All Good

So caveman picked me up yesterday and we went to the dealership to pick up my car. Seems to run good, still seems to shift a little rough between 1 and 2, but I could just be hypersensitive to the transmission right now. Also some new parts are in there that may just need to find their place, aka break in.

Caveman and I browsed the Saturn showroom floor and little. It came to light his dad, "Rick the Redundant" it buying a crap load of ice fishing gear. That means over the top, grade-A bunch of crazy everything. Including a new shelter, and from the price of it it sounds like the next size up from my shelter. So we are all going to have to make a day of it and hit the ice with grampa Caveman. I insist.

The Caveman and I drove home and beat off to naked photos of Bob Crane with notbatman's faced taped over Bob's. Then we ate ham.

Ow My Eye.

Then there is the debate about my consistant and constant level of horniness.

True, my penis is known to pop out of my pants and poke poeple in the eye, in much the same fashion and music as a jack-in-the-box.

But it is the best seven seconds of each minite in my book and I look forward to those seven seconds every minute.

If you don't like it, and you hear pop goes the weasel playing from my direction, don't stand in front of me, then you won't have to buy an eye patch. Problem solved.

Oh the laughs! Good times...good times....

While searching for a decent image to use as a Sgt. Shultz icon, I came accross this description of the sitcom Hogan's Heros.

Firing off a non-stop string of one-liners from behind enemy lines, Bob Crane, Richard Dawson, Robert Clary, Ivan Dixon and Larry Hovis lead a relentless comic assault on their Nazi captors in a Luftwaffe POW camp in Germany during World War 2, and there's no escaping the laughs!

Yah....I am sure there was no escaping the laughs IN A NAZI PRISON CAMP!

I see nothing. Nothing!

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