K. Let me know if you figure this one out..
There is a bull in a field that found and then swallowed a hand grenade. Which of the following words best describes this situation?
Think you’re smart? Then tell me the answer…
This is absolutely incendiary. I love it, especially the last call to action.
What are your thoughts on this? Do you think that right now is a pivotal point in our country’s history or does it just seem so pressing because we are present in this point in time?
That is actually a question I struggle with all of the time.
Here is a related event in my home town…
NONE OF THE ABOVE in the next election; let’s get some folks in there that can actually affect change.
This is an absolute riot!!!
Do not listen to in open settings or if you’re annoyed by foul language… It’s a little harsh.
This one’s got the opposite configuration of the previous post (2 in front, 1 in back). This old Brit’s really pushing it.
0 - 60 in 3.3.
Top speed around 175 mph
33,000 British pounds ($48,000 USDs)
OMG!!!
This is absolutely incredible! I want one!!!
I wonder how much they cost!!!
Where’s innovation like this from American auto manufacturers? Perhaps this is why they are being handed their hats and their lunches…
I promise, I’m not trying to turn this into a joke blog, but this one was just so damn funny I had to repost. My wife sent it to me. I think it’s a commentary about my “symphony”…
Still wiping away the sweet tears…
- Ray
Don’t let anything slow you down!
Here’s the thing. I had awakened that morning, and even after two cups of coffee (and all of you know what I mean) nothing happened. No ‘Watson’s Movement 2′. Despite habanera peppers swimming their way through my intestinal tract, I was unable to create the usual morning symphony referred to by my dear wife as ‘thunder and lightning’.
Knowing that a time of reckoning HAD to come, yet not sure of just when, I bravely set off for the Depot, my quest being paint and supplies to refinish the den.
Upon entering the store at first all seemed normal. I selected a cart and began pushing it about dropping items in for purchase. It wasn’t until I was at the opposite end of the store from the restrooms that the pain hit me.
Oh, don’t look at me like you don’t know what I’m talking about. I’m referring to that ‘Uh, Oh, S**t, gotta go’ pain that always seems to hit us at the wrong time. The thing is, this pain was different.
The habaneros in the chili from the night before were staging a revolt. In a mad rush for freedom they bullied their way through the small intestines, forcing their way into the large intestines, and before I could take one step in the direction of the restrooms which would bring sweet relief, it happened. The peppers fired a warning shot.
There I stood, alone in the paint and stain section, suddenly enveloped in a noxious cloud the likes of which has never before been recorded. I was afraid to move for fear that more of this vile odor might escape me.
Slowly, oh so slowly, the pressure seemed to leave the lower part of my body, and I began to move up the aisle and out of it, just as an red aproned clerk turned the corner and asked if I needed any help.
I don’t know what made me do it, but I stopped to see what his reaction would be to the malodorous effluvium that refused to dissipate. Have you ever been torn in two different directions emotionally? Here’s what I mean, and I’m sure some of you at least will be able to relate.
I could’ve warned that poor clerk, but didn’t. I simply watched as he walked into an invisible, and apparently indestructible, wall of odor so terrible that all he could do before gathering his senses and running, was to stand there blinking and waving his arms about his head as though trying to ward off angry bees. This, of course, made me feel terrible, but then made me laugh.. …….BIG mistake!!!!!
Here’s the thing. When you laugh, it’s hard to keep things ‘clamped down’, if you know what I mean. With each new guffaw an explosive issue burst forth from my nether region. Some were so loud and echoing that I was later told a few folks in other aisles had ducked, fearing that someone was robbing the store and firing off a shotgun.
Suddenly things were no longer funny. ‘It’ was coming, and I raced off through the store towards the restrooms, laying down a cloud the whole way, praying that I’d make it before the grand mal assplosion took place.
Luck was on my side. Just in the nick of time I got to the john, began the inevitable ‘Oh my God’, floating above the toilet seat because my ass is burning SO BAD, purging. One poor fellow walked in while I was in the middle of what is the true meaning of ‘Shock and Awe’ . He made a gagging sound, and disgustedly said, ‘Sonofabitch!, did it smell that bad when you ate it?’, then quickly left.
Once finished and I left the restroom, reacquired my partially filled cart intending to carry on with my shopping when a store employee approached me and said, ‘Sir, you might want to step outside for a few minutes. It appears some prankster set off a stink bomb in the store. The manager is going to run the vent fans on high for a minute or two which ought to take care of the problem.’
My smirking of course set me off again, causing residual gases to escape me. The employee took one sniff, jumped back pulling his shirt up to cover his nose and, pointing at me in an accusing manner shouted, ‘IT’S YOU!’, then ran off returning moments later with the manager. I was unceremoniously escorted from the premises and asked none too kindly not to return.
Home again without my supplies, I realized that there was nothing to eat but leftover chili, so I consumed two more bowls. The next day I went to shop at Lowe’s. I can’t say anymore about that because we are in court over the whole matter.
Bastards claim they’re going to have to repaint the store..
My wife sent this to me today and I thought it was worth reposting… especially what’s going on in the world with economic and personal sentiment…
He explained that many people are like garbage trucks. They run around full of garbage, full of frustration, full of anger, and full of disappointment. As their garbage piles up, they need a place to dump it and sometimes they’ll dump it on you. Don’t take it personally. Just smile, wave, wish them well, and move on. Don’t take their garbage and spread it to other people at work, at home, or on the streets. The bottom line is that successful people do not let garbage trucks take over their day.
Life’s too short to wake up in the morning with regrets, so…Love the people who treat you right. Pray for the ones who don’t. Life is ten percent what you make it and ninety percent how you take it!
Have a blessed, garbage-free day!
The other day, I was looking at our traffic logs and I noticed traffic from this site called “RideOnMyOwn.com“… So, I had to go out and see what it was all about…
I noticed that the site had our link posted with other apparel and rain gear. Being the appreciative bloke that I tend to be, I dropped the site owner an e-mail to thank them.
As it turns out Donna (a.k.a., Froggi), almost immediately dropped me a line back. Her site is by a woman rider for women riders. The site, http://www.RideOnMyOwn.com, is very much worth checking out. Also, if you’re into RV’ing (and many folks are into that more transient/mobile lifestyle which always presents you with something new), be sure to check out her blog, From The Lily Pad…
BTW, here’s where we are listed on their site…
Don’t let anything slow you down!!!
- Ray
So we’ve got some great news to announce!!!
IronWorks Magazine published our product review!!! It will be in the April issue (on sale at news stands everywhere mid-March).
Here’s the link:
http://ironworksmag.com/Content/Content.aspx?Uid=8083
Feel free to read the whole review (and to order IronWorks Magazine; it’s a great publication), but here’s a particular excerpt that we liked:
“Bottom line, they work as advertised, and at $19.99 retail they’re quite a bargain.”
IronWorks called Biker Rain Chaps:
“a nifty way to help keep your lower legs dry and warm in a rain storm or when the thermometer drops low“
Just thought I’d let you all know!
I just received this from one of the networking groups I follow:
“I wanted to invite everyone to a benefit and motorcycle ride on Sunday, October 12 to benefit one of our long-time employees, Don Wolfe. Don is facing a double kidney transplant in the next few months and is a motorcycle fanatic. The ride will start and at Charlie’s Throttle Stop, located at 7121 Dixie Highway in Fairfield (phone (513) 874-6111). Breakfast is served at 10:00 am and the ride out begins at 12:00. Live music from Kenny Van Zant and friends starts runs from 2:30 to 6:30. The donation is $15 for single or $20 for a couple. There will also be door prizes, raffles and split the pot after the ride. I hope that you will join us!”
Attend if you can.
- Ray