Pure as the driven snow!

Too Lazy to Blog

Memes were invented for people too lazy to write.

You Are Oscar the Grouch

Grumpy and grouchy, you aren't just pessimistic. You revel in your pessimism. You are usually feeling: Unhappy. Unless it's rainy outside, and even then you know the foul weather won't last. You are famous for: Being mean yet loveable. And you hate the loveable part. How you life your life: As a slob. But it's not repelling as many people as you'd like!

The Sesame Street Personality Quiz

Why God Made Beer

Classic Spooner

Find your own pose!

Never Never Never

If you don't have any kids with her, never give the EXwife your phone number.

Oh it's only for emergencies Jack.

So what in her schizoid mind is an emergency?

I've had too much to drink Jack. I miss you in bed Jack. Can you drive 3 hours to Great Falls and fuck me Jack? No strings attached Jack.

Sure thing honey because nothing gets me hornier than a mascara-smeared, slack faced 40-something who can't hold her liquor. Drunk on a woman stops being cute at 20.

Changing the phone number and Blackfoot charges for that. I should bill the bitch.

A Cool Idea

I've stumbled on a game involving the trading of stock in blogs throughout the internet. There might be a bit of a learning curve but I have confidence that with proper shoes I'll climb that hill.

Come take a look and see if it doesn't interest you.

BLOGSHARES


Edit May 6th, 2008. I think I have changed my mind about Blogshares. The BSEC has made one player a scapegoat and charged him with overtaxing their servers. There are no guidelines to govern or prevent this from happening. So it's a lottery who it will happen to next. He didn't break any rules. He just hit the 25-Chances button too fast.

Now they have suspended him, and set him back in his game by taking away profits he had made by playing honestly.

It was fun. But I don't want to hitch my wagon to a train of what I see as unethical overseers. It's time to move on.

Waydago, Pat!

Pat Wilson has received the Parachute Industry Association's "Member of the Year" award for 2006 "for his outstanding contributions in technical, safety, and promotional parachute projects."

We're just not getting the moisture.

For a few years now, Montana has been in a drought. Blame it on global warming. Blame it on the lack of rain dancers. It don't matter. There isn't enough water falling on Montana. It's Christmas and there's only a skif of snow on the ground.

Merry Summer 2007 Fire Season.

It's GREEK

I dropped the Japanese class. It's too Unamerican for me. There are 20 different ways to say the same sentence all depending on if a guy is telling it to his dog, his son, his daughter, his wife, his father-in-law, his ex-wife, his boss, the emperor, his dead mother, or his drinking buddy.

There's been a parting of the ways with my Japanese gal. The language barrier was too thick for both of us.

Sickos with Pets

I saw a man hitting his dog with a plastic wiffle bat today. I thought about calling the police. I don't know if it's against the law but it ought to be. If he does that in public can't think what he does in private. His son, I am assuming it was his son was there crying the whole time for his father to stop.

Maybe I should mind my own business. It's his dog. If a man hates an animal so much why does he keep him?

University of Montana

I never finished highschool. I got my GED and then when I was in the service I got an Associate in Applied Science in Hydraulics.

I met a sweet little Japanese gal in Missoula who speaks not so much English and I think I might take a Japanese course at the university. I get a real bargain for tuition for being retired military. It's 5 credits because the classes are every day of the week. But I think it might be interesting. The counselor says I will learn how to read Japanese hieroglyphics. Imagine that? Reading and writing Japanese? My father will roll over in his grave.