Maggie’s Motivational Pic Thread v2.0 - - New Rules - See Post #1
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Clinton Romesha, book "Red Platoon". Basically said, I was just trying to keep myself and my buddies alive. Really didn't know why he told he earned it.
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This particular sport is my wife's chosen form of exercise. She isn't nearly that good, but she made me mount the pole in the living room so she could watch the tutorials on the big screen TV.
It results in some intersting reactions from anyone who comes over....but I don't mind.
yeah....im sure she really had to twist your arm for that one...
"honey can you go to home depot and get me some pipe for a stripper pole?"
I thought he went to see Doctor Jellyfinger for that "checkup".
Last time we spoke he mentioned an appointment with Doc Softhands to get his plumbing checked out...
Not exactly a picture, very motivational though.
http://www.breitbart.com/california...-anthem-at-high-school-softball-championship/
http://www.breitbart.com/california...-anthem-at-high-school-softball-championship/
If you scroll to where only the look on her face is visible she looks like she is constipated.
Are you and "Diaper Boy" close ?.........
That's just not something I would expect anyone to say, other than him.
That's just not something I would expect anyone to say, other than him.
I knew Clinton Romesha when he was a little tyke. Who knew. His family lived in a tiny town, in Northern CA. His dad was my friend. Heck of a good guy, his dad.
Not so much the pole, as I'm betting he's got quite the "lights and sound" system. Not to mention the 'webcam' for the 'secondary income' type of setup. He'll probably have the mortgage paid off in 3 months, eh?yeah....im sure she really had to twist your arm for that one...
"honey can you go to home depot and get me some pipe for a stripper pole?"
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I floated the idea, but it got shot down.
I floated the idea, but it got shot down.
What she doesn't know, won't hurt her. Please send webcam link
What she doesn't know, won't hurt her. Please send webcam link
The free version please...
Good catch.....hadn't even thought about that.
If I have to, I'll throw my hat in the ring to be your business manager. I'll bite the bullet, I guess.
See, I too can step up when a brother is down, and in need. I don't need 'much' in the form of remuneration.... not much at all. For my troubles.
Such a burden.... HA
Forgot to add: Looks like I'm in the market for a new hat. One with a big feather. Where're ya'll gettin' yours from? Hook a brother up, eh?
See, I too can step up when a brother is down, and in need. I don't need 'much' in the form of remuneration.... not much at all. For my troubles.
Such a burden.... HA
Forgot to add: Looks like I'm in the market for a new hat. One with a big feather. Where're ya'll gettin' yours from? Hook a brother up, eh?
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Cheap bastards, how are we supposed to pay for the kids college like that?
MaaaaybeAre you and "Diaper Boy" close ?.........
That's just not something I would expect anyone to say, other than him.
Ok, if you say so.
The ole shoulder is doing fairly well thank you. Got into a little tussle bout a week or so ago and the tip of the shoulder and the collarbone/plate took a hit. Was sore as fuck for a few days but it's doing fairly well I think. The whack to the collarbone literally watered my eyes. The guy is still here. He apologized the next day after cooling off.
homeboy still likes to rumble, awesome
I’m not sure what the ELR guys are up to?
I didn’t know Chief Wiggums was a moto cop?
Looks like the guys in Ballistic calculator are talking Firmware and Release....
Damn... I feel like I need to emit Beavis and Butthead laughter....
Firmware.... heh hehe hhehe huh huh
Great catch! LOL of the day!
Cheers,
Sirhr
Ever take a flight to London? That looks like the baggage that every Pakistani brings back from New York. Oh and it's all carry on. And includes live chickens.
Cheers, Sirhr
The Electric fence and The Lawn Mower
We have the standard 6 ft. fence in the backyard, and a few months ago, I heard about burglaries increasing dramatically in the entire city. To make sure this never happened to me, I got an electric fence and ran a single wire along the top of the fence.
Actually, I got the biggest cattle charger Tractor Supply had, made for 26 miles of fence. I then used an 8 ft. long ground rod, and drove it 7.5 feet into the ground. The ground rod is the key, with the more you have in the ground, the better the fence works.
One day I'm mowing the back yard with my cheapo Wal-Mart 6 hp big wheel push mower. The hot wire is broken and laying out in the yard. I knew for a fact that I unplugged the charger. I pushed the mower around the wire and reached down to grab it, to throw it out of the way.
It seems as though I hadn't remembered to unplug it after all.
Now I'm standing there, I've got the running lawnmower in my right hand and the 1.7 giga-volt fence wire in the other hand. Keep in mind the charger is about the size of a marine battery and has a picture of an upside down cow on fire on the cover.
Time stood still.
The first thing I notice is my pecker trying to climb up the front side of my body. My ears curled downwards and I could feel the lawnmower ignition firing in the backside of my brain. Every time that Briggs & Stratton rolled over, I could feel the spark in my head. I was literally at one with the engine.
It seems as though the fence charger and the piece of shit lawnmower were fighting over who would control my electrical impulses.
Science says you cannot poop, pee, and vomit at the same time. I beg to differ. Not only did I do all three at once, but my bowels emptied 3 different times in less than half of a second. It was a Matrix kind of bowel movement, where time is creeping along and you're all leaned back and BAM BAM BAM you just shit your pants 3 times. It seemed like
there were minutes in between but in reality it was so close together it was like exhaust pulses from a big block Chevy turning 8 grand.
At this point I'm about 30 minutes (maybe 2 seconds) into holding onto the fence wire. My hand is wrapped around the wire palm down so I can't let go. I grew up on a farm so I know all about electric fences ... but Dad always had those piece of shit chargers made by International or whoever that were like 9 volts and just kinda tickled.
This one I could not let go of. The 8 foot long ground rod is now accepting signals from me through the permadamp Ark-La-Tex river bottom soil. At this point I'm thinking I'm going to have to just man up and take it, until the lawnmower runs out of gas.
'Damn!,' I think, as I remember I just filled the tank!
Now the lawnmower is starting to run rough. It has settled into a loping run pattern as if it had some kind of big lawnmower race cam in it. Covered in poop, pee, and with my vomit on my chest I think 'Oh God please die .... Pleeeeaze die'. But nooooo, it settles into the rough lumpy cam idle nicely and remains there, like a big bore roller cam EFI motor waiting for the go command from its owner's right foot.
So here I am in the middle of July, 104 degrees, 80% humidity, standing in my own backyard, begging God to kill me. God did not take me that day .... he left me there covered in my own fluids to writhe in the misery my own stupidity had created.
I honestly don't know how I got loose from the wire ....
I woke up laying on the ground hours later. The lawnmower was beside me, out of gas. It was later on in the day and I was sunburned.
There were two large dead grass spots where I had been standing, and then another long skinny dead spot where the wire had laid while I was on the ground still holding on to it. I assume I finally had a seizure and in the resulting thrashing had somehow let go of the wire.
Upon waking from my electrically induced sleep I realized a few things:
1 - Three of my teeth seem to have melted.
2 - I now have cramps in the bottoms of my feet and my right butt cheek (not the left, just the right).
3 - Poop, pee, and vomit when all mixed together, do not smell as bad as you might think.
4 - My left eye will not open.
5 - My right eye will not close.
6 - The lawnmower runs like a sumbitch now. Seriously! I think our little session cleared out some carbon fouling or something, because it was better than new after that.
7 - My nuts are still smaller than average yet they are almost a foot long.
8 - I can turn on the TV in the game room by farting while thinking of the number 4 (still don't understand this???).
That day changed my life.
I now have a newfound respect for things.
I appreciate the little things more, and now I always triple check to make sure the fence is unplugged before I mow.
The good news, is that if a burglar does try to come over the fence, I can clearly visualize what my security system will do to him, and THAT gives me a warm and fuzzy feeling all over, which also reminds me to triple check before I mow.
We have the standard 6 ft. fence in the backyard, and a few months ago, I heard about burglaries increasing dramatically in the entire city. To make sure this never happened to me, I got an electric fence and ran a single wire along the top of the fence.
Actually, I got the biggest cattle charger Tractor Supply had, made for 26 miles of fence. I then used an 8 ft. long ground rod, and drove it 7.5 feet into the ground. The ground rod is the key, with the more you have in the ground, the better the fence works.
One day I'm mowing the back yard with my cheapo Wal-Mart 6 hp big wheel push mower. The hot wire is broken and laying out in the yard. I knew for a fact that I unplugged the charger. I pushed the mower around the wire and reached down to grab it, to throw it out of the way.
It seems as though I hadn't remembered to unplug it after all.
Now I'm standing there, I've got the running lawnmower in my right hand and the 1.7 giga-volt fence wire in the other hand. Keep in mind the charger is about the size of a marine battery and has a picture of an upside down cow on fire on the cover.
Time stood still.
The first thing I notice is my pecker trying to climb up the front side of my body. My ears curled downwards and I could feel the lawnmower ignition firing in the backside of my brain. Every time that Briggs & Stratton rolled over, I could feel the spark in my head. I was literally at one with the engine.
It seems as though the fence charger and the piece of shit lawnmower were fighting over who would control my electrical impulses.
Science says you cannot poop, pee, and vomit at the same time. I beg to differ. Not only did I do all three at once, but my bowels emptied 3 different times in less than half of a second. It was a Matrix kind of bowel movement, where time is creeping along and you're all leaned back and BAM BAM BAM you just shit your pants 3 times. It seemed like
there were minutes in between but in reality it was so close together it was like exhaust pulses from a big block Chevy turning 8 grand.
At this point I'm about 30 minutes (maybe 2 seconds) into holding onto the fence wire. My hand is wrapped around the wire palm down so I can't let go. I grew up on a farm so I know all about electric fences ... but Dad always had those piece of shit chargers made by International or whoever that were like 9 volts and just kinda tickled.
This one I could not let go of. The 8 foot long ground rod is now accepting signals from me through the permadamp Ark-La-Tex river bottom soil. At this point I'm thinking I'm going to have to just man up and take it, until the lawnmower runs out of gas.
'Damn!,' I think, as I remember I just filled the tank!
Now the lawnmower is starting to run rough. It has settled into a loping run pattern as if it had some kind of big lawnmower race cam in it. Covered in poop, pee, and with my vomit on my chest I think 'Oh God please die .... Pleeeeaze die'. But nooooo, it settles into the rough lumpy cam idle nicely and remains there, like a big bore roller cam EFI motor waiting for the go command from its owner's right foot.
So here I am in the middle of July, 104 degrees, 80% humidity, standing in my own backyard, begging God to kill me. God did not take me that day .... he left me there covered in my own fluids to writhe in the misery my own stupidity had created.
I honestly don't know how I got loose from the wire ....
I woke up laying on the ground hours later. The lawnmower was beside me, out of gas. It was later on in the day and I was sunburned.
There were two large dead grass spots where I had been standing, and then another long skinny dead spot where the wire had laid while I was on the ground still holding on to it. I assume I finally had a seizure and in the resulting thrashing had somehow let go of the wire.
Upon waking from my electrically induced sleep I realized a few things:
1 - Three of my teeth seem to have melted.
2 - I now have cramps in the bottoms of my feet and my right butt cheek (not the left, just the right).
3 - Poop, pee, and vomit when all mixed together, do not smell as bad as you might think.
4 - My left eye will not open.
5 - My right eye will not close.
6 - The lawnmower runs like a sumbitch now. Seriously! I think our little session cleared out some carbon fouling or something, because it was better than new after that.
7 - My nuts are still smaller than average yet they are almost a foot long.
8 - I can turn on the TV in the game room by farting while thinking of the number 4 (still don't understand this???).
That day changed my life.
I now have a newfound respect for things.
I appreciate the little things more, and now I always triple check to make sure the fence is unplugged before I mow.
The good news, is that if a burglar does try to come over the fence, I can clearly visualize what my security system will do to him, and THAT gives me a warm and fuzzy feeling all over, which also reminds me to triple check before I mow.
