Good morning, y’all

Back on the horse.

😎 Dudes...

Woke up with a big zit on the tip of my nose. WTF!?

:-k Hmmmmmmm . . . Just wondering . . . How far is Nantucket from Randolph ?
Maybe we can finally put a name on that man.
Just sayin'. :-"

Very enjoyable evening, last night.

Started off with chicken thighs rubbed down with Joe Kem's BBQ Rub and sloshed with Smokin' Temptations Championship BBQ Sauce and cooked on the rotisserie.
Followed by a Diamond Crown Maduro, while listening to Taj Mahal on Spotify, out on the front patio.
I also had a cocktail, but I ain't gonna tell ya what it was 'cause y'all would make fun of me.
The rub, sauce, and cigar were all part of Corey Sellers' 4th of July CAT prize that I won.

Thanks again, Corey.

jes

The Phillies are heading, (like lambs to the slaughter), to the Red Sox, for a two game series.

There's no shame in drinking a pink lady, jespear...

Were you drinking Shirley Temples? 😰

Pain in the ass Saturday night dealing with the children who live upstairs....

They must have been out drinking with their friends at some point because at about 2am one of their drunk friends rang my doorbell (terrible buzzer noise)... I had just fallen asleep so I was a little pissed off... Go to open the door and no one was out front. So I go back to sleep. A few minutes later, I hear someone kicking the metal gate. Again, I had just fallen asleep. By this time the woman has woken up and is getting pissed....
Third time the doorbell buzzer goes off... I open the door and this little punk is asking me to let him in because he lives upstairs. I tell him I'm not going to and go to bed. Then it happens again... He's telling me he's friends with someone upstairs... Again I go to bed.

This goes on until 3am. I'm tired of this **** so I put some shorts on (I had been having these conversations in my boxers because f&ck him he has to stare at my ****** if he's going to wake me up) and go outside and pound on the upstairs neighbors door. No one answers, but the little punk still won't go away. So I go outside and shove him away from the door a little bit. By this time I am really really really looking forward to hitting him. All I want to do at that hour is hit him a few times... Kick him a few times... Nothing terrible... I don't want to curb stomp him or anything, just give him a broken nose and a couple cracked ribs... But I get outside, grab him and drag him away from the gate and he's yelling "hit me! Just try it!"... And goddammit I know I can't beat on him a little... He knows where I live which means he can report who I am....

So goddamn frustrating that didn't get to beat him... He didn't come back to the door after that, so he must have gotten the hint... But damn I really still want to hit him... Or just break a finger or two... It's been all I can think of the past two days...

Shoulda leveled the first time... Cops wouldn't have hassled you for it... If they did just say the kid tried to force his way in... 😟

Stress...the confusion created when one's mind overrides the body's desire to beat the living chit out of some azzhole that desperately needs it

😰

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Truth be told . . .It was a Krakken Spiced Rum and Dr Pepper. 👍

You're not wrong rmann... That perfectly summarizes my past two days. Little punk couldn't have been more than 170lbs... It would have been so easy and so satisfying to hurt him a little...

I can't take any credit....I saw it on a T-shirt years ago, and it stuck...

it's all so vaguely familiar.

Epic day fishing... and I am exhausted.

Lee Harvey Oswald, with a pellet gun, from a darkened window.

Good morning, y’all

😎 Dudes..