Random crap...
Right on! Err, I mean that's awful...
At a book signing in KC, MO. One Michael Dean Smith waited patiently in line to have his book signed by Ms. Jane Fonda, and when in front of her, spat on her. This is horribly uncouth. Now a 215 grain +P .45 is much more gentlemanly...
Say, What do you have lined up for today?
JT: What do you have lined up for today?
Clime: What do you think? It's Friday...
JT: Good. Your going south of Waco.
Clime: South of What?
We had a part to be shipped south that no freight company would touch. You see, the part was worth more than four and a half times the sticker price of my new car. We would have to have it independently insured for the transit. Boss-man, being the tight wad that he is, found a rather creative solution to this problem. Send this knuckle-dragging mouth-breather down there with it. Sooo after stopping by my place to go heavy with the H&K .45 and two spare magazines (I thought about interchanging the Berretta holster on the shoulder rig with the H&K one, but it is, after all, April in Texas, and there was no way I was putting an extra layer on over it, so Hip Holster it was.) I was on my way. It took up my entire day. If you live in a state with a conceled-carry law, I highly recommend Israeli Fobus Holsters, all touted as being combat proven.
I have only drawn the pistola once with intent, and that story isn't as good as Stodgy's roadside mugging story, but here goes...
On the freeway coming back from the bank some months ago, I was in the center lane when a woman in a Honda passed by me in the left lane. Behind her are two pickups filled with construction types inside and the same contractor company logo on each truck. The lead truck whips around her and slams on the brakes with the trailing truck forcing her onto the median. Oh, fuck a bunch of this. I reel over behind the three vehicles on the median, stop and step out of my car with the H&K at the ready. As the males are jumping out of the trailing truck, the driver looks back at me. They all scurry back into the cabs of their trucks and scream back into traffic and away they go. I don't know what that woman did to them(probably some stupid stunt on the highway) or what they were going to do to her, but they weren't going to do it that day...
Cue Monday Night Football music.
LBG and I had dinner tonight and witnessed a strange event. We were seated at a high table adjacent the bar and had full view of the counter. At the bar were your typical over-forty hardbodies (through genes, gyms, or augmentation) seated in clusters. Mingling were older males trying to work it. You could smell the quiet sense of desperation. This was particularly amusing to us. We were like Frank Gifford and Al Micheals calling the plays made by the poor schmoes...
Picture two females chatting, with an empty seat between them:
Uh, oh. JoeyBagoDonuts is making his move, stepping up between them to order from the bar.
What a finesse play by joey. See how he edges the chair back with the back of his leg as he orders to make it accessible to sit given the opportunity?
Yes. This man knows his playbook. Wait! He just turned to Ms. Bolt-ons and made a comment. Look, she laughed.
Wups, flushed out of the pocket. Ms. Make-up isn't amused. He stays standing.
Uh-oh, an end around play. He concentrates on just Ms. Bolt-ons. She laughs. He sits down! He Scores!
This was a true riot. LBG and I were amused the whole time by this crowd of wealthy divorce' s...
A unique Saturday evening
If I had nothing planned for tomorrow night, LBG's fiance' and her best friend wanted he and I to go with them to a belly dancing club. I guess I was a hit with the best friend the time we met over drinks, or should I say was ambushed? I don't hold it against LBG, she was a gorgeous creature. This get-together was attempted before, but was a bust as schedules didn't permit it, but I told Linus about these plans:
Linus: So, you're going to a belly dancing bar...
Clime: Yep. Supposed to be very provocative...
Linus: So, belly dancing is middle-eastern...
Clime: Yep.
Linus: So, you're going to a middle-eastern club...
Clime: Yep. She looks like Shannon Elizabeth, for fuck's sake. What? I say no?
Linus: So, you're going in heavy, right?
Of course Linus is the guy who stated that the whole ribbon thing on the back of cars to show troop support was trendy and that he chose to support them in his own way. What way is that?
Linus: ...By hating arabs...
At a book signing in KC, MO. One Michael Dean Smith waited patiently in line to have his book signed by Ms. Jane Fonda, and when in front of her, spat on her. This is horribly uncouth. Now a 215 grain +P .45 is much more gentlemanly...
Say, What do you have lined up for today?
JT: What do you have lined up for today?
Clime: What do you think? It's Friday...
JT: Good. Your going south of Waco.
Clime: South of What?
We had a part to be shipped south that no freight company would touch. You see, the part was worth more than four and a half times the sticker price of my new car. We would have to have it independently insured for the transit. Boss-man, being the tight wad that he is, found a rather creative solution to this problem. Send this knuckle-dragging mouth-breather down there with it. Sooo after stopping by my place to go heavy with the H&K .45 and two spare magazines (I thought about interchanging the Berretta holster on the shoulder rig with the H&K one, but it is, after all, April in Texas, and there was no way I was putting an extra layer on over it, so Hip Holster it was.) I was on my way. It took up my entire day. If you live in a state with a conceled-carry law, I highly recommend Israeli Fobus Holsters, all touted as being combat proven.
I have only drawn the pistola once with intent, and that story isn't as good as Stodgy's roadside mugging story, but here goes...
On the freeway coming back from the bank some months ago, I was in the center lane when a woman in a Honda passed by me in the left lane. Behind her are two pickups filled with construction types inside and the same contractor company logo on each truck. The lead truck whips around her and slams on the brakes with the trailing truck forcing her onto the median. Oh, fuck a bunch of this. I reel over behind the three vehicles on the median, stop and step out of my car with the H&K at the ready. As the males are jumping out of the trailing truck, the driver looks back at me. They all scurry back into the cabs of their trucks and scream back into traffic and away they go. I don't know what that woman did to them(probably some stupid stunt on the highway) or what they were going to do to her, but they weren't going to do it that day...
Cue Monday Night Football music.
LBG and I had dinner tonight and witnessed a strange event. We were seated at a high table adjacent the bar and had full view of the counter. At the bar were your typical over-forty hardbodies (through genes, gyms, or augmentation) seated in clusters. Mingling were older males trying to work it. You could smell the quiet sense of desperation. This was particularly amusing to us. We were like Frank Gifford and Al Micheals calling the plays made by the poor schmoes...
Picture two females chatting, with an empty seat between them:
Uh, oh. JoeyBagoDonuts is making his move, stepping up between them to order from the bar.
What a finesse play by joey. See how he edges the chair back with the back of his leg as he orders to make it accessible to sit given the opportunity?
Yes. This man knows his playbook. Wait! He just turned to Ms. Bolt-ons and made a comment. Look, she laughed.
Wups, flushed out of the pocket. Ms. Make-up isn't amused. He stays standing.
Uh-oh, an end around play. He concentrates on just Ms. Bolt-ons. She laughs. He sits down! He Scores!
This was a true riot. LBG and I were amused the whole time by this crowd of wealthy divorce' s...
A unique Saturday evening
If I had nothing planned for tomorrow night, LBG's fiance' and her best friend wanted he and I to go with them to a belly dancing club. I guess I was a hit with the best friend the time we met over drinks, or should I say was ambushed? I don't hold it against LBG, she was a gorgeous creature. This get-together was attempted before, but was a bust as schedules didn't permit it, but I told Linus about these plans:
Linus: So, you're going to a belly dancing bar...
Clime: Yep. Supposed to be very provocative...
Linus: So, belly dancing is middle-eastern...
Clime: Yep.
Linus: So, you're going to a middle-eastern club...
Clime: Yep. She looks like Shannon Elizabeth, for fuck's sake. What? I say no?
Linus: So, you're going in heavy, right?
Of course Linus is the guy who stated that the whole ribbon thing on the back of cars to show troop support was trendy and that he chose to support them in his own way. What way is that?
Linus: ...By hating arabs...
5 Comments:
Great. just great.
As for my troop support I have scratch n sniff stickers all over my car.You know the kind when you were a kid and you get them for not flipping someone off in class Plus the yellow sticker doesnt really match my car.
We all support in our own ways, no?
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First one was highly inflammatory, towards total strangers. That's not my style. This one is more generic and somewhat PC....
Mumble, Mumble, High and Tight! Mumble, Mumble, CAS! Mumble, Mumble, Mumble, Keep your powder dry and clear six...
you know what? Linus just needs a hug. his skinhead's showing just a little to much. what's he secretly say about ellie?
For some reason I can't sign in on my blog. I had to add to my answer lets go for the bucket,I can't go there without getting the shrimp,and chicken. Plus the caesar salad and salsa are perfect with the buckets.
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