I know that’s right. We all fuckin love Ruth!

Possibly overrepresented on a couple Frank Zappa albums…

Your sweet ass has about the same integrity as all the other bullshit I see (and sometimes even read) every motherfuckin day on this Internet we find one another on… Source verified as original by way of alcohol.

Nice fuckin job, eh…

Harriet’s 168th. birthday party with Steve Irwin.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZD9M_WCXn3s

Because I have a “thing” about having those little floor-crunchies on my feet. Floating flooring is nice, but every little thing lays right on top of it… So instead of constantly dusting the bottoms of my feet off on my calves, I just throw on some house shoes. Freshly cleaned floors excepted.

Wide range, there. I love it!

Hahaaaa!! Fuck, I didn’t catch that shit!! Too fuckin funny to edit… Touche, s0x…

I’ve never typed Panera… Yet my dictionary has that shit over Pantera… This world has gone to shit… Fuck em all.

Gotta be Moonlight Sonata…

Maybe the Live 101 Proof version of Panera’s “War Nerve”

Or Freebird, maybe?

Stubborn Love or Angela, by the Lumineers?

Fuck… Depends on the day, but I’ll always go back to Moonlight…

Kuntz. Yep, said like That… As in Rusty Kuntz. Best baseball name in history:

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rusty_Kuntz

That’s true… And what I was (jokingly) referencing…

But, my Dad’s mother, my Granny…

She was a natural Lefty…

And musically inclined…

Her Daddy slacked the strings on the family guitar before he left for work…

She figured out how to tune that instrument…

Those in her church, later, made fun of her for playing backwards chords, because she was a lefty. .

She learned to play the other way, too… And she taught me both…

There’s so many sides and nuances to every thought in our lives…

It was a harmless joke, but it has roots in my reality…

This shit is so often much deeper than we think…

You made a fuckin hell of a statement, but it’s without context or understanding…

I was just making an off-handed joke…

There is a fucking shitload of lefties in baseball… Because it fucks with the righties when they’re batting…

Baseball?

Some days are just… Right…

An old army buddy of mine once said with the purest rage: “It don’t matter which way I fuckin turn it! It ALWAYS COMES BACK TO LEFT!!” after hearing righty-tighty lefty-loosy for probably the thousandth time whilst givin er in the wrong direction once again…

He got out of the army as a heavy tank mechanic and went into concrete. I don’t even think he owns any tools at all these days… That’s been thirty damn years ago and I’m still fuckin with him about it every now and again…

That’s exactly what a fuckin boozer would say, also.

Although… I’ve been drinking since about October o’clock… so, what the fuck would I know about it, anyways.

(I say: they can stop anytime you want me to.)

Cheers!

Hell, shoot me a pricelist, bud.

Shit…

Just saw this, homie…

What do ya need on a print of it?

And has realized that she left nothing behind… Other than compliance to Her Man…

Some like it like that, eh?

Baby, I feel like I been cat-grooming a fuckin Snatchsquatch. I got hot towels, a basin of hot water, clippers and a razor. Spread em. I’m killing that fuckin thing.

Just to have thought about taking that picture is absolutely awesome. That’s a piece of art that I would hang in my home, and I’m a damn diesel mechanic. So well done.

Yep. Didn’t know it was a thing. Probably won’t, either.