I agreed to let him stay in our spare room. He was about the best house guest a person could have, he cooked for us, cleaned up after himself and knew when to leave us alone.

I let him borrow the Lincoln MKV I was restoring so he could take a girl to New Orleans for Mardi Gras. He was the only one I would trust with one of my cars. He had just sold me a rusted out and crunched up VW beetle for $200 so I drove that while he was gone.

The girl turned out to be a bitchy coke head and on the way back he lost traction on an icy bridge and broke the rear axle of the Lincoln. I told him to leave it there and take the bus home.

When he got back he gave me his income tax check to pay for the car...that's the kind of guy he is. All of my other friends would have just blown it off and not offered to pay anything.

Pete took another trucking job and we didn't see him for a while, we moved and lost track of each other.

It was good to see him after all this time. I'll have to give him a call and catch up.

A different take on cash picture

check this out....

http://vaginous.wordpress.com/2007/06/14/i-couldnt-resist/

I want to go wallow in it. UPDATE

Update: I was just sent an Email saying that this was the largest cash bust ever and the money was discovered in a house in Mexico City.

Now I KNOW that the money was pilfered.

An acquaintance who is involved in such things sent me this Email of an El Paso cash stash house bust.

Many millions in 100 dollar bills.

I don't think I could be a cop.

At least criminals are tidy and organized

Ben Frankin was a handsome gent

People with this sort of cash could afford better guns

perps and the cops.

Dog reunited!

About 8pm I got a frantic call from a very country sounding dude: "Uh I think you have my dawg"

He lives just up the street from me so he was at my house in 5 min. I explained to the kids that they should be happy that the dog was going home. They seemed alright with it,

The guy showed up. he was a massively tattooed bodybuilder who drove a truck with a golds gym logo on the side.]

He saw the dog and went crazy like it was a long lost girlfriend or something.

I won't pass judgement because I've never lost a dog like that but he was almost french kissing the fucking pooch,...whatever.

The kids were a little sad but happy the dog got home to the person who "loves" it.

I was happy that I didn't have to spend the time getting my asshole dogs used to a new playmate.

All is well that ends well.

I never have a normal day

Got up this morning at 5:00 Cooked breakfast and packed a lunch for the wife. I cleaned up some and roused the kids to take them to get some breakfast tacos.

They did not like waking up that early but I walked around and roused them in the drill instructor method. We had a nice breakfast at the Bill Miller restaurant down the street, Biscuits and gravy, egg and cheese and bean and cheese tacos fruit tray, milk juice and iced tea for all four of us for $10

Almost cheaper than eating at home.

We we got back into the driveway and I looked at the debris in the truck left over from our vacation. There were chips of all types, skittles, pretzels, crumbs and wrappers everywhere. I plugged in the shop vac, gave the kids some cleaning supplies and told them to get after it and to not come back in until they could eat off of the carpet.

A few minutes later my son came running in "Dad a dog just jumped in our truck" I went outside and sure enough there was a white and brown basset hound sitting in the seat ready to go for a ride. She was a sweet dispositioned dog so I lifted her out and gave her some water.

She was well groomed and taken care of but had no collar.

I kenneled my dogs inside and put the basset in the back yard. We made up some signs and posted them around the neighborhood.

I could tell this was a dog not used to being outside so I felt I needed to take care of it before it got run over.

I'm afraid the kids are liking it too much. The girls already named it "Ash" Don't ask me why....I really don't need another dog so I hope the owner calls today.

Oh yeah and the kids came in after cleaning the truck stuck out their tongues and said "we're done"and we all ate off the carpet." I could tell they were telling the truth from the carpet fuzz in their mouth.

I didn't know there were so damn literal

Here is a pic of the dog.

A quick funny

A Wyoming cowboy was herding his cows in a remote pasture when suddenly a brand-new BMW advanced out of a dust cloud towards him. The driver, a young man in a Brioni suit, Gucci shoes, Ray Ban sunglasses and YSL tie, leans out the window and asks the cowboy,

"If I tell you exactly how many cows and calves you have in your herd, will you give me a calf?" The cowboy looks at the man, obviously a yuppie, then looks at his peacefully grazing herd and calmly answers, "Sure, Why not?"

The yuppie parks his car, whips out his Dell notebook computer, connects it to his AT&T cell phone, and surfs to a NASA page on the Internet, where he calls up a GPS satellite navigation system to get an exact fix on his location which he then feeds to another NASA satellite that scans the area in an ultra-high-resolution photo. The young man then opens the digital photo in Adobe Photoshop and exports it to an image processing facility in Hamburg, Germany. Within seconds, he receives an email on his Palm Pilot that the image has been processed and the data stored. He then accesses a MS-SQL database through an ODBC connected Excel spreadsheet with email on his Blackberry and, after a few minutes, receives a response. Finally, he prints out a full-color, 150-page report on his hi-tech, miniaturized HP LaserJet printer and finally turns to the cowboy and says, "You have exactly 1,586 cows and calves."

"That's right. Well, I guess you can take one of my calves," says the cowboy. He watches the young man select one of the animals and looks on amused as the young man stuffs it into the trunk of his car.

Then the cowboy says to the young man, "Hey, if I can tell you exactly what your business is, will you give me back my calf?" The young man thinks about it for a second and then says, "Okay, why not?"

You're a Congressman for the U.S. government" says the cowboy.

"Wow! That's correct," says the yuppie, "but how did you guess that?"

"No guessing required." answered the cowboy. "You showed up here even though nobody called you; you want to get paid for an answer I already knew, to a question I never asked. You tried to show me how much smarter than me you are; and you don't know a thing about cows.... Now give me back my dog.

Found this little gem

http://right-thinking.com/index.php/weblog/catholic_jihad/

So When Does The Catholic Jihad Start?

Uh oh...

"US President George W Bush drew gasps at the Vatican on Saturday by referring to Pope Benedict XVI as "sir" instead of the expected "His Holiness", pool reporters said."

So when do we get the follow-up articles that start out like this,

"Today, tens of thousands of outraged Catholics took to the streets across the world carrying signs that said, "Behead those that insult the pope!" The riots surged out of control in Italy out of control in Italy after a local politician suggested that Catholics might react in a violent fashion to the slur against the Pope. 18 people were killed in the rioting.

Meanwhile, a Catholic suicide bomber blew himself up on a Texas schoolbus, killing 31 small children to protest the insult to the Pope. In reaction to the bombing, the Catholic League issued a statement warning people not to blame Catholics for violence while simultaneously calling for new laws to prevent people from calling the Pope "sir."

Oh wait, wrong religion...

Hat tip to Kurt P

More Vacation stuff.

We pulled into Orlando on a Sunday night about 5pm. The resort was gated and had a security post which made me feel better. Someone brought us a luggage cart and we hauled all of our bags and food up to the room.

Really nice, Two bedrooms, clean, well decorated, three TVs, DVD player, screened in balcony, full kitchen, dishwasher, washer and dryer, two big bathrooms with a Jacuzzi and walk in shower.

For $778 a week it wasn't bad at all. I was looking forward to grabbing a beer and vegging in front of the couch until I saw the pool and we decided to go out there.
The weather was perfect, I made a pitcher of Gin and Fresca with lime and we put the kids in the shallow end of the pool.

I noticed there was a cabana bar right next to the clubhouse so I wandered over and found they had shots of Sauza Tequila for a dollar. I bought about 4 double shots for me and the wife.

After the long drive it barely broke though the stress but it did relax me a little.
I got in the pool and splashed around with the kids for a while till it was time to go in.
The next morning I made omelettes, hash browns bacon and biscuits and we headed over to the magic kingdom. I about shit my pants when I saw how much tickets cost when the season is in full swing. For all 5 of us to get in it was 321 bucks. still cheaper than the $1700 park hoppers offered online but still....

After paying more to get into this theme park than I paid for my last 32 inch TV I decided we were going to do everything and ride it all if it killed us.
Despite myself we had a good time, the kids liked everything as we did fast pass for all the rides.

The girls did their first roller coaster and since it wasn't that crowded, they got to go on it about 5 times in a row. We actually made it through just about everything we wanted by about three o'clock.

We went to a grocery store on the way back to the condo and I bought booze, steaks, shrimp and tofu hot dogs for myself.

We were off to a good start.

Here are some pics of our accommodations

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Pics of Bilouxi

As we got closer to the beach, buildings started to look like this.

I hope nobody was using that toilet when the storm hit.

This was the scene on both sides of our hotel and pretty much as far as the eye could see

All the gas stations looked exactly like this. Only the ones further inland were still in buisness

This was dawn over the marina. Everything ripped to shreds.

There were signs of rebuilding but for the most part only timeshare properties were coming back online.

Finally back in the blog chair

The drive today sucked the cock of a maggot eaten horse corpse.

But... I was able to put my foot down, drive like an insane bastard and get everyone home safe through a gauntlet of window licking retard drivers.

I drove 11 hours straight at 80mph and my nerves are shot. I feel like someone beat the shit out of me with a sack of hammers. My wife was too nervous to drive much and to be honest the roads and other drivers were so horrid I thought she was going to have a panic attack so I went ahead and took over.

Driving through the south has some nice scenery, nice people and interesting attractions. Mostly we looked at rest stop bathrooms but it seems each state is quite different from each other, even if you visit areas just five miles apart.

Bilouxi Mississippi was our first stop. We drove though the hurricane devastated town and finally found a newly built holiday inn on the beach. It was surrounded by wrecked buildings and businesses wiped down to the foundations. (pictures to come) It was a nice hotel but when we went down to the beach bits and pieces of peoples houses kept washing up in the surf.

Bricks, dinnerware, pottery, bathroom tile etc... We collected some of it as souvenirs. It's been almost two years since the hurricane wiped out the historic community off of US 90, but much of the debris is still out there. The place is still wild, kind of like Beirut, shell shocked and it seems like people are in survival mode, ready to kill or be killed.

Don't get me wrong, going to the beach was nice, but it was kind of scary and had a wild west feeling to it.

Two young attractive girls visiting from a neighboring town had a flat tire at the ocean side parking, so my wife left me there to protect them until we could get it repaired.

I thought it may have been over cautious, but sure enough, 4 different predatory weirdos came by and tried to fuck with them. Luckily I was able to persuade the assholes to step the fuck off.

The mobile tire guy ended up stealing their rim and tire so I installed their spare and sent them on their way. I felt bad that they got fucked over, but I was glad I stayed and made sure they were not raped and killed.

Well there's lots more to the vacation but I'll continue later and post some pics.

I'll get to everyone's blog too by Monday. I promise :)

Found a computer!!

I'm here at the hotel in mobile Alabama on my way back. Had a pretty good but grueling time on vacation. The 19 hour drive each way bites flaccid dog dicks but what can ya do?


I'll be back with some interesting pictures and stories sometime Sunday.

I should have a new video or two as well.

Stay tuned