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This is a plain version of the dory that I'm building. Mine will have a motor well, and some deck modifications at the bow and stern for flyfishing.A+ on the Peep of the week selections. Anything that puts me and Lindsey Kepnes together is perfect by me.
J. you gotta check out Tony La Rusa's youtube video from his sobriety test. The whole thing is good but make sure you hear the part where he says the alphabet. It's something special.
-McMahon
Like Yahweh (that is the God of the Jew in the old testermint for you ignant types) I am who am. Slow to anger, but you git my hackles out I am gonna bring my wrath upon yerself like one of them fire-breathin' lizards that attacked those sneaky Japs in the movin picture shows. But fear not, I am a gentle type. I knows how to act in polite society. And see, the ladies, they like ole TL. All of 'ems wants to get rutting around with me, their eyes tear up when I breath across they necks, can not control their emotions. Several have lost bodily control, upchucking undigested vittles, so vaclempht they gets near me. In most cases, they could stand to lose a couple pounds, but really, it aint natural. Shoot, the courts have used their broad intercessory powers on occassion, aiming to settle the women folk down by asking me to just stay out of their general quadrant. Its a burden, but I carry on. The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few. I aint no commie, but there is a ring of truismness in that pertaining to my experience.
The Sizzler is havin' an All U can Eat buffet of USDA grade C beef(stored in only the best brine) and creamed corn. Gotta run.
Many times you Peeps have asked me, "What is your favorite photo of Roenick the Cat?"
So I suppose your wondering why I posted this painting of a Native American....My pappy's pappy loved them red skins. In fact, thems was the ones, I think the Choctaw or some such tribe, gave him the name "Lips like Tuna Has". Having never seen a tuna in the Oklahoma badlands, the injuns must of had one of them visions. Not surprising them heathens was seein things, as we got our start in the hooch business selling "firewater" to them savages. I say that with all due respect.
Keepin' the Christmas season simple and about me and the baby Jesus is what I am all about. I have never given a present that someone has not commented on how thoughtful I am. If I had a nickel fer everytime someone said, "its the thought that counts" after I give them a present . . . . . but I digress. I am expecting a fine array of present from my collegues and business relations this yuletide. From Marilyn, the copy center gal who I never fail to compliment (be it her figure, or her pouty lips) to Suzanne (the 50 something office manager whose "juicy" (I am being generous) bottom I smack ever now and then to make her feel good about herself), there should be a bevy of snack baskets, company clothing, and heart felt notes full of longing ("this should sweeten your breath", came with a pack a mints from one admirer) and Christmas cheer.
Idle hands is the Debbil's workshop, that is what my momma was good for sayin', particularly when she caught me interferin' with myself. I never got that. I would say, "but momma, my hands is busy", whereupon she would throw in my general direction the mason jar she was drinkin' corn spirits from to forget about her existence.