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The three horseman

Rock Concert was:my favorite.

It’s considered PCP You fawking moron.The was sprayed with it you stoopid nothing. Do your research and get back to me.

Life couldn’t get any better’s this year approaching the double nickels, becoming mostly sober, no cigarettes, awaiting becoming a grandfather, great retirement job, good health except fo MS, loving viagra movie night with wine. Just insanely good. So last night I was drinking and down on myself after a selfie I took of myself for a game we play. Horrible. I look in the mirror and look great. A selfie, not good. Very down and depressed I moped all night and morning. I went to the liquor store (barely know her) to get a new vape. Dirty Diana is buying a pack of MReds and a twelver of Coors Lite. Me: Be careful darling. Dirty Diana: Never. (36 C) And gave me the wink, and walked out to get into her brand new Ford Mustang. I get my Cool Mint Juicy Vape and walk out. It’s pouring down rain. My car is a hundred feet away. She honks and rolls down her window. Said her windshield wipers were not working. Can you help me.? With another wink.Instant movement. I pull the wipers up on each side. Ask her to use the blinkers, headlights, and emergency lights. All work. DD: It’s pouring down. Thank you so much. Are you married? Can I get your number? The pack of Marlboro Reds are sitting between her tight jeans and an open beer. It took every single ounce of my younger life to smile and laugh.I gave her it. I’m intrigued.

My brother from another mother lives in Denver and has three feeders on his back deck. Says you use three parts water one part sugar. Plus red die. Make a gallon jug of this mixture and put it in the fridge. Amazing how hungry they are.

Update… Her new nickname is Mustangs Sally Dirty. Texted me and invited me to a pool party tomorrow at noon. Fellow Geeks, this kind of sh!t NEVER happens anymore to me. Mustang Dirty Salad: I just bought a new bikini and want to show it and show you off. And since the Powers above fawking HATE me…I have to greet and catch bad guys tomorrow and Labor Day. I haven’t responded yet…but two songs entered my 2:22 And then I think of this

I get so paranoid when I do weed. I can’t relax and speak to people. Especially wemens. I quit and never looked back in HS. Some a-hole sold my friend a fat doobie that was dipped in that sh!t when you get embalmed. Went home and read this book with illustrations. It was this…the guy who drew the crazy stairs and him staring into a ball reflection. When I got to the hands choking one, I lost it. Jogged thirteen miles in a lightning storm at the lake. Quit then and there and have never missed it. Brahhh!

My attorney and accountant are both freaks. Attorney has a personalized license plate, HEAD P. Accountant has a Porche that the license plate reads , Elton. When my Cool Pops passed I called both the next Monday. Lawyer is in the keys and the accountant is in fawking Australia going to an Elton John concert.

My best friend that I’ve known fifty years this year, is waiting for a liver transplant as he is going threw cirrhosis of the liver after decades of abuse. He’ll be the fifth friend in two years that was buried due two abuse. Some people joke around in these parts that’s it’s natural causes. Not funny.

Saw him at Jazz Fest twice a few years back. Good times. He opened a restaurant in the French Quarter years ago. Great drinks and appetizers. Open air bar and bamboo chairs and hammocks. His sister Lucy has a fantastic hamburger restaurant in Gulf Shores Alabama. Best cheeseburger I’ve ever had. RIP

I read up on them many moons ago as I kept seeing them in the bayous. Little known fact: they weigh about six ounces and they can flap their wings up to two hundred times a minute.it’s my second favorite bird. Beautiful.

I didn’t know of his passing when I got up this morning. Sh!t shower and shaved. Got dressed and put on my Margaritaville shirt I bought in Florida two summers ago at his hotel. My favorite long sleeve t-shirt. Strange coincidence.

I’m in love.

My last stint in detox, and the looney bin, I drank entire bottle of white devil vodka. I did so voluntarily because I was so out control. The drew my blood immediately. I walked in the hospital and refused the free ride in the wheelchair and was told I was .40. Four times the legal limit. The doctor and nurses shook heads and I heard one say, “how is he not dead” Me: I’m here. I would give anything almost to know what my BAL was the minute after I became a member of the hundred beers in under seventy to hours club that Marci Gras weekend.

Nice post. Love them. Have a feeder that you pit the water and red color in. Beyond fascinating. I had one land on my wrist whilst filling and hanging the feeder up. Beautiful to watch.

Fun memory was the day after Halloween and we’d go through the bounty and trade. I’ll trade you two butterfingers and a snickers for all your sweet tarts. And any and all sloppy seconds in ten years.

A few.

Ignore and no feeding.

Your face.