Bad Week to be a Leftie

Man, it sure has sucked to be a leftie this last week or so. Outdone by Donny Two Scoops, the single biggest idiot ever to populate the White House (their words).

I Can Make a Poat. You may not like it, but that’s not my problem.

 

So, yesterday was my birthday, and not ONE person asked me this.   You guys don’t care.

 

At work, they like to call me Karen to piss me off, so these are always amusing:

 

Dog memes are always funny:

 

Ok, this is a tad hurtful …

And now, we’re almost to the point we’ve all been waiting for …

 

Here it is – the QOTSA video you all knew was coming. This isn’t on any  of the albums- it was released to those who pre-ordered one of their albums.   It is freakin amazing.

 

 

Oh … this is bound to be good …

 

Yes, Yes, it is Josh.

 

This song is amazing:

 

MMM 300: Wait, 300? Shouldn’t we do something special?

No.  Mostly because I overslept and I have no fresh ideas.

Wait, I know.  This week, I’ll post nothing but pictures of women, not the usual trannies!

Word tattoos are dumb.  By extension, so is she.  Dumb girls are generally easy, so this should make me happy, but mostly makes me sad for her.

My Mom

Since you sonsabitches are always making “your mom” comments, I thought it would be nice to make a poat about our moms. Feel free to update this poat with photos and stories of your own. Or if you’re too retarded to figure out how to add content, send it to me and I’ll do it for you.

My mom was born November 7, 1921 in Detroit. In those days women did not generally go to the hospital to give birth, so my mom was born at home on Drexel Ave.

My mom attended Catholic school through eighth grade, then she enrolled in a high school that taught, among other things, how to become a seamstress. After graduating as a seamstress, she went to work in a very upscale women’s clothing store which no longer exists – Himelhoch’s – pronounced himmelhose. She worked in alterations where she remained until WWII.

While my dad was over in Italy patching B-24s that returned from missions (if they were lucky) all shot to hell, my mom went to work as a clerk at Fort Wayne Ordinance Depot in Detroit.

From Teresa, to you.

Teresa sent a thank you card to all of us. Apologies for my terrible lighting/photography skills.

Love you too, TinFW.

Thanks again to all the Hostages who gave to the group gift as well as individually. You guys really are the best.

New day new poat

Trebuchet team hit the road an hour ago. I was going to binge-watch “Last Man Standing” but “leaving Sept. 30” was 12:01 AM, not 11:59 PM. Bummer. So let’s see what’s in the funneh folder for today.
For Mare and me.

Nose Picking & Other POS Poat Ideas

So – been kinda busy with trying to button up a bunch of outside projects before snow shows up. I just saw beasns‘ comment about picking your nose and having your head cave in – I Raffed out Roud – and still am. I have no idea why some things strike me as funny – but that comment did.

Turd – another of those things that i always laugh at; along with fart jokes…. whatev- i’ll die low brow, so fuck it.

2 Second POS Poat

I’ve been kinda busy – gotta leave in a minute or two for a business thing, but figured I’d vomit something up which that little felt bastidge can stomp – OR that the amazing and talented hostess extraordinaire Carin can modify/update to make it passable for this chat room ———-

Carin warming up?

Imagine yourself here: Lapeerpalooza TOWMJGM

Right here:

Or, if you’re not the social type, here, off by yourself:

 

Pay no attention to the fact that the deck currently has no rails. That has NOTHING to do with the plans for MJ’s “disappearance”. We’re ordering the wire this week, and hopefully that will be rectified.

Perhaps you’d want to zip around the lake on one of our jet skis!!!  For the low, low price of a glass of wine paid to me, this can happen.

 

My crack mechanic (#2 son Matt)  is at work getting them in top condition as I write:

 

 

We have TOP NOTCH accommodations here at Chez Car in and this can be had at a very reasonable rate **again a nice hearty glass of wine, and whoever needs it/asks first

 

I got a bunch of these cool light things for the deck, but I haven’t figured out how exactly I’m going to put them up:

 

I may try something new while I have guests, and as soon as I figure what this guy is saying I’ll try to whip some of this up. I don’t know how many more times I’m going to have to watch it …

There’s sure to be some awesome music on the deck too as I give everyone a very complete presentation of what’s currently rotating on my playlist.

And don’t forget the real reason for coming to Lapeerpalooza …

 

He’s dirty.

He’s smelly.

But he’s 155 pounds of pure love. Let’s all have a nice round of applause for MOOOOOOSE.

 

(not actual size – this is from last year)

 

Well, i don’t know what the heck else I can do to convince everyone?

Maybe this –  one last picture of moose:

 

 

 

Happy Palindrome Week!

Yes, it’s that week where the dates are the same going backwards as forwards. And the week where we are ever mindful of not exposing our lessers to cultural conundrums a la David Brooks (famous NYS writer).