Foamy T. Squirrel

Yes.

Let me resuce this thread before it sucks all the testosterone out of my system. http://www.mondomedia.com/videos/spare-tire/

New outfit for Obama. He needs a bigger hat. Something that will cover his ears...

Your post has deeply upset little squirrel. Squirrel has thought very long and with great deliberation about the concepts of English monarchy. Squirrel has decided to hold his thoughts except to stay the following: 1) You Brits and commonwealth types seem to hate your monarchy. Fine. I don't care. I understand that. But your Queen should not be taken lightly. Like her namesake, she does all she can do for the good of the empire. 2) Regarding King George the Sixth: Fine. He was OK. Your monarchy is merely symbolic, any way, but your queen is a pretty nice girl, and I'd tell her so, but little squirrel would need a belly full of wine. But I would drink with Churchill any day. 3) Royalty is not so bad. Consider King George the III. My ancestors pretty much kicked him off the continent, with the exception of the weird sister Canada who held on to momma's apron strings while big brother kept her from being raped by a Russian bear. 4) Royalty is not so bad. It's easier to deal with one tyrant than 15-20 Federal and State Czars, all of which can control your business, your retirement savings, your income, your health, your property, etc., etc., etc. The pain of non-compliance with only a minor Czar can bankrupt you or throw you in jail. 5) This is not a matter of any King Georges. Many of my fellow Americans now consider that this could possibly be a matter of King Charles I. 6) If that happens, this little squirrel suggests that you learn to arm and defend yourselves, cuz little squirrel is tapped out along with his fellow United States creatures. 1938 could finally appear to be a good year in comparison. 7) Today is Sept. 6 in North America. What day will it be 120 hours from now? OK. Foamy is done and he didin't cuss once. Parasite should be proud of how well he trained me. Have a nice week. :)

I'm developing plans to make a war that ends all future wars. Maybe I can "crowd-source" the beast and retire on the income: that's what world leaders do when they go broke, isn't it? The selling point is that it will be a war that ends all future wars but does not lead to enslavement. I'm still working to figure out how to write that code into the program...

This is for those of you who want some background music while you write, paint, perform data entry, compose code, or simply relax. I find this very useful. It's the musical equivalent of stroking a woman's breast with a feather... stimulating, but not distracting. Just simply pleasant.

Thank you, Woody. Brought back memories. From us West Coasters, here's one by a few professional studio musicians. Still in my favorite vinyl and CD collections... It's the kind of album (like the first Super Session) that you will have to pry off my cold dead ears.

Possibly. But considering that she is definitely Mongolian, it doesn't matter, since they conquered the biggest empire on Earth, and have interbred incessantly with most every other human in Asia and Eastern Eurasia. This would require a Y-DNA or mtDNA test, at minimum, to prove. Send her over to me and I will thoroughly investigate her. Thank you. :P

Ya know, mate, if we move this thread over to Old Dudes it could become a big hit...

Diana, Leora and Nora are educated and talented. I consider them to be highly attractive, but to some men, Alma, Isabel, Lora, etc., are much more enticing. Fine. I'm OK with that. Just don't be fucking with Diana, Leora or Nora or little squirrel will empty your bird feeder, trash your attic, and chew up your radiator hose. Has Foamy made this point clear???

That was magnificent, Pudley. I had a girlfriend who played cello for a major philharmonic orchestra. When she played, I worked hard to contain Mr. Happy. That is a powerful instrument. Thanks again. Bring your findings over to Old Dude's Juke Box. We love this stuff over there...

I had several turntables. The best designed models had hydraulics to control the lifting arm. Some had actual counter-weights. My favorite was the Dutch made Phillips turntable, which was controlled by capacitance. I loved that machine, and I still own it. And it still works. As you know, the money's in the quality of the stylus cartridge and the needle. Old man rant story: When I was a little boy, my grandparents had an old Edison cylinder gramophone in their gazebo. They died. I do not know what became of it: I was a little boy. But I will always kick myself for not having taking ownership of this device, as it, and its amplification system (a large ear-horn) were beautiful in design. My children will inherit my first 8-bit computer. I promise. It still boots.

There were some interesting skills I learned in the 1960 and 1970's. I learned to read a paper road map. I know what a compass is. I know how to use a slide ruler. Occasionally, even today, I can write a sentence without a spelling checker. I know how to land a stylus gently at the perfect place on a spinning vinyl disk without scratching it. I don't need a cell phone to coordinate logistics for a large family event. I can rebuild a real automobile engine in my garage in the dark with my left hand tied behind my back. (Fuck the computer-contolled stuff. Ain't got the equipment fo' dat.) My first radio was made in Japan. It had transistors. I could carry it around when I was a six-year old. I should have kept it in the box and sold it last year on Antiques Road Show for $20K. And I should have bought Google stock in a private placement at $2 per share after it was first formed. Excuse the rants of this old man, but hey, I'm staying on fucking topic for a change... And, after the coming cyber war, our skills will be appreciated again.

Yes. That's better. Now we need either a man who has a couple of balls or a grizzly bear of a woman who will kill anyone who threatens her cubs. Reagan and Thatcher are missing. There's a vacuum there. Let's get it filled in November 2014. Or else there will be world war. Again. Squirrels know such things.

The damn bastards keep refilling the bird feeder. The car radiator hoses are behind one-inch armor, and the attic, well, little squirrel can't be trashing the building we all own. Little squirrel will do what he can, bro... He'll see ya' at the polling booth in November. Our best chance is there... :)

Pier????? I don't remember a Goleta pier. The only pier I remember was Stern's Warf, which always burned down on a regular basis. Every year. I do, however, remember the nude beach to the immediate north of Coal Oil Point. Wonderful scenery there. 8)

It's a fine post Dth, though you could have done without the illustrations. I'm not a biology person. But I understand. I don't care about tit size. I like a happy smile and a caring, intelligent, creative and loving woman. I just like heart of gold, I guess...

I miss Oceane. I miss Meerkat. I miss "Nora." Yulia will not adopt me, and neither will "Maya." I have a furry tail, but am unloved and unappreciated. "Diana" will not even attempt to sing the songs that I suggest, and "Katya" is a pretty woman who needs to get the fuck out of there. And RLC is no longer interesting. Poor little squirrel. He will probably migrate somewhere else. Soon. Very Soon.

Yes. I myself, apparently have been banned from postimage.org, regardless of intended content of postings. I have not accessed it with my Tor browsers or with my Linux machine: that would be a waste of my time. Plus, I'm paranoid about everything based on the Internet. You could have 7 proxies, and they'd still filter the content. RLC is pretty stringent on who can carry their content on servers these days. And frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn.

I have now seen her exactly three times. You are ahead of the game. So, on a scale of 1 to 10, how do you like her feet? Have they ever shown up in the view? (I've never seen them. Just asking the Master out of curiosity... ;D )

Little Squirrel is flustered, he's going WTF!!!??? Nothing, but nothing, every happened in this apartment before, and then, suddenly he misses the show. Damn.

Since Woody and I are the only dudes with quarters (you cheap bastards!! >:( ) I will therefore be kind enough to play one on the Juke Box for our beloved Diana (and yes, I know that's not her name, so don't bitch at me, you pathetic CamCaps free-loaders...)

Nora and Meerkat are gone. So I dedicate this to my new loves, Leora and Diana: (I'm such a loveable rodent, ain't I?) And the nice thing about being an Old Dude is simply that I have developed a finer taste for music, Single Malt Scotch, and girls that make the world rock: