Yeah, not feeling it today. I got a shitload of chores done, there's a brisket on the smoker, and it's Saturday. I feel fulfilled and once I finish this, it's nap time. Links? "How about you go fuck yourselves?" MTG is a whack job, but I don't get Laura Loomer, or her...
So, I forgot that having a girl friend meant buying her shit. Yeah, she needs to populate the house in the Gulch with her clothes, because I don't check baggage when I come here. As a result, the local consignment shop just had it's best sale ever... Links? For those...
So for the second year in a row, I had no trick or treaters here in the Gulch. I assumed it's because I live on a hill, and also have a steep driveway. Turn off the porch light and voila, no kids. Well, I forgot where I am. Alfred actually has a ordinance on what...
And I ain’t talkin’ hazy IPA.
“It must be frustrating, when you run out of ideas and are forced to come up with …something.”
Spud is on scene.
OMWC has really let himself go.
Poor bastard never stood a chance.
Not this kind of (long) pig!
No, I’m not done bitching.
Whoa, Nelly! We have Links.
Summer done have arrived. But it will not stop, the Links!
Wheee!!!
How goes the day?
So OMWC is once again treading the streets of NYC. Yep. Eating and drinking and screwing NPR ladies. Sounds like a decent gig. There were birthdays today. Links! Crikey. At least I'm not Cambodian. Some good "how to" tips in here....
Ahh, the peaceful sleep that follows a good days work.
I’ve been more comfortable.
“They cut off my penis!!! Oh wait, it’s just shrinkage.
Did you miss me?!?
Spud heads west.
Kiss my ass, winter.
No pity for an old man…
Here comes Spud to save the day!
Here we are again dear friends, easing into a Saturday evening. I hope you all are doing enjoyable weekend type things. Shall we link? I'm sure we're headed full tilt in the same direction. I'm sure this will go well. My knees don't ski....
All quiet on the Western front.