Flu Shots

I haven't had any sort of a vaccine in thirty years.

I'm four years short of my fiftieth birthday.

Scratch That!

I have had the tetanus shot.

I have had regular antibiotic shots.

If I were traveling to a place known to have Plague,

I'd get that vaccine.

I get a flu about every third year on average.

I think the Flu Shot is more likely to kill than vaccinate.

Last minute voting Instructions!

Incumbents;

Keep Cathy McMorris Rogers.

the rest....

OFF WITH THEIR HEADS!

You are the sovereign here!

These people are your courtiers and ministers.

They are hoping that somehow you've forgotten that.

It hasn't been mentioned in schools for three decades.

If I were king, I'd restore the Pledge of Allegiance,

And make sure that the kids knew what goverment,

Of The People,

By The People,

and,

For The People,

was all about.

A new home, A new hope!

John turned me on to the small house movement. I essentially live in one room of a disgusting McMansion. Along with just short of a dozen others. Anything I want to keep, I keep in my room. I decided that one of those lovely homes on trailers is just what I need. Plus a Cadillac to tow the whole shebang with...

that free feeling.

the rent is actually paid through the end of the year. one of our founding members won the lottery. 5 out of 6 numbers, enough to pay 6 months of rent, plus a few luxuries on the side. I'll keep collecting rents from everyone, so we can plunge another six months come the new year.

With some more good breaks, we'll be voting republican in the next election.

Good Bye Steve Urkel!

Read this to SAVE AMERICA!

As I returned to Seattle, I had to face down a dozen Mexicans on a Greyhound Bus.

I was totally ready to kill each and every one of those cocksuckers.

MY NAME IS NOT MAYWOOD!

get serious?

My bud The Locksmith looked at this blog, and said I need to 'Get Serious'!

For him his blog is a window by which he lets the rest of blogdom see a selected portion of his life.

Me, it's just a venue that I let John see what's going on in my downtown Seattle house.

I'd do her!

My friend The Locksmith, and I had a lovely weekend in Spokane.

We spent a four hour period in a parking lot, enjoying a leisurely soda.

We played a game we started sometime in puberty.

Called I'd Do Her.

The game is played by indicating various passers by, female for preference.

The challenged party declares whether he'd have sex with the indicated female.

The Locksmith is more tolerant and accepting than I.

I the slutty wastoid, declined some snarly suit wearing women.

Barely 20-somethings. Ex Big-Hair Heavy Metal Groupies.

And anything that looked over 200 pounds.

John not only accepted the challenge, he called over a couple of women, and got dates for later in the evening.

I can't stand it! Dude is either side of 400 pounds, and his score with women makes mine look like crap. I guess when you don't discriminate, you get more sex...

Saturday was worse, everyone got drunk except him, and we were all crazy. The police woman that came over was going to cite everyone, and check for warrants. He talked her out of it, and into the hot tub later that week.

After a long sleep, we went out to the food court at costco. In addition to the hot dogs, John brought home an early twenty-something, and a late thirty something, from the food court.

Honestly!!! Locksmithing Dude! I think that you've gone off the rails since your woman died.