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Dressing up that thing in a costume and posing it for our edification is epic.

Very phuggin weird...but epic.

Just keep on being you. Where do you shop for the outfits?


mike r

Effin Awesome Big Fella !!!

Likin your style !

50” TV’s and Rolling Rock is just another way of saying “success.”

Or “Oregon.”

Got ourselves showered and started to fry up some burgers. No outdoor grill or griddle at the property, yet...But, got a BlackStone Griddle en route that should deliver Wednesday.

Cooking inside, in the heat, was awful.



Stubby after dinner looking over tomorrow’s work load.

Wifey and Danner Boot the dog kicked up a sleeping fawn in the tall grass while she was mowing the next morning.

Wife started in at me with huge crocodile tears, crying, because she didn’t realize the doe that was standing in the pasture refusing to be run off by Danner Dog was trying to protect her fawn. Danner stuck his snoot up the fawns butt and got it moving to it’s ma. All animals lived that day.

Me on the other side of the property got a nice showing by a couple of bucks in velvet...Beaver Damn Ranch has deer !



We all drank heavily that day and night due to the heat wave and also because that’s what we do on the property while working. The next morning at 1:30 AM wifey and I suffered a setback of sorts because of Danner Boot refusing to go outside in the heat to handle his business....See this thread if you’re so inclined.

https://www.24hourcampfire.com/ubbthreads/ubbthreads.php/topics/16206231/4

Back to our morning....Stubby appeared to be in fine shape after last night...I’m wrecked from booze and dog shît, so not in a super-duper mood, but I’m getting by.

Stubby is in the refrigerator asking if we have any apples ? Wifey, I yell, we got any apples?? No, comes her reply.

Next thing I see is Stubbs has a lemon stuck on his head and looking at me with a daredevil look in his eyes. I’m like dude, what’s up with the lemon wedge, head thing ?

You ever heard of William Tell, Stubby asks me ?.....Yeah, I’ve heard of him...You want me to shoot that lemon off your head?

I’m so in right frame of mind to do this...I figure, I either make a proper shot and we’re all good, or I turn Stubs into a canoe and Sock Puppet can deal with his massive head wound when he gets him next...Win-win for me...Plus my head is still throbbing from lack of sleep and too many diet 7up’s. Laffin

The Daredevil



The Shoot’n Iron



The Results



Cont...

JFC....Can’t lightning even strike once ?

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Tomorrow is a venture out and see what we find type of day....More coming !

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Well, when it rains, it just pours tap water !

Update...1:30 AM Pacific Standard Time...76* degrees inside an A/C room.

Beav is dead asleep, next to wifey....At least I thought I was until my eyelids were pierced by a searing bright light from my Scorpion flashlight.

I raise a hand to fight the search light from my face, trying to speak with a casual sounding WHAT THE FÛCK IS WRONG !!!

The usual angelic voice of my wifey was replaced with a growling, demonic voice saying, “Husband, the dog got sick and shît all over the carpet”

The alcoholic beverages I consumed the day before made me want to say, “He’s yours, deal with it”. But the smell of 76* degree heated dog shît caught my beaver snout...And I sat up fast, scanning the darkened room...

Wifey, I say...Can you turn a light on? Wifey says “I didn’t want to wake you up”.....I’m laughing now, saying, “women that ship sailed when you decided to burn my retinas with my flashlight.”

Holy cows asses ! The stench was overpowering. I look over by the French Doors and see the massive mess our Danner The Boot dog had made. Impressive, if it wasn’t for the mix of diarrhea that played second string to his solids. Just sickening !

This has major suck written everywhere. It’s all hands on deck....Wifey, grab the garbage can, find gloves, bleach spray - fook the carpet being bleach stained - it’s gonna be ripped out with a remodel.

Wifey is making her way around the house gathering needed items....Me? I need to make a cup of coffee....10 minutes later, Beave’s in the game. Ball sack swaying and sticking to each leg as I move about calling out orders on how to proceed with coffee mug in my paws....I did offer the cup to my bride, but she refused....Her loss.

I go live with a glove, bleach spray, and a rag after wifey had removed the solid material from the carpet...It was a lot of rinse - repeat for 30 minutes. I easily worked up a sweat in this heat....Wifey is drenched as well. Dog? Well, dog boy had sheepishly took himself outside and is watching us work through the French Doors...Figure he’s thinking, yeah, I did that, my bad.

Bucket of water suds, towels, bleach spray, and more towels,,,,,,We finally got the room back to where it smelled between a Hospital ER and a dog kennel.

Beav is still drinking his coffee as he types this. Christ, I’ve got a headache. Maybe it’s time to crack a beer.

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The dog was taken outside several times during the day and before bed....Little SOB refused to get off the deck in this heat and do his business. I figure Beav sleeping under a booze coma and wifey in not much better shape, missed the clues when Danner Boot decided it was Go Time. Oh, well...Today it’s only supposed to be 114* degrees.

Psssh.

It’s struck 100 times.

I love it.

Sorry Mark !!

That is one of the funniest things, I've ever read !

Great job with stubbs Beav.

Put a call into a famous buddy of mine to see if he’d be willing to take a selfie with Mr. Stubbs ?

Mr. Bill from SNL showed up at Casa Beaver with his entourage...He took a picture with Stubby and then jetted, leaving behind his ladies - I think, intentionally.




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I’m gonna take a nap and let Stubby and the girls get to know each other....I’ll check back when I wake up.