Neanderpundit

it makes it difficult to hose down the boys as effectively as I’d like. And in any kind of humidity that can be real trouble.

Fortunately I always have my Gold Bond, which is a huge help, but I’m damned if there’s anything that will prevent anything. So this morning, back to the office after a week on the road, I find a little something unusual in the shower. No, not hairs in the drain.

There’s a hard lump, about blueberry sized, just where the nutsack meets the taint. THinking I’d grown another nutsack zit, I finished my shower and dried off so as to be able to deal with the situation in the dry rather than the wet.

I even got a mirror, and discovered rather than a zit, it was an epic blackhead. And it took precious little coaxing to get it to pop out, like a little nutsack turd. It was about the size of a strikes-anywhere match head, and was greyish with a dark end. The hole it came out of was so big, it looked like I had developed a new orifice, and it bled a little before I doused it with some peroxide and rubbed in some antibacterial stuff.

I wished I’d had some reading glasses wiht me so I could have examined it in a bit more detail but I dropped it in the crapper before I could go get a pair.

Pity. I’m sure y’all would have loved to hear more. The ones that ain’t puking, anyway.

I thought I’d share this 1980 one hit wonder.

Hot broads in metallic jumpsuits being hosed down by a fire truck, and a longhaired country boy? What’s not to like?

The holster had all week to dry, and when I came home it fit the gun like a glove.

Lesson learned, I spent enough time boning it that the boning marks are more pronounced than I’d like. But a little dye and some shoe polish made it look OK.

The back of it is nearly flat. The snap you see is the thumb break. I may refine the shape of the front a bit more. But for a couple pieces of scrap leather and some leather dye and shoe polish, I think it’s OK.