Neanderpundit

and I have never heard a squealer.
My brake pads always announce their imminent failure by the crunchy grinding noise of the metal-to metal contact of the pad OPPOSITE the one with the squealer.

When I was in canada for the brotherinlaw’s funeral I learned they used mausoleii to hold the bodies in “cold storage” until they could inter them; at one time, they would dig graves for the winter and cover the holes based on how many people they thought might die in the winter.

I do brakes under the same plan. I try to gauge my brake jobs based on the liklihood of my having to do a brake job in the dead cold, and most of the time, I get lucky. Today, not so much- but at least I managed to get them done very quickly.

Once I’d like to hear the squealers, though. Just so I know they work.

Joanna gives me a bit of grief about my most recent nutsack post.

And on her website, there’s an ACTUAL PHOTOGRAPH of NANCY PELOSI.

(BTW, if you go there, be nice, her mom reads her blog so nothing off-color)(Or I will come fuck you up)

Nancy Freaking Pelosi. The woman whose neck wattles are less attractive by miles than my nutsack. And possibly hairier. The woman who, if she has another facelift, will have a goatee. The woman whose under-eye bags have nipples. The woman whose skin is so tight she has to sit carefully lest she plump and pop like a ballpark frank. The woman who- most disgustingly- has used taxpayer dollars to pay for a lifestyle so lavish that the executives of Enron would be embarrassed. And stories about my nutsack are the sick ones.

Just pulling your leg, J.

But you should still put the pictures of Pelosi below the fold.

I bet on any given day my nutsack is cleaner and smells better than Pelosi’s overtensioned neck wattles, too. Hey, if you want your significant other to pay any attention to the wobbly dangly bits, they aren’t exactly attractive so you have to at least keep them clean, they have to at the very least have that going for them.I can’t imagine what would make anyone want to look at Pelosi’s wobbly dangly bits.

on the extensile hose may be the most important invention for fat men, known to man.

The ability ro use the hand held device to direct a stream of hot water to clean all the nooks and crannies is more important than most people will ever understand, if you don’t have a spare tire or two.

While in Canada, I did not have such a device available to me. So I did the best I could, but the combination of long trips in the car and the medicating action of Gold Bond made it inevitable that I would develop one or more blackheads on my nether regions, and last night it arrived.

Now, I don’t know what’s more disturbing; waking up and scratching to find a well developed nad zit, painfully extricating it, discovering that it has the size, shape, color, and consistency of a sesame seed, or wondering if it WAS a seed and if so how it got embedded in my nutsack.

The brain bleach is in the cabinet under the sink.