Greetings from deep inside the Pathetic Old Man's bunker where we wait for the next weather disaster to have a substantial impact on HEB's bottom line. We have stocked up on bottled water, peanut butter, canned meat, Depends and tequila. Actually, that's our usual shopping list anyway. We have also fortified the doors and laid in additional ammo to protect us from wild bands of wandering Arkansans who thought there was going to be a football game here this weekend.
For your end of the week diversions, I offer the following, for no particular reason:Wet babes in bikinis, OK, that is the reason:
Treeman's Grandmother:
A picture of my new pool table. OMG, that is so freaking literal! Like a fork lift lifting a crate of forks. My apologies to Mitch Hedberg, RIP.
And in honor of the political silly season, a picture of the next president of something:
Remember, watch this blog next week for information on the next MOTM from Lone Star Todd.
Peace. Out.
(Some images courtesy of FreakingNews.com)
1 comment:
I did not see this until now, however it is incredibly witty and interesting as usual!
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