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I remember JFK's assassination.

If those were the weapons available to me I would avoid them all, turn around, drop my pants, bend over, and hope that is all the gorilla wanted.

I still remember Lem Barney tormenting the Packers on Thanksgiving.

Packers rise over the past two weeks is likely to get tamped down a bit this Thursday.

I appreciated her dignity as first lady and throughout the ensuing years. R.I.P.

So the ruling has come down, not just in Colorado but in cases in Michigan an Minnesota. A legal consensus seems to be forming against the theory that Trump can be kept off the ballot by the agency of Article 3 of the 14th Amendment. The early enthusiasms of some for this artifice now seems destined to wane. As for the judge I still question why she did not recuse herself. She potentially placed herself in a very bad position where the appearance of impropriety would have raised its head depending upon her ruling. Given her ruling that is not now an issue, but it was an interesting, and in my mind, ill-advised decision to not recuse herself. Me, I believe the ruling is correct. I do not believe Article 3 of the 14th Amendment was ever intended to reach so far, to such relatively trivial matters as the temporary delay of the certification of an election by a bunch of conflated idiots and their spiritual leader with no plan for 5 minutes into the future. I think Article 3 of the 14th Amendment was meant to cover something greater than a paroxism of narcisissim by folks in animal skins and red and blue face paint or in hair pieces and orange face paint.

Yes, a mental one of his own narcissistic making.

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Actually you can. The technique is known as "bricking". Strip him buck nekid. Shove his head into a water trough. While holding his head under water take up a brick in each hand. Slam the bricks together from either side of his testicles. He will both inhale and swallow quite sharply as his head comes flying up out of the water. The technique is used to "top off" camels before an extreme desert trek. Happy to help.

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I thought we had a deal, the Whites get Santa and the Blacks get Shaft and Foxy Brown.

They could be useful in emphasizing the cold as november turns to december if they stood in very tight silk blouses and little else. This could also be useful in demonstrating how hard it is raining at a game if they wore thin white cotton shirts to those games.

Like old man low hanging fruit?

I thought I would see this when the neighborhoods around me were being built but there was none of this. Now with no construction occuring for miles around it seems slightly strange. I suppose there is landscaping and painting always to be done and basement finishes and the like. They were back again. Looks like this may be a permanent development. When I use to work downtown there was a corner where this was prevalent. There was an age range there of 20 to 70, all men. Now it is a group of seven, all 20 years old or younger, including one female. My wife would have me hire help for some jobs, like last year when I painted the house or now when she wants the fence rehabbed and painted. She says I have earned a break. I was raised to do my own work whenever possible but someday I may start hiring stuff out. If and when I do i would probably want some relationship with the handiman. I would probably want the same guy so we understand each other, but maybe that is unimportant, maybe day laborers would be a convenience. Oh, the reason for multiple trips to Home Depot, apparently wer need new chandeliers before thanksgiving, though the current ones seem just fine to me. So i purchased and installedone new light Home Depot had and one my wife got from god knows where. Then she decided she wanted each on a new dinmmer switch as she thought the old ones looked tacky. Apparently a bathroom also needs painting before freeloading family members can come over and tgake a dump in there next Thursday so i will be going bsack today or tomorrow.

Fine for me to wait it out but a 14 year old boy is a constant erection. Waiting it out for him means waiting until he turns 30.

Two men, alone and together, with man buns, sharing the same side of a booth at P.F. Changs Two men taking an evening stroll and sharing an ice cream cone. Two men in a park at night watching Gladiator on their phone while the buck bends the doe over a park bench and goes to town.

Damn, I love underboob.

I hope you catch good cards tonight whether playing poker, sheepshead, euchre or booray.

Not going back to Wisconsin this year. My cousin and his boys and grandsons will be hunting the land. Every year now we talk about selling but every year we keep it one more year. (Owned jointly by both families) I will go up to elk Camp near Craig Colorado. I have a tag to fill. I don't know how much longer I will elk hunt. (These are with buddies, not family, and frankly we are all getting a bit long in the tooth for these hunts.) Age and a knee and hip replacement make the high country hard on me. My wife's father, now deceased, has property near Story Wyoming and I enjoy going up there to hunt antelope. Much less hard on me as the stalks are on fairly level ground and you can usually bring your truck to the animal rather than the other way around. I do start to question whether I should be shooting at the distances needed for elk, and antelope in particula,r where a typical shot may be 300 yards. I don't shoot often enough to be sharp any more and even if i did I think my eyesight and overall steadiness have deteriorated my abilities somewhat.

Nice story. Thanks for sharing. My extended family owned 8 farms on 2 and a half sections of land in total in southern Wisconsin. We would hunt those for pheaqsant, turkey, and whitetail during shotgun season. Se also had the land and blockhouse up near Tomah we used for rifle season and for poker with the boys. We also stay there for opening day of fishing. We occassionally would throw down some seed while there for opening day of fishing which would maybe germinate and produce results come the fall, but mostly we let the land do what it wanted. The land was varied enough to be very supportive ahbitat just as it was. It was an old farm and orcahrd that was 100 years fallow and so grpwn back in but with still some apple trees and some corn which would pop up. also a bit of a cranberry bog in one small cornor. It has woods, meadows, bog. Its great.

Indeed. As grandpa aged he still liked to hunt. Our family hunts were less well attended but I always went with him. We still generally had enough attendance to get a group tag so we could take an additioanl buck or one doe beyond the number of hunters. Grandpa usually got that deer in addition to his own. His last hunt was just he and I. He got his. I carried it out for him as he could never had done so at his age. We kept hunting. He could not figure out how I didn't get as shot as I always got my deer. While resting he looked in my gun. He saw I was not loaded. I was just there for a final walk with him. He got my deer as well as his own. We had a nice walk. He did not make it to Thanksgiving that year.

I'm smiling right now imagining what my neighbors would think and do if they saw a deer hanging from the rafters of my garage and me skinning it. I imagine i would get a visit from the cops and get ticketed for processing it at home. Something to do with health codes and disposal of offal. The neighbors would be horrified.

Grandpa used a bay in his garage to hang them and bleed them. Generally we finished our family hunt the Saturday before Thanksgiving. We would generally have 5 deer, all hung from block and tackle in the garage rafters, field dressed, bleeding out through nose cuts into coffee cans. Generally it was pretty cool that time of year so this was effectively refrigeration. After a few days it was time to skin them. We boys would pull while dad and grandpa did the cutting. We would scrape the hides to remove fat and fascia, stretch them over a loom and place them outside and return to work on the next deer. As a family we could get through 5 deer in a little over an hour. Granda and dad would then do the butchering. They had a table, knives, and saws and a butchers paper role with cutter to wrap the meat. We boys were supposed to label each package and place them in the deep freeze or into canvas tarps with ice for transport to our deep freezes. After they got the meat we would eat as steaks or roasts it was time to drive the rest of the carcass down to the german guy for processing. I once stayed and watched he and grandpa work. They cleaned those bones in no time. The meat went into a grinder while I turned the handle. They put in strips of pork, mostly fat, some spices, I remember coriander and pepper, and a bit of rolled oats. In those days the product was extruded into washed pig intestine, twisted and hung until they were done. The old german guy got half the sausage and we took the rest back to grandpa's smoke house for hickory smoking. During those times I got to know my grandfather. We also fished together as a family on opening weekend, my grandfather, our family of boys, and my cousins family, uncle and boys. Those traditions die with me as I had no boys and the girls had no interest.

His letter lacked the dignity, gravitas, and frankly the thoughfulness of our Declaration of Independence. It is a screed of a religious fanatic, fuill of provable falsities along with grievances, real grievances, but grievances given no context. Only those brainwashed by our modern "educational" system would find his letter compelling.

My grandfather and my dad were both extremely capable at butchering a deer. They would take the backstrap for grilling and some thigh amd shoulder muscles for roasts (usually one of those would appear on our thanksgiving table along with some Turkey, geese and pheasants form that years hunts). The rest they would jerk or have made into sausage. There was an old german guy down the way who would make the sausage and then we would smoke it. Me, I can field dress a deer, antelope, or elk competently, but I take them to a lincensed butcher shop for processing. Grandpa use to tan the hides himself. He was pretty handy.