Cocktails-Photo Friday

July 30th, 2010

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From the Henning Clan

December 16th, 2009

Fact of Life

After Monday and Tuesday ….even the calendar says W T F.

It’s so cold. . .

December 9th, 2009

She lost her nipples on 8th street.

Actually heard this today at Dawson’s coffee.

In the know readers may know who said it.

Just call me Disco Dave

December 7th, 2009

Thanks to Wayne and Allison for this one.

Send your own ElfYourself eCards

Bar room Wisdom-

November 17th, 2009

This free cat is getting very expensive.

Home of the brave

November 11th, 2009

This nation will remain the land of the free only so long as it is the home of the brave. ~Elmer Davis

Gotta love ‘em! He’s my baby.

October 29th, 2009

Wisdom

October 19th, 2009

Woman to man

“Just say yes and move on.”

#9, #9, number nine

September 9th, 2009


Wisdom from Chuck Jones

September 8th, 2009

I don’t feel like an old man. I feel like a young man with a few things wrong with him.

Chuck Jones (the creator of Bug, Daffy, Elmer and a cast of thousands)

Coffee shop wisdom

September 1st, 2009

He is so old he can remember when the U of I had a winning season.

Just funny thats all

August 25th, 2009

wimpy

Cash for Clunkers-BAH

August 6th, 2009

Why not cash for “clickers” (photographers.)

Social Media at it’s best.

August 3rd, 2009

This showed up on my phone from Kevin Farney, , ,

Hey baby, wanna come over to Myspace and Twitter my Yahoo ’till I Google all over your Facebook!

Missing Child

July 28th, 2009

Can’t even imagine how hard this is for this youngters parents. Hope they find him safe and soon.l_468_194_78157481-8404-480f-afc2-5f54a6c3457f

BTW this came from a post on my son Don’s IdahoRadioNews.com site. Thank you for sending this my way.

Feel free to foward this along.

Sad Update-RIP Robert

Here is a little fun that started on Facebook. . .

July 13th, 2009

Grab the book nearest you. Right now. * Turn to page 56. * Find the fifth sentence. * Post that sentence AS YOUR STATUS. AND POST these instructions in a comment to this status. * Don’t dig for your favorite book, the coolest, the most intellectual. Use the CLOSEST book BTW- I was at Dawson’s Downtown!

“For more than 25 years, anglers all over the world have trusted the unmatched strength and durability of Ugly Stick fishing rods.“ Cabela’s Spring Edition 2008

Here are the 1st round of comments from my FB post

 

 Elise Post Rising
“Ferns grow here and daisies too.” Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein

 Erin Wonders
“And my child, i thought you knew…I live here, and so do you.” at least, i think that’s how th
 Terry Harper
“When a couple wants out of a marriage, they can do terrible thngs to each other.” Pawley’s Island, Dorothea Benton Frank The Sidewalk Ends would be more fun….
 

Dan Steiner

 

 Dan Steiner
Bed’rid’den (-rid’n) adj. confined to bed by illness, infirmity, etc.
Websters New World dictionary

India?

July 8th, 2009

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“Monkey’s look down on you, sheep won’t have sex with you”

July 3rd, 2009

Found this on craiglist, an amazing use of a thesarius. I expect it has been published before, but it is quite scathing. . .

 

You vulgar little maggot here in BOISE ID. 

You are a canker. A sore that won’t go away. I would rather kiss a slug than be seen with you. You’re a putrescent mass, a walking vomit. You are a spineless little worm deserving nothing but the profoundest contempt. You are a jerk, a cad, a weasel. Your life is a monument to stupidity. You are a stench, a revulsion, a big suck on a sour lemon. 

You are a bleating foal, a curdled staggering mutant dwarf smeared richly with the effluvia and offal accompanying your alleged birth into this world. An insensate, blinking calf, meaningful to nobody, abandoned by the puke-drooling, giggling beast who sired you and then killed himself in recognition of what he had done. Your daddy was a bastard, your mamma was a whore, and you wouldn’t be here if the rubber hadn’t tore. I will never get over the embarrassment of belonging to the same species as you. You are a monster, an ogre, a malformity. I barf at the very thought of you. 

You have all the appeal of a booger. Lepers avoid you. You are vile, worthless, less than nothing. You are a weed, a fungus, the dregs of this earth. And did I mention you smell? 

You snail-skulled little rabbit. Would that a hawk pick you up, drive its beak into your brain, and upon finding it rancid set you loose to fly briefly before spattering the ocean rocks with the frothy pink shame of your ignoble blood. 

May you choke on the queasy, convulsing nausea of your own trite, foolish beliefs. You are weary, stale, flat and unprofitable. You are grimy, squalid, nasty and profane. You are foul and disgusting. You’re a fool, an ignoramus. Monkeys look down on you. Sheep won’t have sex with you only trash such as yourself. 

You are unreservedly pathetic, starved for attention, and lost in a land that reality forgot. 
And what meaning do you expect your delusionally self-important statements of unknowing, inexperienced opinion to have with us? What fantasy do you hold that you would believe that your tiny-fisted tantrums would have more weight than that of a leprous desert rat, spinning rabidly in a circle, waiting for the bite of the snake? 

You are a waste of flesh. You have no rhythm. You are ridiculous and obnoxious. You are the moral equivalent of a leech. You are a living emptiness, a meaningless void. You are sour and senile. You are a disease, you puerile, one-handed, slack-jawed, drooling, meatslapper. On a good day you’re a half-wit. You remind me of drool. 

You are deficient in all that lends character. You have the personality of a used condom. You are dank and filthy. You are asinine and benighted. You are the source of all unpleasantness. You spread misery and sorrow wherever you go. You smarmy lagerlout git. You bloody woofter sod. Bugger off, pillock. You grotty wanking oik artless base-court apple-john. You clouted boggish foot-licking twit. You dankish clack-dish plonker. You gormless crook-pated tosser. You churlish boil-brained clotpole ponce. You cockered bum-bailey poofter. You craven dewberry pisshead cockup pratting naff. You gob-kissing gleeking flap-mouthed coxcomb. You dread-bolted fobbing beef-witted clapper-clawed flirt-gill. 

You are a fiend and a coward, and you have toe jam. You are degenerate, noxious and depraved. I feel debased just for knowing you exist. I despise everything about you, and I wish you would go away forever. 

I cannot believe how incredibly stupid you are. I mean rock-hard stupid. Dehydrated-rock-hard stupid. Stupid, so stupid it goes way beyond the stupid we know into a whole different dimension of stupid. You are trans-stupid stupid. Meta-stupid. Stupid collapsed on itself so far that even the neutrons have collapsed. Stupid gotten so dense that no intellect can escape. Singularity stupid. Blazing hot mid-day sun on Mercury stupid. You emit more stupid in one second than our entire galaxy emits in a year. Quasar stupid. Nothing in our universe can really be this stupid. Perhaps this is some primordial fragment from the original big bang of stupid. Some pure essence of a stupid so uncontaminated by anything else as to be beyond the laws of physics that we know. I’m sorry. I can’t go on. This is an epiphany of stupid for me. 

After this, you may not hear from me again for a while. I don’t have enough strength left.

OH Pooh

June 29th, 2009

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Wisdom

June 16th, 2009

Moderation is quite good, but only in moderation.

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