That's what I'm talkin' about. Yep, it's August. That means smoke in the air. Air quality is 102 here at the cabin. So it goes. There's still fish in the river and birds in the forest to be gathered and eaten. Links? The Cracker Barrel saga takes a dark turn. Tedious....
When you add all types of knives together, I think I have about 60 blades. My EDC is one of my Spyderco's. This little fella followed me home today. I need to feed it the blood of my enemies. Or at least some cardboard. Links? He's surfing the big waves now. Sucks to...
That's what I'm talking about. Winding down my last weekend in the Gulch, it's about time to close up and head west to Manly Time. Above is my final visit to the Giant Dipper. I need to hit the gym something fierce... Links? Night vision goggles? Tweakers. Makes it...
Hmm, I seem to be forgetting something…
Seriously, it’s Saturday already?
It is a purdy little bastard.
My body hates me.
It’s not like I needed an excuse.
Yep.
Spring is sprunging.
Time to get freaky with evening links.
I mean, Mike S. REALLY likes scary clowns.
Mike S. loves clowns.
The Devil incarnate.
Not this kind of pig.
The best links. Bigly.
Failure to launch.
Another beautiful day in the Treasure Valley
Get down wich ya own bad selves.
Hmmm….
Supposedly, it’s still winter.
THIS is how you phone it in.
Tomorrow is National Pizza Day, so here are a few of mine. I will be firing up the oven tomorrow night.
I’ll be fine, Bones. Just bring me the green chick.
It ain’t easy being me.