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Hang in here, Birdy. Those who have actually met you pretty much stand by you. I'm one.

The problem with foam pads is they get sweaty and I invariably end up moving off of them in my sleep. The thing to use is a 100% cotton Sherwyn-Williams 15x12 foot painters tarp. Wash and dry it high heat to shrink and soften it.

Folded double its cool to the touch and heavy enough to take the hard edge off of sleeping on a hard surface AND it’s big enough for the dog too.

I figure the ability to sleep on the floor is something one should hang on to as long as possible.,Another challenge is getting up off the floor without use by any supports. So easy we never thought about it when young, no longer.

Tks Mark, there’s a bunch of guys here who’s respect I value highly, you of course are one of them.

After 10 years of living like total Hillbillies we hung some Kitchen Cabinets yesterday.
What an improvement.

Ya know, I do believe I could actually make that fishing trip happen, especially if I went over in advance to scope things out, introduce myself to the locals and arrange things.

The biggest hassle would be all the friggin shots (nine?) and gamma gobulin.,Then too chloroquine phosphate (500mg a week, two bitter little pills) no longer works on Plasmodium vivax (malaria). The newer stuff that still works has unpleasant side effects. Without malaria meds tho you’re dead inside of six months. They didn’t call it the White Mans’ Graveyard fer nuthin’.

I also hand delivered two loads of horseshittt to the wife's garden from my next door job....

I'm sure she approved.

I'm sure when the wine wears down, and financing is introduced, you'll reconsider.

Oh, If we all had a nickel....

When was I trying to be funny?

When former students complain there aint any Tex-Mexicans at the fancy out-of-State Universities they got scholarships to, I tell ‘em if they have a problem with that, the problem lies in them, and not those other people.

There were three cohorts at that wedding,. The old-time Tejano cohort was headed by that retired Air Force Officer, who sadly passed not long after from the effects of type 2 diabetes.

The Filipino cohort was headed by his wife, the lady who witnessed the Bataan Death March as a child and who spent the war years spent the war years hiding in the jungle while father fought with the guerillas. Her younger brother was at the wedding too, the career army guy who turned 60 while serving as Crew Chief on a Blackhawk in Iraq.

The Irish contingent was headed by that 6th Marine survivor of Okinawa and his wife, who was bombed out of her house by the Luftwaffe as a child. That same lady, two months after her second knee replacement, is fixing to go skydiving yet again at the end of this month. This time in company with the fiancés of two of her grandsons. (An emerging trend seems to be that the women in my family got bigger sets than the guys).

Looking back, that wedding was like the joining of two retards who were actually the scions of two distinguished Royal Houses.

There were also six or seven (White) East Texas Yahoos who mostly showed up on motorcycles, all wearing black t-shirts depicting a German chick riding her Ducati. Those guys are still my brothers to this very day

Ya know, we may bitch and whine amongst ourselves, but I'd be there in a minute if one of you guys were nearby and needed help.
I can't think of anyone here that I wouldn't fight for when things got bad.

I'm sorry Salmonella.

I was just busting balls.

No ill will intended.

One drink at a time. Grin....

That is pretty much exactly the sort of thing I would do.

Anyways, let me know and we can plan it.

Biggest expense would be airfare, physical danger from the locals in country virtually non-existent, but the preemptive medical costs before departure are prob’ly significant.

...and Paregoric, we’d need a lot of Paregoric.

I would like it on record here that I WOULD cross the street to pee on Travis if he was on fire.

Not sure what you took exception to in that statement, or how that implied that being where I was, was tougher than being in combat.

This guy is the closest I've ever come to Afghanistan, the only guy I've heard of that turned down an actual appointment to West Point to go enlisted instead. He served his time in Afghanistan assigned to forward operating bases after volunteering for the posting. Now he makes serious money working for a Military Contractor, just bought the house my sister lives in in fact so she'll always have a place to live

Here he was two months back. No shidt; I'm his favorite uncle We go way back.



No idea who that short weird-looking dude is.

Glad I read to the end.


Was gonna ask.

IOW, he's a huge pussy in person, steada the blowhard he pretends to be on the innanet.