July 2010

I have caused my best friend to develop an addiction

to the Dairy Queen Frappuchino.

Partner: I wonder if they sell those in buckets?
me: If they did I’d weigh 3200 lbs overnight
Partner: they do have a sugary, caffeiny goodness to them.
me: If your shit tasted like that you’d learn to bend double and lick your ass.
Partner: REVOLTING–DISGUSTING–MUST STOP! mmmmm, creamy…..

I now have a pointy thing on the end of my shooty thing.

And I got a bayonet for my M1 carbine, too.

The other, I think i can get some kind of salve for.

Gunshow was nice, though lame. The tractor show afterwards was dramatically more enjoyable.

I can no longer wear shoes

for any length of time, it kills my ankles. I need the support of a pair of at least 6″ boots, and at the end of a day, I can still move. If I wear shoes other than to church, I’m incapable of movement by noon.

Getting old is not for pussies.

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