Neanderpundit

Sunday, on the way to the range with Mr B and Midwest Chick, partner and i stopped for a mcDonald’s Frappe.

The lactose does some interesting stuff to me, let me tell you.

So at the end of the day, when Mr b said “I’ll remember not to stand downrange of you guys” I heard “Downwind” instead of ‘Downrange’ and thought, damn, I didn’t think I was farting THAT loudly. I mean, I used to work with a guy whose farts would set off the Clapper in his house, but I didn’t think mine were that loud, and everyone had earplugs in. I was standing downwind, though, thankfully.

Wait, you probably aren’t on the guest list.

The guest list consists of “”private mother-daughter trip with longtime family friends.”

In other words, a handful of homeys got they hands on a big old wad of taxpayer cash and is gonna have a party in Spain with lots of crunk and gift bags of taxpayer funded bling making P Diddy’s birthday bash look like a fourth grade cake and kool-ade affair. Ever notice how people that win the lotto tend to spend wads of cash trying to make it look like they’re high class, and just end up looking like rich, tasteless rubes?

I like this part the best:

“While the trip is being described as “private,” “while in Spain, Mrs. Obama will pay an official visit to Their Majesties King Juan Carlos and Queen Sophia of Spain at their invitation,” the White House said, with the activities to be closed to the press.”

In other words, ‘We’ll be doing ten minutes of “official business” so the whole trip is covered by the taxpayer”

yeah, that’s right, you. Hope you enjoy it.

Put the new batch of biltong into the dehydrator. I made the pieces a lot bigger, the best of the last lot was the thickest and I’m going for that.

The dog is salivating. I’m salivating too.