An equine anecdote... and then some...

Eric's dopey horse, Action, is the only one out of the three of them who insists on removing all the huge burrs from the field by using his mane and foremane. What this means is, every danged day just about, I wind up having to spend hours, picking these stupid things out. *sigh and an eye roll*

Yesterday, when he saw what Action had done to himself AGAIN and way worse than ever before, it was decided to just shave his mane off completely. It would have been nearly impossible to get them all out and the thought of him turning around and doing again... no way. Life is too short...

Eric did the big job. He grabbed the clippers and did the deed... most of the way. Not being overly experienced in being the cutter in these situations (he's usually the victim of the hackjob, be it the Navy doing it or his ex), I finished up for him. Made it look as good as it could.

I got done, stepped back, looked at Action and maaaan, you shoulda seen the look Eric gave me when I started singing....

Goodbye my darling - Hello Vietnam
A hill to take, a battle to be won
Kiss me goodbye and write me while I'm gone
Goodbye my sweetheart - Hello Vietnam

I think I sealed the deal when, as they were walking away, I waved and hollered "See ya later, Pyle!" at Action...

Dopey horse...

Anyway, a rather large list of the bizzare, twisted and sometimes downright scary things that bring people here is in the EP...

boomerang movie poop... I sincerely doubt I even wanna know what da fuck this is about...

things hallmark cards don't say... See the next search term for one example of things Hallmark cards do not say... I have a whole post worth of other ones. If I can find it, I'll re-run it. It was kinda funny...

vafanapoli... Hallmark cards don't say this. But, I'd buy quite a few if they did...

airdisasters... Great site. I was just listening to some CVR downloads last night. Chilling...

milking boobs... Ya mean the things that are being milked (which I'd certainly hope it's boobs) or the people who do the job (of which I know several)?

cleaning flyers templates... The Philadelphia Flyers have dirty templates? That MUST be whatcha mean, because the word for mass produced, annoying drivel that people stick under your wiper blades that nobody ever reads and that just wind up as litter all over the parking lot is FLIERS. "I", not "Y".

god, help me find what i'm looking for... "Stevie" will do, first off. Secondly, it might be easier if you actually say what it is you're looking for, don'tcha think?

i am a thief... And?

james von praugh... He's not here right now. May I take a message?

cow list... Yo, person. Ya know, you could bookmark me from the main page and not hafta get here by this search term anymore. What were you looking for in the first place?

lock on deerstands... Yeah, use those kind of deer stands, as opposed to the nailed up ones. Easier for me to trifle with, so it'll fall outta the tree with you in it, ya deer murdering pinhead. *glares*

cat pees on me... Pee back.

guy fuckin horse... Some of y'all are just SICK, SICK individuals.

torpedo tits... Thumbdick.

stevie ray vaughans boots... SRV'S hat. Your turn...

arguing over semantics... Don't we all, at one time or another? Or, constantly?

shit... You're tellin' me....

southern guys... Love 'em.

possum with antlers... Got any of those 'shrooms left, do ya? *raised eyebrow*

mens armpit hair... I'm for it.

mad mad house scifi don... Do what?

jeeves how do i get rid of garlic smell from my body... I'm not Jeeves, but I'll take a shot... Get a shower? Quit wearing a garlic garland? Drakkar, maybe?

single southern guys... Best kind. The married ones you could get yer ass kicked for messin' with...

old bitch... I know many. Which one?

crowin long hair mens... And, what are WE smoking this morning?

trishell bingham... Now there's a horrifying thought... those two bims mushed together into one SuperBim? Kill me now.

getting rid of barn swallows... Here's a thought. Leave the goddamned barn swallows alone. Dick.

more useless than tits... A limp dick?

need help fuckin my wife... "My wife is soooo fat..."

ameryonline stop it... Yeah, ameryonline. Cut it out.

dipsticks on a ford f-150 1990... On? Or in? And, if ya meant "in"... In the engine or driving them? Need specifics here, people...

turd in my car... Literally, or just an annoying human? Either way, I'd get it out.

if i get locked up, don't... Don't what? Wait? Get locked up, too? What? WHAT, damn you?

do men shave their backs... Now, how da fuck are they gonna do that? Can you even scratch your own back? No. Would ya wanna be fuckin' around back there with a razor? NO. Use your head for something except as a place to set a hat, Dillhole. If they have to remove a rug back there, they usually get it waxed these days. (Don't you watch "Queer Eye for the Straight Guy"? Geez...)

fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck... I have been, am and probably will in the future be in touch with this emotion...

horseballs... Pony cajones.

omfg shorts... "Put da mouse back in da house, Pal..."

babysitters who suck... Um, you're not running for "Parent of the Year" are ya, there, Perv? Didn't think so...

beetle bailey in bed photos... Comic porn, now? What are you talking about here? No... don't tell me. I have this feeling I'll be lots more comfortable not knowing... *shudder*

men smelling womens armpits during sex... Yeah. Okay. Now, here's another one of those things that I'd just rather not think about. Cause, see, in my mind, I'm all, like, "If her crotchital area smells so bad that her armpit seems like a good idea..." then my gag reflex gets touchy and my eyes water... it'd just get ugly like that, so... never mind... bitch.

lick her pussy wife friend.. Okay, Bud. You best hope somebody is "friends", you go doing that shit...

what pres. said i am not a crook... What one HASN'T told a lie of that magnitude would be a shorter answer. But, specifically, it was that eggplant-lookin', jowly Nixon, who tested our mass stupidity with that statement.

stevie boobs... Now wait just one doggone second here...

what the fuck am i doing... Dude, half the time I'm hard pressed to comprehend what I'm doing, let alone you.

how did ray charles die... His heart stopped. Who am I, Quincey, now?

I'm skeert after alla these.
Somebody hold me....

Posted by: Stevie at 04:00 AM

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