No- What needs to happen is that the Govt. needs to step in and stop this bullshit! Trump will stop it if he gets bipartisan support :)

Wise words.

These 2 should be buried under the jail...
She has a service dog for PTSD, takes him out to the woods ties him to a tree and shoots him , while the guy a soldier at Ft Bragg films. They are both heard laughing while committing this murder..

Everyone showing the cars. Mine is about to come out of winter hibernation. My first car show is at Oroville Dam in California the 2nd. week of May. (Hope the dam holds til I leave!) I live in Washington State and drive it down there every year.

THE OLD NAVAL AVIATOR


A ragged, old, derelict shuffled into a downtown bar. With a week’s worth of stubble on his face, stinking of whiskey and cigarettes, wearing a well worn leather flight jacket, his hands shook as he took the "Musician Wanted" sign from the window and handed it to the bartender.

"I'd like to apply for the job," he said. "I used to be a J driver, VF-142 Ghostriders flying Yankee Station off the Connie back in ‘Nam, but when they retired ol’ Double Ugly all the thrill was gone. Pretty soon they riffed me out as well. I learned to play the guitar and sing at Aussie O-Club smokers, and… well, that’s another story. So here I am, Skipper. I can damn sure entertain any crowd you’ll have in here."

The barkeep wasn't too sure about this doubtful looking old guy, but it had been quite a while since he had a live act and business was falling off… so, why not give him a try?

The seedy old pilot unsteadily weaved his way over to the stage, tried to sit down on a chair and ended up falling to the deck while the several patrons snickered. But by the time he was finally into his third bar of music, every voice was silenced. What followed was music unlike anything heard in that bar before. When he finished there was only a stunned silence. Atkins, Emmanuel, Clapton, Hendrix, Knoffler… none were as accomplished.

The bartender took the old fighter jock a beer and asked him the name of the song he just played.

It's called "Drop your Skivvies, Baby, I'm Going Buster Over You" he said. After downing the mug in one long pull, he wiped the foam from his lips, belched, and while unsteadily swaying back and forth loudly exclaimed to everyone present and anyone still listening "I wrote that damn song myself."

The bartender and the crowd laughed at the title, but he went straight into a foot-tapping, hand-clapping bit of rhythm with unbelievable riffs that had the crowd stilled. After he finished, the broken old aviator acknowledged the applause, downed a second proffered mug, and slurred to the crowd that song was called, "Your Big Boobs Light My Afterburners."

He then launched into another song… again riveting the entire crowd’s undivided attention with his smooth, mellow although unsteady voice. He announced that it was the latest rendition of his song, "Spread 'em Wider, Baby, We’re Way Below Minimums and I Can’t See The Meatball".

After chugging several more beers that were set on the stage, bought by the growing audience, he stood up, again belched loudly and now just staggered headlong for the men’s head unzipping his pants on the way. When he came out the bartender went over to him, leaned down and whispered, "Hey Stud, the job’s yours, but do you know your fly is open, you’ve pissed all over the front of your pants, and your pecker is hanging out?


"Know it? The Old Fighter Pilot roared…. “Hell, Skipper, I wrote that son of a bitch too!"

Told several people I ordered a bug a-salt. Guess I'm the last person to get one in my area. "Oh yeah l got one, they're awesome"

Science settles myths.


Larry Vickers Reacts to CarniK Con!

DLH 31 F, 20 mph E wind ,1/4 inch ice, power out in outlaying areas. The wood tick I just pulled off my leg reminds me Summer is out there. Today is warehouse work day. If I make it back to the dive locker I might suit up in a 7mm wetsuit and go for a dip.

Let's try this.