Saturday, February 06, 2010


As I'm leaving in a week, and am going to be trekkin' around Thailand, Laos, and Myanmar for a month, I had to come up with a way Mom could chill and not freak out. Follow the linky, and I'll post stuff when I can. This is one of the stops on the way to Ted's wedding. Nice thing is, most of the little towns don't have paved roads, and there are elephants walkin' down the street, but you can almost always find a guest house with internet access.

Friday, February 05, 2010

For Our Blog Host, Bless His Heart

I have NO idea who this is, but he speaks NOLA, Tub.

This one's for you.

Golf Bar Menu

A crusty old golfer comes in from a round of golf at a new course and heads into the grill room. As he passes through the swinging doors he sees a hand-written sign hanging over the bar:
COLD BEER: $3.50
HAND JOB: $50.00
Checking his wallet to be sure he has the necessary payment, the old golfer walks up to the bar and beckons to the exceptionally attractive female bartender who is serving drinks to a couple of happy-looking, sun-wrinkled golfers.She glides down behind the bar to the old golfer."Yes?" she inquires with a wide, knowing smile, "May I help you?" The old golfer leans over the bar, "I was wondering, young lady," he whispers, "Are you the one who gives the hand-jobs? " She looks into his eyes, wearing a mischievous, toothy smile and purrs: "Yes Sir, I sure am." The old golfer leans closer and into her left ear whispers softly, "Well, wash your hands real f*cking good, cause I want a cheeseburger."

Sorry...I had to.

Sunday, January 31, 2010

Hey Larue!

Since when do your skwirrels eat Slim Jims?

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