Nothing but KFc for dinner
Which doesn’t explain the dream.
Dreampt that the daiughter walked into the office asking for help clearing an unfamiliar pistol; this is unusual because none of the pistols in the house are unfamiliar to her. Then I see it’s a Luger; the wife explains it was a spoil of war brought back from Germany by her father, and handed down to the son, whjo used it to hold up a liquor store, who sent it home with the wife, who took delivery in another country and transported it, hidden, across the border, and i was freaking the hell out at all the felonies she’d committed, but the Luger was so perfect it was as if Georg Luger had carefully handmade it himself. It was a long-barrel version with ramp sights and the original buttstock and fittings, and it was teh awesome in every way.
Did manage to stop the daughter from taking it to school for show and tell. Captured a fine example of S Marmota Monax and sent her in with that instead. Then discovered the wife also had acquired a Gold Leica, SS marked, in the original packaging.
Talk about mixed blessings. Woinder if they put shrooms in that KFC breading?
I had pork last night, and you know what that means. Yup. Spanked and enema’d by a circus midget. Not sure if it was female this time, though, which is worrisome.
Well, one of those “11 secret herbs and spices” may now be properly identified: psilocybin!
Good grief! A Vman sighting!
VMan! Off your ass and post something.
It’s a trick or a trap! The V-Man lives?
hmmm. I always suspected the coleslaw myself.
I’m sleeping 10 hours a night, lot of sleep to catch up on apparently. Other than sea lions waking me up early it’s pretty restful.
Dad says hello and to remind us that he does love Venison (hint hint)