Magnificent Moral Morale

Of course those words make no sense together. I began with the idea of showing some morale patches and then needed a title. After contemplating how close morale was to moral and wondering if there was any correlation between the two words I had a headache. So I poured more coffee. Then I realized I was one letter away from a MMM post of my own. And since we all love a good MMM I ran with it.

Simple + Machine = Simple Machine

I remember reading about simple machines back in elementary school. Probably read it in an encyclopedia one day. Yeah, pre-internet, pre-video games we lived a boring life. Our parents bought the World Book Encyclopedia and we actually used it since going to the library was a pain in the ass when you didn’t have a car. Or driver’s license for that matter. This quote always puzzled me as a kid

These Should Be Used More Often

I’ve run across a bunch of words recently that I haven’t seen or used in a long time.

Some words remind me of the George Carlin skit about being funny:

borborygmus is one that I find humorous – i think of politicians when i hear it.

Valentine’s Day: Menace Or Foe?

Here it is ladies and gentleman, a corporate holiday based on religious tradition where we’re encouraged to buy lots of shit to express our love for that special somebody.

Crazy Money

So one of our fellow Hostages hit it big in the lottery. Yes, Troy won big. So did Uncle Sam who appreciates all the tax money to feed the machine. Always fun to imagine what you would do if you won the lottery. For me, part of the enjoyment of buying a lottery ticket, is daydreaming about what you’d do with all that money. Everyone says they will not change but secretly know they will. Here’s a few ideas of what to do with all that mad money.

Fishy – in a pos way

The weekend was a bust for fishing. Saturday was the first time I tried to do a little trout fishing in the area I now live. Lots of water, but it’s mainly mud-bottom stuff that non-salmonids do well in but the cold water fish don’t.

Watermelon Douche Chills

Gather round my friends and lend an ear, there’s a tale needs to be told. This is the abridged version. For the complete story you’ll need to pony up 50 cent to my publisher.

You see, there was once a man, so big he shook the ground with each mighty step. For a snack he’d eat an entire ox and pick the gristle from his big-as-a-surfboard teeth with the ox horns.

Sh*&hole Thursday

Last week we learned that Democrats and their media enablers are very offended when you call backwards corrupt countries what they really are … shitholes.