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Sunday, July 06, 2008

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I've got Fridays on my mind..

Looks like I made it through another week. Well, it wasn't easy, but here it is Friday night. Just finished patching 2 more holes in the basement wall where the water was oozing in, and I think I've just about got the fucking wall sealed from moisture draining across the floor, causing puddles in the basement, then mildew comes.. It's nasty, dirty, dank and hard to deal with when there's so much water everywhere.

This is a big weekend. Why? because the temperature on Sunday will go above 50 degrees, and you know what that means? M-O-T-O-R-C-Y-L-E. My heart is aching to ride the red dragon so badly, I have dreams about zooming out long lonely roads with the wind in my hair, (what is left of it anyways) and finding my inner peace again. Sunday will be that day, if the weatherman is right with God.

Tomorrow I'm going to my meeting in the morning, and when I get home, I will move the red Dragon to the deck so I can prepare her for the 2004 maiden voyage! I want to get the tank painted, and replace some parts for chromey parts, as well as get the short fixed so it won't sputter when she's wet. Some new sneakers, and she's ready for another season. I'd also like to have Tommy at Dragonz lair custom cycles give it the "Once-Over" (http://www.dragonzlaircustomcycles.com) (shameless plug).

Thursdays are for Butt-munching!

Two good old boys, Bubba and Junior have been promoted from Privates to Sergeants. Not long after,they're out for a walk and Bubba says, "Hey, Junior, there's the NCO Club. Let's you and me stop in and have a drank."

"But we's privates," protests Junior.

"We's sergeants now," says Bubba, pulling him inside. "Now, Junior, I'm gonna sit down and have me a drank."

"But, we's privates," says Junior.

"You blind, boy?" asks Bubba, pointing at his stripes. "We's Sergeants now."

So they order their drinks and pretty soon a hooker comes up to Bubba.

"You're cute," she says, "and I'd like to take you some place and make you feel good but I've got a bad case of gonorrhea."

Bubba pulls his friend to the side and whispers, "Junior, go look in the dictionary and see what gonorrhea means. If it's okay, give me the okay sign."

Junior goes to look it up, comes back, and gives Bubba the big okay
sign.

Three weeks later Bubba is laid up in the infirmary with a terrible case of gonorrhea.

"Junior," he says, "What you give me the okay for?"

"Well Bubba, in the dictionary, it says gonorrhea only affects the privates." Then he pointed to his stripes and says, "But we's Sergeants now!"...

Spring is coming...

When ever I think of Spring, I think of motorcycles. Saw some poor brave soul hunched down riding past the house this afternoon, and man did he look cold!

I'm too busy to do any more blogging.. cya soon.

Mondays suck

MOndays suck. I wish we could remove them from the week, and just not have a Monday in the week. People are shit-heads, and I hate them all because they all suck as bad as Mondays. Mean people suck too, as always but worse are the shit-for-brains who are so cheerful on a Monday, it makes me think they're going to continue to suck even into Tuesday.