TSCLT 8.0: Jesus Hates A Pussy

Mine is set pretty low.


Everyone else who lives here has a built-in fur coat.


The crockpot is warming today's meal selection. Leftovers, before they go bad. The bike is douched. The cats are napping downstairs.


Cup #2 is disappearing . . . .


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I haven't put any thought into the day's meals yet.
I think I'll wait and see what the weather is going to do.
I have some steaks calling to me demanding to be grilled.
 
I plan on finishing up the Ravioli I had the other night. By that I mean that I only cooked half of it. My only complaint is my problem, I didn't make the sauce thick enough. That won't happen tonight.
 
Motorcycles aren't better deep fried, but that's about it.


I seem to have made water spots on mine. :rolleyes:


I may make an early run to the grocery store in an effort to beat the mask wearers. Maybe. Then a touch of housework.


Maybe a nap in there somewhere . . . .


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I'm thinking a mac and cheese with burger...


I'm thinking that it will hit the spot.

Make my tummy warm when
the sun is too lazy.
 
I should wash the truck, but that ain't gonna happen today.


Looking forward to a three-day weekend coming up.


The best bit is, tomorrow will be like Tuesday.


All praises to religions for making Arbitrary Holidays so's the workers can unite over the charcoal grill.


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A holiday isn't much good in a quarantine,
but I saw a little bit about how 60% of Americans
are simply (trying) to ignore the quarantine.
It's a little difficult when everything is closed up
as if obeying the community Blue Laws of the past.
 
I think it's 11 here.
I just remember everything except private clubs being closed
and even then, they were not legal until I was in my teen years.
Before that, you had better have made your alcohol purchases on Saturday.
 
My senior year of HS I lived in what was essentially a dry state, and thank God I did. On Friday nights I ran moonshine in the family station wagon which paid for Sat. night dates and other various and sundry purchases. :)
 
Bo and Luke will eventually ease into the Uncle Jesse role.

I'm a little old for it but I still drive like I'm flattenin' the hills an' staightenin' the curves, when I can get away with it.
 
Rode through the land of the whippin' posts earlier. All them hills flat, and many of the curves got straighter.


Zelda is a tiger.


So, some douchebag pulls over almost on top of me because he decides to change lanes without looking. Slowed and let him in - it's that or die. Then he looks, so he got showed The Finger. Zelda hit 90 going past the cunt without the advantage of a downshift. Wound her to about 105 and then backed off and set the cruise.


I really do miss my loud pipes . . . . :(


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I always liked that road from Luray to Sperryville, or Sperryville to Luray depending on which way you were going. :)
 
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