TSCLT3.0: A Beast Unlike Any Known To Man . . .

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Good Sunday Morning...


The Queen was out with the power washer again, so at first light I need to get out and assess the damage. She was up really late, so with any luck the dogs will remain sleeping for a while and I don't have to put up with the gopher and beds routine.
 
Girls...

:rolleyes:

Princess just left the house announcing that she had to go over to a friend's house (of course, it's 20-some miles away) to get her other purse, because her friend goes to work early.
 
If my mechanic told me it was good to go, I'd trust him.


But if someone I was not friends with told me, I'd get a second opinion. :cool:
 
You know, I haven't had a mechanic in thirty-some years.


I did like the guy, and if he worked on Harleys, I'd likely go back to see him, if need be.


The good thing about bikes is, you get the manual and take the parts inside to the kitchen table and have at them.


Which reminds me, I need to put the project truck on the battery charger. It croaked, and I need to start it to move it in preparation to get rid of it.
 
Actually, I have Jay Leno syndrome and lack the budget to match.


But I think I did nicely on the last round of acquisitions. And the disposal is the right idea, if not quite timed as well as could be.


It seems to be a bit wet yet, so I may postpone this trek until the afternoon. They promised me more sun today. But as badly as they fucked up the rain yesterday, I should have just gone ahead and done what I wanted and fuck them and their forecasts.


Their auguries blow . . . .


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We have rain today too and what with the eclipse eight days away...

:eek:

And, it's 58º outside, in mid-August, and yet we're supposed to be in full melt-down according to all of the trendy predictions.
 
Yeah, I've been watching that Mississippi weather on the offhand chance that that's where we're going. I don't give a fuck where they send me, really, as long as there's stuff to do and a few bucks to earn.


Do Teh St000pids ever get to the point that they realize how totally motherfucking st00pid they are, or do they continue to bumble along, getting in the way of all of Sentient Life???


I'm skeert that it's the latter.


It'll keep the bootmakers in business, making us boots to kick them the fuck outta the way . . . .


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