Can’t Be Civil
Honors I’ve Received From Nice People:
Much Love to Curmudgeon at Political Clown Parade. I Am Honored, Madam.
Thank You Cousin!
A Fellow Texan Who Loves German Shepherds, Like Me
A Tremendous Honor from the Mothership
My Media Credentials
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“Shooter gets the pecker”: BWA HA HA! Lovin’ it!
There was a chinese sign that read: “Quit asking about your cat, I no see him. Try the s&s chicken it’s purrfect.
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While in the Army, in order to get trainees through the chow line rapidly, and to throw a little gallows humor at them, I often exhorted them with the loud rendering of, ” Move along men, they’re serving cake and cock, and they’re running out of cake”. Having had to eat, in Germany, very old canned and irradiated spaghetti, frozen, with a plastic spoon, I often have time to reflect on the state of my ruined digestive system, and how I probably ruined a few others as well. Cigarettes, cold coffee, and abominable food is not a plan for a happy old age. But, you pays your money, and you takes your chances. Never eat anything bigger than your own head, or that you can’t see, or that tastes, “funny”.
Throw in an indeterminate gamut of illegal substances and I’m in the same boat, gastronomically.
Nobody dies healthy.