Now that Spring is finally flingin I'm looking forward to setting my behind out on the cedar lined smoking porch, turning cigars into ashes and hooch into lard. I've accumulated a couple quality tequilas, two or three quality rums, my fave Michters rye, Lafroyd (too lazy to look up the bizarre spelling of that wonderful schidt right now), Woodford, Makers... I don't know what all... all of them desperately needing drunk. Got a stack of books need to get finished. A semi-retired leather recliner which pretty often refuses to un-recline (and who can blame it). Fact, I might just have to go test out that recliner right now. I'm still working on the stash of Uppowoc Jackal home rolls which I cracked into on the first of last month. Think I'll take one of those out with me. They're a simple blend: Honduran seco and viso, with a Nicaraguan binder and a shade grown Habano seco wrapper from Ecuador.
It's 8:30 now, late enough so I ought to stop working.
... that is, if I had any sense
“It has been a source of great pain to me to have met with so many among [my] opponents who had not the liberality to distinguish between political and social opposition; who transferred at once to the person, the hatred they bore to his political opinions.” —Thomas Jefferson (1808)
Now that Spring is finally flingin I'm looking forward to setting my behind out on the cedar lined smoking porch, turning cigars into ashes and hooch into lard.
I have to rebuild my porch this summer. We are removing a wall and extending the porch 8' and extending the roof clear out over the deck. Removing all the paneling on the existing walls and the ceiling and insulating and installing a ventilation fan and installing insulation under the floors and sealing it with plywood. And then installing a 42" TV on the wall.
Come this winter, there will be a warm place for me to smoke, use my laptop and watch TV.
In Fumo Pax Money can't buy happiness, but it can buy cigars and that's close enough.
And made in the USA. Get back to the time before Mr Crapper and squat.
Are they advertising spray tan there?
“It has been a source of great pain to me to have met with so many among [my] opponents who had not the liberality to distinguish between political and social opposition; who transferred at once to the person, the hatred they bore to his political opinions.” —Thomas Jefferson (1808)
While I was pooping I came up with a new squat-poop product idea. It's better than the sqatty potty plastic stool because you can put your feet wherever you want instead of being confined to the designated footrests on top of their design. Mine's called "**** stilts". Don't nobody steal my idea OK?
“It has been a source of great pain to me to have met with so many among [my] opponents who had not the liberality to distinguish between political and social opposition; who transferred at once to the person, the hatred they bore to his political opinions.” —Thomas Jefferson (1808)
“It has been a source of great pain to me to have met with so many among [my] opponents who had not the liberality to distinguish between political and social opposition; who transferred at once to the person, the hatred they bore to his political opinions.” —Thomas Jefferson (1808)
You have to wonder how many employees have quit United over this. There is an unspoken boycott going on already and looking to work somewhere else is common sense.
I wasn't sure where else to post this. The title of the thread seemed appropriate.
A good buddy of mine asked me to help him go dismantle and move a playset for his son. His wife had found it for free on a Facebook swip/swap site where the guy described it as "like new. Wood in perfect condition. just need it gone."
So we went to get it on Saturday morning. The thing is falling apart and rotting. Against my advice, he decided he wanted it anyway. So we dismantle the thing: we detatched the main beam for the swing (which was so rotted I could break it apart with my hands), took off the A-frame side supports, removed the roof, ladder, side-stay supports, and the slide. Half the hardware just pulled out by hand because the wood around it was rotted. The only thing left was the main structure which we were going to keep intact and just load into the back of my truck.
We go to lay the thing over and the feet just detatch from the base, completely rotted out. That wasn't the problem. It was the massive army of huge red carpenter ants that started pouring out of this thing that sent us running for the front yard.
We went and got the owner of the house and told him what happened and that there was no way we were going to take this thing now. Not wanting to just leave a big pile of wood in his back yard we offered to carry it to the curb for him and either the trash can take it or anyone else that's interested. His response, "And you're just going to leave me with all these ants in my backyard?" As if we put the ants in his back yard.
"The ants are your property. Do you want help with this to the curb or not?"
"Just put it in the woods back there, right behind that bush, it'll be easier."
So we put it exactly where he told us to put it. This took about an hour.
"Oh this doesn't work for me. This can't stay here. Did you guys even walk back into the woods? This needs to go way back into the woods."
"We put it exactly where you said to put it."
"Well it can't stay here. You need to put it much further back into the woods
"Well, I suggest you go get that skill saw out of your garage and start cutting it up or hire some professionals to haul off your trash. Have a nice day sir."
I looked at my buddy.
"Ed, this isn't "Free Labor Saturday". I'm leaving. If you'd like a ride home, I'd suggest getting in the truck."
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Now that Spring is finally flingin I'm looking forward to setting my behind out on the cedar lined smoking porch, turning cigars into ashes and hooch into lard. I've accumulated a couple quality tequilas, two or three quality rums, my fave Michters rye, Lafroyd (too lazy to look up the bizarre spelling of that wonderful schidt right now), Woodford, Makers... I don't know what all... all of them desperately needing drunk. Got a stack of books need to get finished. A semi-retired leather recliner which pretty often refuses to un-recline (and who can blame it). Fact, I might just have to go test out that recliner right now. I'm still working on the stash of Uppowoc Jackal home rolls which I cracked into on the first of last month. Think I'll take one of those out with me. They're a simple blend: Honduran seco and viso, with a Nicaraguan binder and a shade grown Habano seco wrapper from Ecuador.
It's 8:30 now, late enough so I ought to stop working.
... that is, if I had any sense
We are removing a wall and extending the porch 8' and extending the roof clear out over the deck.
Removing all the paneling on the existing walls and the ceiling and insulating and installing a ventilation fan and installing insulation under the floors and sealing it with plywood. And then installing a 42" TV on the wall.
Come this winter, there will be a warm place for me to smoke, use my laptop and watch TV.
Money can't buy happiness, but it can buy cigars and that's close enough.
And made in the USA. Get back to the time before Mr Crapper and squat.
At any given time the urge to sing "In The Jungle" is just a whim away... A whim away... A whim away...
At any given time the urge to sing "In The Jungle" is just a whim away... A whim away... A whim away...
https://www.youtube.com/user/MySquattyPotty
I also can not post a video
Could have posted a 20 page discussion. But I figure you guts like unicorns.
6 Month Old Babies are racist.
They become racist because of the type of music they listen to while looking at pictures.
Some are calling it race bias.
Who's tax money was spent on this?
I wasn't sure where else to post this. The title of the thread seemed appropriate.
A good buddy of mine asked me to help him go dismantle and move a playset for his son. His wife had found it for free on a Facebook swip/swap site where the guy described it as "like new. Wood in perfect condition. just need it gone."
So we went to get it on Saturday morning. The thing is falling apart and rotting. Against my advice, he decided he wanted it anyway. So we dismantle the thing: we detatched the main beam for the swing (which was so rotted I could break it apart with my hands), took off the A-frame side supports, removed the roof, ladder, side-stay supports, and the slide. Half the hardware just pulled out by hand because the wood around it was rotted. The only thing left was the main structure which we were going to keep intact and just load into the back of my truck.
We go to lay the thing over and the feet just detatch from the base, completely rotted out. That wasn't the problem. It was the massive army of huge red carpenter ants that started pouring out of this thing that sent us running for the front yard.
We went and got the owner of the house and told him what happened and that there was no way we were going to take this thing now. Not wanting to just leave a big pile of wood in his back yard we offered to carry it to the curb for him and either the trash can take it or anyone else that's interested. His response, "And you're just going to leave me with all these ants in my backyard?" As if we put the ants in his back yard.
"The ants are your property. Do you want help with this to the curb or not?"
"Just put it in the woods back there, right behind that bush, it'll be easier."
So we put it exactly where he told us to put it. This took about an hour.
"Oh this doesn't work for me. This can't stay here. Did you guys even walk back into the woods? This needs to go way back into the woods."
"We put it exactly where you said to put it."
"Well it can't stay here. You need to put it much further back into the woods
"Well, I suggest you go get that skill saw out of your garage and start cutting it up or hire some professionals to haul off your trash. Have a nice day sir."
I looked at my buddy.
"Ed, this isn't "Free Labor Saturday". I'm leaving. If you'd like a ride home, I'd suggest getting in the truck."