The airbag called "Hillary Clinton" deployed during a recent visit to California, thus exposing her communist butt for the whole world to see.
Lenin, Marx and Stalin could not have said it better.
We're going to take things away from you on behalf of the common good.
I tweaked the same %$#^& ankle I did 3 weeks ago...... hurts like a &%$# but not as bad as 3 weeks ago. It SUCKS!
I have no idea what is wrong with me. I have been dragging my butt for 4 days now, I am so tired and lethargic, I can hardly stay awake. I feel so crappy and I have to return to work tomorrow.... I can't even think of anything to blog about.
These are things that have actually happened on live TV.
Football game:
He's intercepted the football at the 30 yard line!! To the 40, the 50, the 40.... LOOK AT THAT SUNOFABITCH RUN!!
Basketball game:
He's got the ball, he's going to make the shot ! HE SHITS AND HOOTS!
Baseball game, live mike on the coach:
"Shit! Sonofabitch fouled it off the ground."
Religious Service, the priest reaching into his pocket as he says this:
Let us look in the Second Book of Glasses as I take my peter out.
Weatherman:
Let's take a leak outside to see how cold it is outside our studios.
Sportscaster at a baseball game:
I am looking at what must be a newlywed couple, it seems he kisses her on the strikes, and she kisses him on the balls.
(based on a post at funkalishious)
The Australian Government is requiring that photos of diseased lungs and other smoking-related diseases be on cigarette packs to discourage the habit.
This is in part inspired by a similar program in Canada.
I think Bill Maher said it best a few years ago:
The United States should do a similar program to combat obesity by putting a photo of Monica Lewinsky's ass in each package of Ho-Ho's"
In case you haven't heard, VP Cheney told Vermont Senator Patrick Leahy to go "F*** Yourself." At least he's not denying it.
Vice President Cheney today acknowledged that he had a bitter exchange on the Senate floor with a senior Democratic senator, in which Cheney uttered a big-time obscenity, but said he had no regrets and that he "felt better after I had done it."
http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A6025-2004Jun25.html
I saw this post about farts at http://itsallaboutde.mu.nu/ and had to elaborate on it.
Working in public I am always exposed to weird/funny things. Once I was on my knees arranging a display when an elderly woman passed by me. I hear a high pitched "FAAARRTTT" as she passes by. It sounded like a squeaky oboe.
A few minutes later I was telling a co-worker about it, and then we both hear "FAARRTT"- sure enough it was the same lady, again! She didn't even grimace, she was tooting without effort.
About 23 years ago I worked at a donut place, and we had a regular customer, about 350 lbs, and he would come in all the time and drink coffee, but never had a donut. Once he was in there with his son, I was in the back, so it was just the 3 of us, alone.
It was quiet, I was minding my own business when there was this ear splitting
"FAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT"
Then silence....... except for my muffled laughter.......
It lasted for about 30 seconds, and must have traveled through 20 miles of intestine....
Another time there were 3 drunk women standing in the aisle one night about 10 years ago, they were just jabbering and laughing for about 90 minutes. One said something particularly funny, and they all lost their composure and were cackling like chickens, and then "FAAAAARRRRTTTTT"
They totally lost it.
When I was in 4th grade there was a play going on, and we were all sitting on the gym floor.... then there was a quiet point in the play....no dialogue....."faarrrt" then it was pandemonium.
A female student farted, and of course the gym floor amplified it for all to hear....
People laugh more at the sound than the smell.
This was a search thread that led to this blog... why? I don't know......
Rush Limbaugh Caught with Prostitute
As I left Reno the other day, I stopped at a fast food place, and went to the bathroom.
On the floor of the men's room was a black lacy bra.....
Sometimes a laser is used to pulverize the stone, but when a laser is used, the doctor must use an endoscope, which is a tube introduced into the body, via the urinary tract, to get close to the stone.
The key phrase is "introduced into the body,via the urinary tract."
Being male, you know where that "introduction" took place.
http://www.shands.org/health/information/007113.htm
Here is how may day went....
Wake up, can't eat, can't drink, crap this sucks, drive an hour to the clinic, get an X-ray, wait for a time, get called in, told to "get naked" even though I didn't know her, go pee one last time, get stuck with a needle, get rolled into another room, move onto another table, anasthsiologist says he's adding the fun stuff..... big mask put on my face, didn't realize I was so ugly, now.... heh heh heh....I feel.....heh heh heh.....sleepy.......
heh heh heh...............................................................
I hear commotion........ panic sets in......"It's ok.... you're in recovery...... relax, don't be so feisty....."
feel like puking.....feel like peeing..... I am awfully sore down there....feel violated.... who stuck a garden hose in there ?.....oh dammit, it's a catheter.....I love those....not......... feel a little more alert now.... hurts more....start anticipating removal...hurts more...... right leg hurts....concern about blood clot...hear them talking about possibly keeping me overnight.....oxygen level is in the 80's..... needs to go up..... oxygen mask put on.... BP is high...... normalizes.....nurse sets goal of 45 minutes to send me home...... feel better....
after 20 minutes says I can get ready to go....but catheter gets removed.....OWWWWWW...
son.....of....a.........ahhhhhhh....it's out........she shows me how much bloody urine is in the bag....
oh yummy..... could have gone all day without seeing that...... leg hurts like hell...... ride home....glad that is over....until the next one.....happy happy joy joy.......
I have seen a number of risque T-shirts lately, so I thought I would post a few I remember.
(Some are gross, and not funny, but I will list them here. So-reader beware)
Snatch- the best stuff on earth (written to look like a Snapple ad )
It's better to be injected than blown.
Need Head
If at first you don't succeed, suck harder.
No, you can't take it with you, but I will let you hold it for a while.
Goddammit Charlie Brown, I told you if you pull it out I won't sink!(Lucy is yelling at him)
I see dumb people.
Your proctologist called. They found your head.
Tell your boobs to quit looking at my eyes.
Silly Faggot, Dicks are for chicks!
Yes I am.
Bend over, I'll drive.
Don't ask me 4 shit.
Elvis shot JFK
Is that your face, or did your neck throw up ?
Did you fart?
Who Farted ?
Smile and the world smiles with you, fart and you stand alone.
Better to be pissed off than pissed on.
Save the whales. Harpoon a fat chick.
Save the planet, commit suicide.
If I throw you a bone, will you go away?
Psychotic State University
Bullshit
I miss my ex, but my aim is getting better.
I have relatives that live in the Las Vegas metro area, and this was sent to me describing the wonderful heat they have:
You Know You Are In Southern Nevada When:
~ The birds have to use potholders to pull worms out of the ground.
~ The trees are whistling for the dogs.
~ The best parking place is determined by shade instead of distance.
~ Hot water now comes out of both taps.
~ You can make sun tea instantly.
~ You learn that a seat belt buckle makes a pretty good branding iron.
~ The temperature drops below 95 and you feel a little chilly.
~ You discover that in July it only takes only 2 fingers to steer your car.
~ You discover you can get sunburned through your car window.
~ You actually burn your hand opening the car door.
~ You break into a sweat the instant you step outside at 7:30 a.m.
~ Your biggest bicycle wreck fear is, "What if I get knocked out and end up lying on the pavement and cook to death?"
~ You realize that asphalt has a liquid state.
~ The potatoes cook underground, so all you have to do is pull one out and add butter, salt and pepper.
~ Farmers are feeding their chickens crushed ice to keep them from laying boiled eggs.
~ The cows are giving evaporated milk.
I know I may step on toes by saying this, but toes can heal. I.O.W.- Deal with it!....
It has become known in the news that the recent recorded execution has become the top search subject for internet search engines!
This makes me want to vomit out of every orofice.
When the last one happened, several google searches led the people to this blog because of some keywords I used. Oddly enough some of those searches originated in Pennsylvania, the home state of the deceased person.
This shows the dark side of humanity, and the internet. To view it is encouragement to the terrorists. They view it as glorification of their deeds. As long as there is an audience to this vile shit, it will continue.
Where is your outrage,Ted Kennedy,and your loudmouth friends?
Hence the reason I will not use the name of the deceased person, nor post a link to view it.
Some may say it is chickenshit to say this, but I do not have to see photos to know there are sick animals in the world who need to be rounded up and nuked.
Prior to the arrival of the President in Reno on Friday, Nevada Secretary of State Dean Heller was speaking to the crowd, and shocked everybody with this doozie:
John Kerry switches positions more often than a Nevada prostitute.
I am not a big listener of Rush Limbaugh, but he's got a point here....
I think the vast differences in compensation between victims of the September 11 casualty and those who die serving the country in Uniform are profound. No one is really talking about it either, because you just don't criticize anything having to do with September 11. Well, I just can't let the numbers pass by because it says something really disturbing about the entitlement mentality of this country. If you lost a family member in the September 11 attack, you're going to get an average of $1,185,000. The range is a minimum guarantee of $250,000, all the way up to $4.7 million.
If you are a surviving family member of an American soldier killed in action, the first check you get is a $6,000 direct death benefit, half of which is taxable.
Next, you get $1,750 for burial costs. If you are the surviving spouse, you get $833 a month until you remarry. And there's a payment of $211 per month for each child under 18. When the child hits 18, those payments come to a screeching halt.Keep in mind that some of the people who are getting an average of $1.185 million up to $4.7 million are complaining that it's not enough. Their deaths were tragic, but for most, they were simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. Soldiers put themselves in
harms way FOR ALL OF US, and they and their families know the dangers.We also learned over the weekend that some of the victims from the Oklahoma City bombing have started an organization asking for the same deal that the September 11 families are getting. In addition to that, some of the families of those bombed in the embassies are now asking for compensation as well
You see where this is going, don't you? Folks, this is part and parcel of over 50 years of entitlement politics in this country. It's just really sad. Every time a pay raise comes up for the military, they usually receive next to nothing of a raise. Now the green machine is in combat in the Middle East while their families have to survive on food stamps and live
in low-rent housing. Make sense?However, our own US Congress just voted themselves a raise, and many of you don't know that they only have to be in Congress one time to receive a pension that is more than $15,000 per month, and most are now equal to being millionaires plus. They also do not receive Social Security on retirement because they didn't have to pay into the system.
If some of the military people stay in for 20 years and get out as an E-7, you may receive a pension of $1,000 per month, and the very people who placed you in harm's way receive a pension of $15,000 per month.
I would like to see our elected officials pick up a weapon and join ranks before they start cutting out benefits and lowering pay for our sons and daughters who are! now fighting."When do we finally do something about this?" If this doesn't seem fair to you, it is time to forward this to as many people as you can.If your interested there is more.......................
SOCIAL SECURITY: (This is worth the read. It's short
and to the point.)Perhaps we are asking the wrong questions during election years. Our Senators and Congressmen do not pay into Social Security. Many years ago they voted in their own benefit plan. In more recent years, no congressperson has felt the need to change it. For all practical purposes their plan works like this:
When they retire, they continue to draw the same pay until they die, except it may increase from time to time for cost of living adjustments. For example, former Senator Byrd and Congressman White and their wives may expect to draw $7,800,000 -- that's Seven Million, Eight Hundred Thousand), with! their wives drawing $275,000.00 during the last years of their lives.
This is calculated on an average life span for each.
Their cost for this excellent plan is $00.00. These little perks they voted for themselves is free to them. You and I pick up the tab for this plan.
The funds for this fine retirement plan come directly from the General Fund--our tax dollars at work! From our own Social
Security Plan, which you and I pay (or have paid) into -- every payday until we retire (which amount is matched by our employer) --we can expect to get an average $1,000 per month after retirement. Or, in other words, we would have to collect our average of $1,000 monthly benefits for 68 years and one month to equal Senator Bill Bradley's benefits!Social Security could be very good if only one small change were made. And that change would be to jerk the Golden Fleece Retirement Plan from under the Senators a Congressmen. Put them into the Social Security plan with the rest of us and then watch how fast they would
fix it.
I went to church today- which is rare for me. I usually work on Sundays, plus I don't like to go.
I remember why I don't like to go......
Most of the kids are royal brats, I couldn't hear a thing, the seats are uncomfortable, my butt hurts, and you can tell who's phony, and who isn't. Also, I see a number of married couples who have been together for nearly 50 years and realize I will never live long enough to see that happen for me.
But- I went for the Father's Day program, which my daughter wanted, so I would willingly sit through such discomfort again for her.
LOS ANGELES (AP) - Ray Bradbury is demanding an apology from filmmaker Michael Moore for lifting the title from his classic science-fiction novel "Fahrenheit 451" without permission and wants the new documentary "Fahrenheit 9/11" to be renamed.
I think I insulted pigs when I called him one the other day.
Regardless of when the first true Father's Day occurred, the strongest promoter of the holiday was Mrs. Bruce John Dodd of Spokane, Washington. She thought of the idea for Father's Day while listening to a Mother's Day sermon in 1909.
http://www.twilightbridge.com/hobbies/festivals/father/history.html
On Wednesday I am making another attempt to rid myself of these kidney stones that have plagued me for about a year now.
Actually I have had an ongoing problem with them for 15 years, but this current battle has been constant for the past year.
Does anybody take this corn turd seriously ?
He's been caught in so many lies....
(WARNING: Mature readers only!)
He claimed his latest flim (misspelling intended) had 1000 screenings. Then it was 700. Now it has been confirmed at 412 screenings.
He claimed to have been interviewed by Fred Barnes of The Beltway Boys
Barnes says it never happened.
Sounds like dellusions of grandeur to me.
Either that or he can't find a pig to fornicate with.
How can a bastard like this survive ? He bites the very hand that feeds him, yet he goes on. He has the IQ of an Ice Cube, looks like Jabba the Hutt, and acts like he hasn't had a bowel movement in 20 years.
When the day comes that your star shines no more, you can find sympathy between shit and syphilis in the dictionary.
It must suck to be you. You probably should sue McDonald's for making you so fat that you can't reach your penis- assuming you have one.
Another videotaped murder in the middle east, but this time the terrorist gets blown away after the fact.....
I wish the President would quit sucking up to these sonsabitches and calling them the "religion of peace."
They are not.
John Kerry will probably blame the US for this. Personally I think he must have received a dose of Agent Orange, because he impresses me as one who wipes his ass when he has a runny nose.
The fact is this is a WAR.... and it could very well be the early stages of
World War III. Playing nice guy and "trying to understand" these psychobastards is like pissing on a fire.
You will get nowhere doing either. They want nothing less than the utter destruction of any who do not think like they do.
I was just watching live coverage of the President's visit to Reno and saw him kiss a lady I know on the cheek when he was leaving.
What a small world!
Just as I had ideas on things to blog about, the power went out. It was out from 5:36 PM until 7:15 PM.
There was a thunderstorm in the area at the time, so I assume that had something to do with it.
About 18 months ago we had a 6 hour black out due to a large collection of bird shit on a transformer.
Can you imagine what fried birdshit smells like ?
Ewww :P
Does it seem to anybody else that pop-up ads are becoming more obnoxious and intrusive?
I have a pop-up blocker that plays a sound each time an ad is blocked, and I had to change it because it sounded like a bullwhip. One news site I went on the blocker must have sounded a dozen times.
I swear they are like obnoxious salesmen barging down the door.
After the stunt the L.A. Times tried to pull to keep "The Governator" from being elected last year, I guess this should be no surprise.
I just wonder why in the hell this dropcloth of a newspaper is still regarded with respect.
The newest stunt is a so-called poll claiming Kerry to have a big lead.
Only thing is- they polled more Dems than Republicans.....
Sen. John Kerry "has taken big lead," according "to an L.A. Times poll."But the Times poll that showed Kerry "beating Bush by 7 points" has created a controversy over whether the poll's sample accurately reflects the population as whole, according to one report.
"Not counting independents, the Times' results were calculated on a sample made up of 38 percent Democrats and 25 percent Republicans -- a huge and unheard-of margin," the report claims.
(And it's a true story...)
On a recent weekend in Atlantic City, a woman won a bucketful of quarters at
a slot machine. She took a break from the slots for dinner with her husband
in the hotel dining room. But first she wanted to stash the quarters in her
room.
"I'll be right back and we'll go to eat." she told her husband and carried
the coin-laden bucket to the elevator.
As she was about to walk into the elevator she noticed two men already
aboard. Both were black. One of them was tall...very tall...an intimidating
figure. The woman froze. Her first thought was: These two are going to rob
me. Her next thought was: Don't be a bigot, they look like perfectly nice
gentlemen, but racial stereotypes are powerful, and fear immobilized her.
She stood and stared at the two men. She felt anxious, flustered and
ashamed. She hoped they didn't read her mind but, gosh, they had to know
what she was thinking!!! Her hesitation about joining them in the elevator
was all too obvious now.
Her face was flushed. She couldn't just stand there, so with a mighty effort
of will she picked up one foot and stepped forward and followed with the
other foot and was on the elevator.
Avoiding eye contact, she turned around stiffly and faced the elevator doors
as they closed. A second passed, and then another second, and then another.
Her fear increased! The elevator didn't move. Panic consumed her. My God,
she thought, I'm trapped and about to be robbed! Her heart plummeted.
Perspiration poured from every pore.
Then one of the men said, "Hit the floor."
Instinct told her to do what they told her. The bucket of quarters flew
upwards as she threw out her arms and collapsed on the elevator floor. A
shower of coins rained down on her. Take my money and spare me, she prayed.
More seconds passed. She heard one of the men say politely, "Ma'am, if
you'll just tell us what floor you're going to, we'll push the button." The
one who said it had a little trouble getting the words out. He was trying
mightily to hold in a belly laugh.
The woman lifted her head and looked up at the two men. They reached down to
help her up. Confused, she struggled to her feet.
"When I told my friend here to hit the floor," said the average sized one,
"I meant that he should hit the elevator button for our floor. I didn't mean
for you to hit the floor, ma'am." He spoke genially. He bit his lip. It was
obvious he was having a hard time not laughing.
The woman thought: My God, what a spectacle I've made of myself. She was too
humiliated to speak. She wanted to blurt out an apology, but words failed
her. How do you apologize to two perfectly respectable gentlemen for
behaving as though they were going to rob you?
She didn't know what to say. The three of them gathered up the strewn
quarters and refilled her bucket. When the elevator arrived at her floor
they then insisted on walking her to her room. She seemed a little unsteady
on her feet, and they were afraid she might not make it down the corridor.
At her door they bid her a good evening.
As she slipped into her room she could hear them roaring with laughter as
they walked back to the elevator. The woman brushed herself off. She pulled
herself together and went downstairs for dinner with her husband.
The next morning flowers were delivered to her room - a dozen roses.
Attached to EACH rose was a crisp one hundred dollar bill. The card said:
"Thanks for the best laugh we've had in years."
It was signed;
Eddie Murphy
Michael Jordan
The past few days I have noticed several Google threads that have led people to this blog.
Here they are:
dickhead reagan reagan dickhead reagan funeral sucksI was just curious if your mommy and daddy were married when you were conceived. Do they know you are on their computer looking up stupid crap like that ? Are you so intellectually challenged that you have to have written intructions on how to pee ? The sad thing is one of these threads came from a computer at a college in Vermont! Why don't you do the world a favor by sticking your head up your ass and doing a somersault ?
As I was leaving work I stopped in the men's room, only to notice a big fat turd in the urinal.
Pigs......
Well- tomorrow I return to work after my brief convalescence from my ankle injury. Should be fun hobbling around.
I didn't know he was ill :(
I wanted to see him the last time he was in Reno, I wish I did now :(
I didn't realize the damage I did to my foot until I took off the cast- my foot is black and blue in areas that doesn't even hurt.
The say I may have torn a ligament.
In watching the pomp and ceremony surrounding President Reagan's funeral I am struck by the fact that most of the military participants were actually born when he was president.
Makes me feel old.
This was fun to post
Day 1
Wake up, realize I am off for 3 days and smile, watch some covereage on the passing of President Reagan, air conditioner pump fails dammit, go to parent's house to cool off and house sit during their trip, watch more TV coverage of the passing of Reagan, come back home for a time, then go to store, return to parents house; then I go to pick up some prescriptions come back, becomes windy, try to take flag down, twist ankle, go to hospital, wait wait wait wait- somebody comes in to ER looking worse than me- wait wait wait some more- somebody else comes in looking bad- wait wait wait again dammit- jiminy christmas- 2 1/2 hours later I am called in, wait, now X ray, no breaks, just a sprain- hurts like a sonuvabitch- get chill pills that turn me into Beavis & Butthead, realize that I am off for a few more days more than planned- try to use crutches- look stupid.
Day 2
Fitful sleep, wake up, need to pee, hobble into bathroom, then back to bed, wake up a few hours later with the same problem, do the same thing;
Wake up at normal time, get taken to my employer to show what's happened to me, drive around on motorized shopping cart- feel stupid.
Go home, get ready for ride to appointment, learn my daughter has a cavity, return home, see cop peeing off the road- oh joy- try to go online and post- internet slow and lethargic- sombitch pissing me off- dammit dammit dammit- frigging piece of amphibian shit- give it up for the day- hobble to bed- notice my good foot is developing a callous- what's next ?
This all has happened to me on this date:
June 9, 1973 - aunt dies
June 9 1983- graduated from High School
June 9 1997- Divorce finalized and maternal grandfather dies a few hours later.
June 9 2004- recovering from sprained ankle.
I think I will stay in bed today.
This is my 100th post, and the net is giving me fits.
I have tried to post a message here and the damn post disappears.
I think the Internet is constipated
I was riding home today from an appointment when I saw a Nevada Highway Patrol car sitting off the highway near a tree.
The cop was standing next to his car, making no attempt to hide the fact that he was peeing.
The passing of President Reagan has brought out the best and worst in people. I won't even say the names of the shitheads who are badmouthing Reagan in death- I don't want to give them any publicity.
Some years ago I heard a nut say that "AIDS was Reagan's secret weapon to kill off blacks in Africa."
Ummm- what the hell ever.... have you taken your valium today?
They should go find a knothole in a fence and indulge themselves.
According to some reports, one of the first to call the family after Reagan's passing was none other than....
Edward Kennedy.
John Kerry has suspended his campaign for the week to honor Reagan. I think that was a class act.
I was not around to see the outpouring of emotion after JFK's assassination, but I hear this is comparable.
I stepped in a small depression in my parents yard last night and severely sprained my left ankle. Now I am on crutches and have a small cast.
I landed on my back and was concerned I may have loosened some rods and screws I have in my spine, but all I got was the sprain- which is better than the alternative.
I got to see Ronald Reagan twice during the 1980's....
The first time I saw him was in October 1980 just a few weeks before the election. I was 15 and wanted to vote so bad.
He came to Riverside, California to a huge cheering throng of people. There were 6 helicopters in his enterouge which had a dramatic effect, like an invading military force.
He gave his campaign stump speech, including the comment:
Recession is when your neighbor loses their job. Depression is when you lose your job. Recovery is when Jimmy Carter loses his job
The second time I saw him was just before the election in November 1988.
He came to San Bernardino to campaign for George H.W. Bush, and he was a sharp as he was when I saw him 8 years before.
He was a very tall man, and stood out in the crowd. I could not get close to him to shake his hand, but being there to see him was the next best thing.
He was indeed a powerful presence.
I remember the day he left office- I felt like I lost a protective grandfather.
Ironic that this happens on the eve of D-Day's 60th Anniversary.
On Nov. 5, 1994, Reagan said, "I now begin the journey that will lead me into the sunset of my life. I know that for America there will always be a bright dawn ahead."
"Ronnie's long journey has finally taken him to a distant place where I can no longer reach him," Nancy said.I lost my Paternal Grandmother to Alzheimer's on December. 31, 2003. I sure feel for any family who has to deal with this.
I saw this small blazer driving through town today (California Plates) that had stick-on letters all over- on the windows, on the car body itself, on the bumpers, fenders- everywhere. They were all bible verses, and on the top of the vehicle there was a metal frame of sorts with "READ THE BIBLE" on it.
I could not even see what the driver looked like, because, as I said- there were letters on the windows.
I suppose if this moron was pulled over because his/her car had obstructions on the windows, they would claim to be "persecuted."
I have my own beliefs, but I do not wear them on my sleeve, or write them on my car.
This person clearly had way too much time on their hands.
Oh crap- CNN makes me sick. They have this on their website, suggesting that Bill Clinton is a VP possibility for John Kerry:
While federal law prohibits a person from seeking a third presidential term, the Constitution does not specify whether or not a former commander in chief can become vice president.
But no person constitutionally ineligible to the office of President shall be eligible to that of Vice-President of the United States.
http://www.cnn.com/ELECTION/2004/special/president/candidates/vp.contenders/
I woke up startled just before 2 AM thinking I had a bad dream. Turns out that we had an earthquake.
It was at 1:54 AM, centered on the north shore of Lake Tahoe. It was 4.5- somewhat strong, but not violent.
Nevada is the third most seismically active state, behind Alaska and California.
It's early to say this- I know it will get hotter, but I am wondering what happened to Spring ?
Yesterday it was 91 (32C), the record was 95(35C).
Today it will be 92(33C)
What is it with some people and their lack of personal hygeine ?
Some people smell so bad that I have to fart just to catch a breath of fresh air....what's worse is some don't smell so bad once they close their mouths- it's like they have septic breath.
Some years ago one guy was so bad that I refused to sell him liquor- he had pissed all over himself- somehow he bathed in his own urine.
I also have noticed that in this small desert town I live in that I am somewhat in the minority- I still have all of my teeth. I have seen some who look like they're from a horror movie.
A 15-month-old child in the former Soviet Republic of Georgia weighs 55 pounds and is gaining nearly 5 pounds a month.And the doctors say "not to worry." Monkey Nuts!