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Two men were walking their dogs together. The first guy with a Chocolate lab and the second a Chihuahua

The first guy says, “Hey, you want to get something to eat?”

The second guy replies, “Yeah, but they all have signs that say ‘No Dogs Allowed’.”

The first guy with the lab puts sunglasses on and hands the other guy a pair. “Follow my lead,” he says.

As he walks into the restaurant a waiter stops him and says, “Sir, no dogs allowed.”

The man replies, “It’s O.K., this is my seeing eye dog.” The waiter apologizes and leads the man to a table as the second man enters.

The same waiter stops him but the guy says, “This is my seeing eye dog. I’m with the other guy.”

The waiter replies, “Sir, you can’t fool me, you have a Chihuahua.”

The man freaks out and says, “A Chihuahua? They gave me a Chihuahua?!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

What a scary, disturbingly sick ride! I wanted to do myself a solid, so I decided to buy a twisted new and disturbing thriller at Kindle ebooks for my self:  Demonsleep: Succubus Ascending, written by Binger Ray. I had wanted this sick Thriller in paperback.

The book itself, well, turned out to be downright disturbing to say the least. SCORE! The story was very reminiscent of the Movie Se7en… it had that kind of an ending, except this one felt even more uncomfortable. There are deaths, carnage, demons, sex, and drug use. Yes friends, there’s foul-play galore. It all ends with a very gripping twist. The whole time that I was reading I couldn’t help but feel like someone was in my attic watching me; Someone who was not the Easter Bunny! I will have to leave all of the creepiness for you to find out on your own.

Psychologically disturbing? YES. Kinda made me feel violated? YES again. He’s writing another? Yes again! WIN WIN WIN!!!

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Tom Winter: He’s one of my newest heroes. Tom is a professor of classics and religious studies at University of Nebraska-Lincoln. He’s all of sixty-eight years old, is a qualified private pilot, rides a bike four miles a day to work, and is a champion roller skater. He knows how to live. I wonder if he’s on the Grindtv site?

Many of us at a ripe old ago of say… 35-40, will undoubtedly “put away our childish things“. My question is why? If it

Never get old, never become complacent.

makes you happy, how can that be so horrible? Now, you all know that I’m not talking about alcohol, drugs, or sex. But I am talking about being involved in football, baseball, hockey, skateboarding, bungee, etc. And by involved, I’m talking about being in the game. Is complacency and rotting away the norm? Is this the standard? Well then I guess I’ll choose to be an adolescent at heart, just as Tom does.

Tom claims to be a nineteen year old with 68 year-old joints. Well Tom, keep on keeping on. Don’t get complacent or convinced that an adult must whittle away their hours in front of a television set, on the couch, drinking beer or soft drinks to prove their level of maturity. Live your life to the fullest. Those aren’t the real memories… save those things for when you’re old.

I still ride a skateboard at 46, SCUBA, sailboard, play Frisbee, and work outside…. all in the Texas heat, and all for leisure. I’m up for a good game of tackle football. I might hit a home run on the baseball field. Yes, is said baseball, not softball. I refuse to be propped in a corner and fed with a slingshot with nothing short of a heart attack, stroke, or aneurism. And even then, they’d have to kill me to keep me “out to pasture“, and I don’t want to be pasteurized.

Too many people have too much time on their hands and can’t find usefulness in their senior years. It’s a shame, it’s always been a shame. Feel your hearts beat for a change. I know that feeling all too well!

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The Dreaded Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing

These are great for Ipod, Ipad, Android, or PC

Oh, what a sissy thing to love on Easter morning. You all know the topic here. Its Peeps! The shame. The outright ridicule. Eating a Peep. These ridiculously colored, sugar dipped, animal look alikes that are intended to be what? Eaten? It’s a Chickie, or a Bunny… ooooh. Peeps. Don’t make me take a blowtorch to you. You little fluffy, sugar coated, rubbery mystery animal.

Wait, my kids love them. Bullshit! I have to throw that card. Bullshiiiit! Peeps are only good for their utilitarian use”

Seriously? You think that these little bright bastards of candy-land were going to sneak past “THE GODFATHER” of EASTER candy? He IS the Easter bunny! He has family. Why is he called the GODFATHER you ask?Image

  • He is Hollowed, That’s why
  • He shits jellybeans
  • The Easter Bunny Lays EGGS! An AMAZING FEAT!

The Easter bunny’s eggs have delighted both children and adults since the beginning of our known time. The Easter bunny  allowed Ronald Reagan to have his own Jelly Beans on his desk. Ronald Reagan still hunted for Easter eggs; not Peeps. Peeps are nothing but sugary, died, marshmallow Animal Crackers. Animal crackers aren’t cool. The Godfather said so.

So, in light of this little machine made impostor of an Easter Bunny Original, I have my eye on you, peepy McPeepmaster.