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Good morning to all! Enjoying my first cup of coffee. Starting to feel human.
I so know that feeling! I wish I liked the coffee that a keurig produces cause I'd keep one in the cubbie in the corner of the bedroom on a timer to have a cuppa ready when I wake up. Instead the coffee pot is downstairs in the kitchen and there is no telling if when I set it it will still be set when I wake up. My dad is an avid coffee drinker as well.

Morning Gus-so!

This should have been the last post of the last snark thread... Posted right as it got locked so none could post after it. Cause you know, none shall get passed the black knight!
 
I think im gonna get me some bacon jerky
Stop thinking about it and get it already.
bacon jerky is the shizznit! I've had a handful of different brands and so for they're all good, even the generic brand I got at rite-aid.
That's because it's all made with....bacon. I like the Oberto in the pic because A: my food allergic daughter can have it and B: it doesn't have any nitrates in it; "cured with water, sea salt, sugar, natural flavoring (applewood smoke). Plus it's available at small fart, so I don't have to go looking for it, burning up energy that I would then have to replace with more bacon jerky.
 
i'm pretty close to Ethan in age

and more honest about my love of ponies

and will ass rape bullies who will then ask for help

i am the dominate alpha here baby

also, you owe me 2 pounds of pad thai as i gakked when i saw your words

I never realized that Bladite was incarcerated at some point. Obviously. :eek:


:D
 
I'm planning on making some jerky. At least trying to. I have some fan-bloody-tastic rib rub that I am going to hit it with. That is my plan anyway. I need to go get the meat for it.

I'm watching this show called "Food Paradise" and they are talking about this place out in Boulder called Vespa Dipping Grill. I'll tell you the problem with this. I don't want a bunch of sauces and extra flavors on my steak. When I get steak, I want it to taste like steak.
 
Kids are a lot harder to break than we think. Otherwise, many of us wouldn't be here today....

I had quite a few head injuries as a child *snarf* and it hasn't affect me one goorlge slobber?

One of the "best" was in 2nd grade when a buddy and I were walking home from school past a construction site and decided to have a bit of fun throwing dirt clods at each other. He nailed me smack in the forehead with one that apparently had a good-sized rock inside it.

I remember clear as day walking home, looking down at the ground with blood drip-drip-dripping on my boots, thinking "hoo boy, Mom is gonna be pissed that I've ruined my new boots."

Turns out she wasn't real concerned about the boots when she saw the crimson tide streaming down my face. I made her wait to clean me up till I could look in the mirror... honestly it looked pretty dang cool.

Naturally, she wanted to know WTF happened. I told her we were throwing clods, but not at each other... one "ricocheted" and got me. :rolleyes:

She later claimed that was the day her hair started to turn grey :D
 
I had quite a few head injuries as a child *snarf* and it hasn't affect me one goorlge slobber?

One of the "best" was in 2nd grade when a buddy and I were walking home from school past a construction site and decided to have a bit of fun throwing dirt clods at each other. He nailed me smack in the forehead with one that apparently had a good-sized rock inside it.

I remember clear as day walking home, looking down at the ground with blood drip-drip-dripping on my boots, thinking "hoo boy, Mom is gonna be pissed that I've ruined my new boots."

Turns out she wasn't real concerned about the boots when she saw the crimson tide streaming down my face. I made her wait to clean me up till I could look in the mirror... honestly it looked pretty dang cool.

Naturally, she wanted to know WTF happened. I told her we were throwing clods, but not at each other... one "ricocheted" and got me. :rolleyes:

She later claimed that was the day her hair started to turn grey :D

First time my daughter got Proper hurt, I called my parents and apologized to them profusely for all the years of my childhood. Who knew that seeing someone else hurt could cause you so much more distress than being hurt yourself?
 
Stop thinking about it and get it already.

That's because it's all made with....bacon. I like the Oberto in the pic because A: my food allergic daughter can have it and B: it doesn't have any nitrates in it; "cured with water, sea salt, sugar, natural flavoring (applewood smoke). Plus it's available at small fart, so I don't have to go looking for it, burning up energy that I would then have to replace with more bacon jerky.

The bacon section at my walmart looks a lot like the ammo case. Slim pickings.



Just found out about duracoat in aersol cans. It's got a hardener inside that you have to release to activate the can and then it's only good for 48 hours but they say that's enough to do 3-4 guns. I think I'm going to duracoat my sig P220 I'm working on as well as the frame of my Ruger P95dc and some furniture for some of my other guns. My NEF .243 would look real nice with a coyote brown buttstock and fore end.
 
First time my daughter got Proper hurt, I called my parents and apologized to them profusely for all the years of my childhood. Who knew that seeing someone else hurt could cause you so much more distress than being hurt yourself?

I completely understand. When my 9-yr-old went over the handlebars and a neighbor brought her home, the sight of her blood nearly gave me a heart attack. I've faced down some fairly weird/intense situations, but I was never that scared in my life. It must have been written all over my face, cuz my kid didn't start crying until she saw how spooked I was.

That situation got me kinda ticked at my Dad... he used to call me "Crash" when I was that age because I was always falling out of trees and wrecking my bike and whatnot. And yet he scolded me for calling her Crash... "That ain't nice. She's a girl." :rolleyes: ;)

I read this I was sure it was going to be a "redwings" story but that didn't make any sense with what the conversation HAD been.

I've done some odd stuff, but not that.
 
'Twas posted in the last snark thread. Looks like it was a limited run.

You think I actually read all this jibberish? :D I just have a program that looks for curse words, porn, and Busses. :p
 
Kids are a lot harder to break than we think. Otherwise, many of us wouldn't be here today....

Oh yeah.... we bend rather than break at that age. Of the many escapades I had growing up, the funniest/worst/most expensive was when I was in 5th grade and a friend of mine, Steven and I were racing our bikes back to school after lunch. Up ahead of us, a brand spanking new Cadillac slowed to nearly a stop to cross through a dip. We were racing rather hard, not really looking ahead while pedaling hard. Steven just missed the back end of the car. I didn't. I rear-ended that Caddy doing about 25 mph on a single-speed Western Flyer bike.

Results -
Me - bent wheel on my bike, a "scratch" on my noggin similar to MM, and several scrapes
Caddy - dented rear bumper, crunched in trunk, dented roof, broken wiper blades and a smashed in hood, detached hood ornament (made the skull cut).

And the woman's daughter (also in my class) was pissed at me for literally years.
 
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