Everyone but me has an excuse why they can’t be at camp to supervise the load of crushed rock we’re getting. When we bought the camp several years ago the driveway was covered with crushed rock. Some idiot tried to help by plowing the driveway of snow in the winter when we weren’t there. Most of the rock ended up on the lawn and dirt road. When it rains the driveway is a morass.
We want the coup!
Coup d’etat, Coup d’main, Coup de grace, Coup d’urmom
Oops, wrong one
Here it is, the big day. Food, family, fellowship, football, flatulence, fellatio if you’re lucky (hopefully not with your cousin you sicko). Tell your mom that I said “Hello”. We made our turkey this past Sunday since we’re traveling today for dinner at the in-laws. The leftovers have been mostly eaten and the excess frozen to avoid getting the turkey trots.
Carin ought to wear these under her skort for the next turkey trot
That picture with the Pilgrims and turkey runners reminds me of my youth when we would dress up as Pilgrims and Indians and sit around the table eying each other nervously. One year Uncle Bubba blasted a neighbor with his musket when he showed up unexpectedly dressed as a hostile tribe member.
MJ is supposed to stomp this asap –
but i thought i’d irritate you all for a minute or 2
The narrative on Trump is summed up by this piece of shit lede in the gaurdian :
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and the link:
https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2017/aug/17/donald-trump-support-base-pennsylvania-voters
don’t click on it because – screw them!
Also this day in history:
1998
1984
Update/Carin
Addicted to this song right now:
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