woodworker

And speaking of beanies. Remember back in the fifties when they had these little propellers on top that would spin in the wind. I think the Pope ought to look into it, as it might improve his chances on ascending to Heaven. Providing there is a favorable breeze blowing his way.

I agree with you there too. He's just another one of those doleful idiots that whenever he pops his pretentious head up on my television, I cringe with distain. God, I believe in,.. Jesus, I believe in. But these false, and cowardly so-called holy men mean absolutely nothing to me. He goes around and chastises us, the American people, for wanting to protect ourselves and our families, all the while the Muslim fanatics are currently killing thousands of Christians. Absolutely incredible! And then there's that ridiculous Pope-mobile he rides around in. The least they could do is maybe put some fifties style fins on it in order to give it some sort of class. And maybe if they added some fuzzy dice hanging from the plexiglass shield, that would help to improve his image as well. But not much I suppose. Or at least not to me.

I'm with you on that account. And they continue to try to belittle him, and mock him, on his building that wall. Saying that it won't work, or that Mexico won't pay for it. But hopefully, the free ride is over now, and they will have to start to pay a tariff on some of their drugs and trade goods in the future, which to me, only seems right considering how much the illegals have cost this country in the way of health care, and edjamacation, and food stamps, and general well fare up the ass, not to mention those pesky, ever increasing incarceration fees. And for the Democrats, who hate the very idea of stemming the tide of their future (Give me Give me) voter base, and who constantly decry that building the wall is wrong, and not the American way;.. I just heard that for security purposes those very same hypocrites are now proposing to raise the height of the fence that currently surrounds the White Hut just now. My guess is that Obama must have heard a lion roar somewhere near by.

Recently, in a weaken state, (Drunk), I ventured into what is normally foreign territory for me concerning the web, and clicked on You Tube, "The 25 most embarrassing moments for certain performers", only to watch Justin Bieber finally steal the show by throwing up on stage in front of his hundreds of adoring fans, who no doubt paid big money just to go and see this. And while in this inebriated stupor I couldn't help but wonder what next? Honestly, I fully expect that one day one of these galactic mega stars will soon just prance out onto the stage and simply bare their ass and take a dump there. It's inevitable to me, and what is probably due to the strains that arises from that of an overly inflated status of fame mixed with that of a lack of talent. Anyway, We sure have come a long way from the days of the Everly Brothers, or Ricky Nelson, haven't we.

Thank you Nick. That was nice of you.

It's like they hung up some nice lacy curtains around here in order to hide the bullet holes in the windows. Personally, I think a few bullet holes in the windows just adds a bit of character to the place.

The heart reputation thing is quite cute, but they should also have one that looks like a gun with bullets for those people that may annoy you at times. The barrel of my gun would have been red hot in the past.

I just gave you one of those heart reputation things. Not sure what it means, but I meant well by it.

Up and down, but I'm fine old friend. Good to see your still around.

I was kind of ruthless once, in a gentle sort of way. I was something of a community organizer too.

Karen, I think your "Train Song" tread just derailed. Unless I'm the only one that can't seem to re-access it?

Wow! I can almost smell the axel grease on this tread.

I set a bunch of ponies free once.

Sometimes I reminisce, and sometimes I just daydream and let mind drift to music like this.

I think I need a break away from all of this for a while, or at least from doing any posting. After all, you can only go so far on a flat tire. And I need a rest.

Maybe it was a subtitle, and I just got confused over it. But there was definitely something there concerning all those by-gone memories we shared. And I distinctly remember TBG talking about a spring in the cushion of the back seat that kept poking him in the ass while he was busy drilling some girl there. And I can understand why that would remain fixed in his mind. Things like that are not soon forgotten. And he probably still has a tiny little scar there. Then again, if he's a hard ass like me, it's probably been calloused over. Ok, though it will pain me to do so, I'll keep it clean and sugar sweet. Do you remember your first color TV set? Wow! Big deal! But ours had that half rounded weird shaped tube which took a bit of getting use to. The first thing that came on was the very beginning of "Wagon Train", which was very colorful, and it took up about two minutes of my time, and then I went out and found something better to do. Honest, I watched almost no TV at all when I was young. I didn't even know about Star Trek until it's third rerun, when I caught it by accident over at Danny's place, when I took Mary over there to meet Dan and Carole for the first time. The TV was on, and the conversation was pretty dull and mundane, as Mary and Carole were going through the strident beginnings of getting acquainted. I could see this wasn't going anywhere, so I slapped the TV off, thumb a deck of cards that was on the shelf right next to it and suggested a game of strip poker instead. :) And shortly afterwards came the giggles, and the laughing, and the conversation for the girls got much more lively after that. Hell, we were young, and I was bored. And the girls were good losers, and they both had a blast too. I told Danny my intentions when Carole ask us to go and pick up some hamburgers. And he just nodded. Danny used to throw some pretty wild parties there on Friday nights. So this was rather tame in comparison. Anyway, our first color TV was a Zenith. And I consider this post to be rated PG-13. But that's only because I rode the brakes on this one pretty hard. I never mentioned how we fingered them both as they laid there next to each other in that big bed together. So I kinda kept my word on this one.

Do you remember some years ago when we once had a post called "Remember when?" There we once talked about starry nights and drive-in theaters, and about our experiences on lovers lane. It was such a nice post at first, in fact I could almost recapture those soft night breezes' coming through my cars open windows. But then I asked the question,.. "Do you remember when you first fucked a girl in her ass?" And the whole thing just quickly turned to shit, and fell apart like so much wet bread. I blame myself for that. Still, that was a fondly remembered post from back then. As were those soft summer nights when we were yet young. So here's a little something to rekindled those old thoughts of yesteryear.

A song like this conjure up memories of Drive-in theaters, malt shops, and fingering fondling, (I've softened it up) some cute little thing on lovers lane.

Another Detroit boy. Stupid fucking graphics in this upload,.. but it has the best sound quality, so what's a poor boy to do?

If you think the kids hard to handle now, wait until his hormones kick in, then see what happens.