Best laugh of the day right here, buddy, with the Pug in giant tarantula costume running fast.
Good Lord, I’d love to pull this prank in a subway tunnel full of some brutha’s…
Also liked the de-pantsing of the reporter, and the dindu jumping in the puddle.
I needed those today…been a long one, for this working stiff.
Next up, a small tumbler with rocks, and 3 finger widths of Glenlivet 12 year.
Maybe our Choctaw bud will send a bottle of Ardbeg to me via Fedex from down under.
If he should be so generous, I’d bring it w/ me next time I visit the sunshine state, look you up, and crack that bottle open to share with you, if you’d be willing.
We could find a couple chairs in front of a boob tube broadcasting the Lightning game.
Common ground.
It’s a damn good thing among friends.
Cheers to you, nkit.
Groggy creamed me last FF, with a follow up yolk that bested my lame entry,
if judged by thumbs, but that’s ok.
Nobody bats 1000, eh?
‘sides, the more contributions, the better.
Let’s get the Fun meter pegging the red zone.
That guy lived in my building. He had the hottest girlfriend ever.
I used to see them leaving Friday nights dressed up for weird S&M parties.
He must have been paralyzed ~ below~ the waist.
Thanks Carbone…never heard, nor seen this ..good stuff for an old buzzard..
lgr
November 30, 2018 10:08 pm
A clearly inebriated woman, stark naked, jumped into a taxi in New York City and laid on the back seat
The cab driver, Hymie, an old Jewish gentleman, opened his eyes wide and stared at the woman.
He made no attempt to start the cab. The woman glared back at him and said, “What’s wrong with you, honey? Haven’t you ever seen a naked woman before?”
Hymie answered, “Let me tell you sumsing, lady. I vasn’t staring at you like you tink; dat vould not be proper.” The woman giggled and responded, “Well, if you’re not staring at my boobs or my butt, sweetie, what are you doing then?”
He paused a moment, then told her, “Vell…… M’am, I am looking and I am looking, and I am tinking to myself, vair in da hell is dis lady keeping de money to pay for dis ride?”
Nah. Regular work OT today.
Play hookey on Monday nights. Roller, not ice. Love it, ‘tho.
Interesting story there.
As a kid, we had them old brown & black leather skates…dull as hell and no ankle support,
we were the definitive ankle bender – comical players, outdoor rinks.
Older bro turned me on to Hockey Night in Canada back then, circa 1970, via CBC out of Windsor, on the tube channel 9. Only 3 other channels…CBS, NBC, ABC came in on the set, and the changer was a rotary dial. Rabbit ear antenna. Ed Sullivan days.
As a frosh in HS (’75), I bought a new set of blades and tried playing pickup, but the skates caused excruciating pain in the feet. Why? I asked many.
You’re not skating hard enough, was told. BS, but I didn’t know it then.
The boot was hard plastic, not pliable leather, and they sold a young ignorant kid skates that were too small. I hung ’em up, and didn’t skate again for 20 years.
Come around ’92, or ’93, I befriended a married couple with money, who always bought stuff on a whim. They bought his & hers, original design Rollerblades. Used them once. The man is huge, like Stucky.
He prolly fell on his ass, and said to hell with this sport.
The wife wears a woman’s size 10, equates to a man’s size 8. They fit like slippers.
They were collecting dust. I inquired, and she said take them.
I put ’em on and rolled for almost 2 hours, pain free, but a little rusty on balance, stopping, etc. So began a journey to improve…practice cross overs for increased speed, striding, stopping, and then, honed the skating backwards skill, using push offs, alternating the legs.
Soon, serpentine backwards in a straight line, then backwards cross overs to go side to side.
Then came the sticks and pucks, and hooked up with clique of dudes I knew that had played organized youth ice hockey, and later floor hockey.
Was a tough crowd at first. They would bitch at me constantly…out of position, cross ice pass attempts or full rink passes that got intercepted easily. It sucked to hear it, but in truth, it made me a better player.
Still with the same team of guys, give or take a couple of free agent additions and subtractions.
Most of us are 58. One dude is 62. It’s a riot, even though some still think bitching at teammates is a motivational factor. It’s not.
This particular season, we’re undefeated, and playoffs just started.
If we win it all, in a 10-team league of peers, what do we get? A tee shirt that touts Champions.
The best is the camraderie, playing the game, and the obligatory beer or two after the game.
Tuesday mornings, I wake up feeling like I was ran over by a truck.
By far, the best exercise / workout I’ve had, save for water skiing attempted once. That’s tough
Still snow ski one weekend a year. Not one for the gym, though.
Use your muscles, or lose them, they say. Keep active.
As sore as I am afterwards, at this age, I’m starting to think exercise advice isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. But, sweating out the toxins of beer, whiskey, scotch, or food additives,
is still the best means for the body to eliminate waste, or so I’ve read.
Thanks for reading.
I remember getting rid of the Black and Browns and getting some Red, White and Blue Bobby Orr skates for Christmas circa 1974..Mom said I would skate my eye out..seriously, that was the shit after the B&Bs…
Vixen Vic
November 30, 2018 10:26 pm
I really liked the family picture with their guns.
Of the three with piece in hand, note their trigger finger placement. They’ve learned well.
A detail the anti-gun crowd would miss. I’d befriend that family, too.
Prank a Prog-Lib relative this season. Print that out, and discreetly place it on their fireplace mantle, among the other Seasons Greetings generic, PC well wishes for the holidays.
Feign ignorance, if accused of the deed. See the scowling face, and steam from their ears.
Softly humming Home, home on the range…where the Glocks and the Kimbers all play.
Where seldom is heard, ‘ban guns!’ from some turd,
And the rounds find the bullseyes all day.
Vixen Vic
November 30, 2018 10:40 pm
Admin and nkit always make me laugh. And now we have Lgr with his weekly jokes. What a great beginning for the weekend.
nkit
December 1, 2018 1:12 am
nkit
December 1, 2018 1:14 am
Iwasntbornwithenufmiddlefingers
December 1, 2018 8:32 am
Yankee candle queef nuggets
Lol
What/how in the serious fuck does that wind up in the paper?
Well trained dog.
The Cavaliers are looking at them to replace James.
close to being a well-trained human…
That was hilarious!
That had me rolling—
Best laugh of the day right here, buddy, with the Pug in giant tarantula costume running fast.
Good Lord, I’d love to pull this prank in a subway tunnel full of some brutha’s…
Also liked the de-pantsing of the reporter, and the dindu jumping in the puddle.
I needed those today…been a long one, for this working stiff.
Next up, a small tumbler with rocks, and 3 finger widths of Glenlivet 12 year.
Maybe our Choctaw bud will send a bottle of Ardbeg to me via Fedex from down under.
If he should be so generous, I’d bring it w/ me next time I visit the sunshine state, look you up, and crack that bottle open to share with you, if you’d be willing.
We could find a couple chairs in front of a boob tube broadcasting the Lightning game.
Common ground.
It’s a damn good thing among friends.
Cheers to you, nkit.
Groggy creamed me last FF, with a follow up yolk that bested my lame entry,
if judged by thumbs, but that’s ok.
Nobody bats 1000, eh?
‘sides, the more contributions, the better.
Let’s get the Fun meter pegging the red zone.
A man and his wife needs a good neighbor such as you..would that I would be so fortunate..
I once saw a dindu stop in the middle of the street on a green light and bend down to tie a shoelace.
That’s the kind of behavior an entire life of being told “you’re entitled” will get you.
Well, some kids still like Westerns or they go to a lot of rodeos.
I have a feeling the Ramadan/Porn/Wife story will play out many times for the next generation.
“The Few, The Proud?” or is this one “Be All that You Can Be?”
That guy lived in my building. He had the hottest girlfriend ever.
I used to see them leaving Friday nights dressed up for weird S&M parties.
He must have been paralyzed ~ below~ the waist.
That’s what my ex would have called a Non Swimmer. Now he calls them Democrats.
I don’t understand the fail of the Christmas card. Looks like a family I’d want to hang out with.
That IS my family!!! And yes, we’re proud.
TGIF..relax, forget your worries, forget your cares…have some fun and CRANK this up…
Thanks Carbone…never heard, nor seen this ..good stuff for an old buzzard..
A clearly inebriated woman, stark naked, jumped into a taxi in New York City and laid on the back seat
The cab driver, Hymie, an old Jewish gentleman, opened his eyes wide and stared at the woman.
He made no attempt to start the cab. The woman glared back at him and said, “What’s wrong with you, honey? Haven’t you ever seen a naked woman before?”
Hymie answered, “Let me tell you sumsing, lady. I vasn’t staring at you like you tink; dat vould not be proper.” The woman giggled and responded, “Well, if you’re not staring at my boobs or my butt, sweetie, what are you doing then?”
He paused a moment, then told her, “Vell…… M’am, I am looking and I am looking, and I am tinking to myself, vair in da hell is dis lady keeping de money to pay for dis ride?”
The crowd was waiting for you…Thanks..Must have gone OT in your over 70 hockey game..
Nah. Regular work OT today.
Play hookey on Monday nights. Roller, not ice. Love it, ‘tho.
Interesting story there.
As a kid, we had them old brown & black leather skates…dull as hell and no ankle support,
we were the definitive ankle bender – comical players, outdoor rinks.
Older bro turned me on to Hockey Night in Canada back then, circa 1970, via CBC out of Windsor, on the tube channel 9. Only 3 other channels…CBS, NBC, ABC came in on the set, and the changer was a rotary dial. Rabbit ear antenna. Ed Sullivan days.
As a frosh in HS (’75), I bought a new set of blades and tried playing pickup, but the skates caused excruciating pain in the feet. Why? I asked many.
You’re not skating hard enough, was told. BS, but I didn’t know it then.
The boot was hard plastic, not pliable leather, and they sold a young ignorant kid skates that were too small. I hung ’em up, and didn’t skate again for 20 years.
Come around ’92, or ’93, I befriended a married couple with money, who always bought stuff on a whim. They bought his & hers, original design Rollerblades. Used them once. The man is huge, like Stucky.
He prolly fell on his ass, and said to hell with this sport.
The wife wears a woman’s size 10, equates to a man’s size 8. They fit like slippers.
They were collecting dust. I inquired, and she said take them.
I put ’em on and rolled for almost 2 hours, pain free, but a little rusty on balance, stopping, etc. So began a journey to improve…practice cross overs for increased speed, striding, stopping, and then, honed the skating backwards skill, using push offs, alternating the legs.
Soon, serpentine backwards in a straight line, then backwards cross overs to go side to side.
Then came the sticks and pucks, and hooked up with clique of dudes I knew that had played organized youth ice hockey, and later floor hockey.
Was a tough crowd at first. They would bitch at me constantly…out of position, cross ice pass attempts or full rink passes that got intercepted easily. It sucked to hear it, but in truth, it made me a better player.
Still with the same team of guys, give or take a couple of free agent additions and subtractions.
Most of us are 58. One dude is 62. It’s a riot, even though some still think bitching at teammates is a motivational factor. It’s not.
This particular season, we’re undefeated, and playoffs just started.
If we win it all, in a 10-team league of peers, what do we get? A tee shirt that touts Champions.
The best is the camraderie, playing the game, and the obligatory beer or two after the game.
Tuesday mornings, I wake up feeling like I was ran over by a truck.
By far, the best exercise / workout I’ve had, save for water skiing attempted once. That’s tough
Still snow ski one weekend a year. Not one for the gym, though.
Use your muscles, or lose them, they say. Keep active.
As sore as I am afterwards, at this age, I’m starting to think exercise advice isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. But, sweating out the toxins of beer, whiskey, scotch, or food additives,
is still the best means for the body to eliminate waste, or so I’ve read.
Thanks for reading.
I remember getting rid of the Black and Browns and getting some Red, White and Blue Bobby Orr skates for Christmas circa 1974..Mom said I would skate my eye out..seriously, that was the shit after the B&Bs…
I really liked the family picture with their guns.
Of the three with piece in hand, note their trigger finger placement. They’ve learned well.
A detail the anti-gun crowd would miss. I’d befriend that family, too.
Prank a Prog-Lib relative this season. Print that out, and discreetly place it on their fireplace mantle, among the other Seasons Greetings generic, PC well wishes for the holidays.
Feign ignorance, if accused of the deed. See the scowling face, and steam from their ears.
Softly humming Home, home on the range…where the Glocks and the Kimbers all play.
Where seldom is heard, ‘ban guns!’ from some turd,
And the rounds find the bullseyes all day.
Admin and nkit always make me laugh. And now we have Lgr with his weekly jokes. What a great beginning for the weekend.
Yankee candle queef nuggets
Lol
What/how in the serious fuck does that wind up in the paper?