Update on stuff...
Yes, Pam’s 30th birthday (for the 21st time***) was on the 18th so we celebrated by deep-frying a turkey that she would never eat because she is a vegetation but we done up anyhow, but we set the carport on fire. I guess the marinade shouldn't a been 89 octane.
Fortunately, I had the presence of mind and sobriety to hook up to the double-wide and tow it away from the fire scene w/my ’56 Ford pickup w/the Dodge '53 V-8 flathead motor & the '49 Studebaker tranny.
Unfortunately, I towed just the back 2 bedrooms, the master bath where we were growing algae for Polio testing, & the meth lab. Goddam duck tape ain't what it used to be. Fer Crise sake, the front half should'a come too.
We were able to save the "Chief Woosie Feather" statue (picture & explanation to follow in another posting) that my good friend Jim Freeman, who is now living off of his girlfriend's wages, sent me for my birthday #56, and some photos of Jim & I climbing & descending the Alpspitz (for which my thighs will never forgive him). Jim & I were roomies, but really, hardly anything more, in Bavaria near the Austrian border where I lived from '82 - '88. He came to visit me and way overstayed his welcome.
We also saved our new Dumb Bible Studies For Dumb Dummies book that I bought for Pam for her birthday, some meth that I had cleverly hidden in the Dumb Bible Studies For Dumb Dummies book, and a lot of "adult" photos that I had taken during previous relationships, also hidden in that book. I was pretty sure that none of it would'a ever been found because I was pretty sure that Heathen Pamela wouldn't be reading that.
But we lost 6 of our non-hunting hunting dogs when the porch collapsed: Fortunately, I was able to give Pammie a really nice fur coat made from them there same doggies as a remembrance. It kinda' smells like a barbeque started with diesel fuel & old tires but now the bleeding heart animal-non-eater refuses to put it on just because there's a rabies tag burned into one of the pelts. Gah-Dam! Some women are just ungrateful!
We also lost that “88 Trans-Marro that I’d been so diligently working on. Why I’d just put fresh concrete blocks under that sucker. Plus we lost the beer fridge out there under the carport and I’d just refilled it w/6 cases of Milwaukee’s Best Ice. I was able to salvage a couple of cans, though, but, boy, them beers were hard to drink at 120 degrees...they burned my lips! Thank the Lord Baby Jayzuz that that is a premium beer so it were drinkable. I get pretty thirsty by 9am!
Outa' here
*** You know, I think about my Pammie and I get a quarrel in my head.
One side says, boy, you are with a chick who is a whole 10 years younger than you!!
Then the other side says, boy, you are sleeping with a 51 year old broad!
Fortunately, I had the presence of mind and sobriety to hook up to the double-wide and tow it away from the fire scene w/my ’56 Ford pickup w/the Dodge '53 V-8 flathead motor & the '49 Studebaker tranny.
Unfortunately, I towed just the back 2 bedrooms, the master bath where we were growing algae for Polio testing, & the meth lab. Goddam duck tape ain't what it used to be. Fer Crise sake, the front half should'a come too.
We were able to save the "Chief Woosie Feather" statue (picture & explanation to follow in another posting) that my good friend Jim Freeman, who is now living off of his girlfriend's wages, sent me for my birthday #56, and some photos of Jim & I climbing & descending the Alpspitz (for which my thighs will never forgive him). Jim & I were roomies, but really, hardly anything more, in Bavaria near the Austrian border where I lived from '82 - '88. He came to visit me and way overstayed his welcome.
We also saved our new Dumb Bible Studies For Dumb Dummies book that I bought for Pam for her birthday, some meth that I had cleverly hidden in the Dumb Bible Studies For Dumb Dummies book, and a lot of "adult" photos that I had taken during previous relationships, also hidden in that book. I was pretty sure that none of it would'a ever been found because I was pretty sure that Heathen Pamela wouldn't be reading that.
But we lost 6 of our non-hunting hunting dogs when the porch collapsed: Fortunately, I was able to give Pammie a really nice fur coat made from them there same doggies as a remembrance. It kinda' smells like a barbeque started with diesel fuel & old tires but now the bleeding heart animal-non-eater refuses to put it on just because there's a rabies tag burned into one of the pelts. Gah-Dam! Some women are just ungrateful!
We also lost that “88 Trans-Marro that I’d been so diligently working on. Why I’d just put fresh concrete blocks under that sucker. Plus we lost the beer fridge out there under the carport and I’d just refilled it w/6 cases of Milwaukee’s Best Ice. I was able to salvage a couple of cans, though, but, boy, them beers were hard to drink at 120 degrees...they burned my lips! Thank the Lord Baby Jayzuz that that is a premium beer so it were drinkable. I get pretty thirsty by 9am!
Outa' here
The Geez.
*** You know, I think about my Pammie and I get a quarrel in my head.
One side says, boy, you are with a chick who is a whole 10 years younger than you!!
Then the other side says, boy, you are sleeping with a 51 year old broad!
posted by Oldood at 23:02
3 Comments:
Typisch mis-adventures of another escapee from GAP
How much of this really happened Jethro?
You question my truthification? For Dog's sake, Little Jimmy, I'm fambly!
(Okay, drinking the hot Milwaukee's Best but I do that all the time anyhow & the meth hidden in the bible studies book. Also, the Trans-Marro but it was an '86 and didn't even have the duck tattoo on the hood. It didn't have a hood. Or an engine. Or seats. And one door was still 'on order'. And part of the floorpan was kinda' rusted through.)
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