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July 30, 2006
Toob The Hooch
That's what I'm talking about...
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The Dumpster
In the past, I have from time to time dabbled in the illicit movement and sale of plant matter, including the powder, to support my lifestyle. Let me say, the powder is the devil. Let me say that one more time…the powder is the devil. The Powder is some Bad Bad Juju.
But, I have moved some herb.
I was reading a post the other day about someone leaving something in a trash dumpster, by mistake.
Reminds me of the time my partner and I had some really good rope…we were heading to a meet to unload a kilo of some mombo zamdo, and we stopped behind a restaurant to clean out our ride. Cleaned it out we did.
Showed up at the deal, and we had no deal to close. What the fuck. Immediately, I realized what had happened. I threw the shit away by mistake…I cannot believe I did that, but I did. The fucking dumpster was behind a restaurant thirty miles away, so off we went. This was not a known friendly deal, so we were both wearing shoulder holsters, filled, and had to dance a little…if you know what I mean. The people with the cash said, “You’re fucking with us�…I told ‘em the truth, and said we’d be back in a couple of hours. I even offered one of ‘em to ride with us. They declined.
We get back to the dumpster, and guess who had to climb in…you got it…me. Now I can tell you, there is a huge difference between a “cardboard box� dumpster and a “food� dumpster. This was some nasty shit I was crawling around in. Fucking nasty…but I found the brick, and in the end everything was cool. Big John and me laugh about this little mishap every time we are together.
Bottom line…that was the first and last time I ever wore a gun to a drug deal. These people didn’t think my story was funny. I do.
That was probably some Bad Bad Juju.
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Note To Self
Never grill outside without wearing shoes.
Last night I was standing barefoot by the grill watching my grill girl grilling some meat and stepped on a red-hot coal. Damn, that hurt. I put the ice to it immediately, but my big toe is still toe up. Can barely walk.
On another matter, installed a Hummingbird feeder next to the flowers they love. Hummingbirds are way too cool.
Did you know they flap their wings 15 to 80 times per second (depending on the size of the bird). Per second.
Breathing Helicopters
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July 29, 2006
stationary frame of reference
Whoa...you gotta go read The Web Of Trust.
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July 28, 2006
Yabu Believes…
…retaliation against unprovoked aggression is justified...for whatever reason.
Yabu supports Israel, 100%.
Yabu also believes that Israel should make Beirut go away. Israel should do WHATEVER is necessary to survive. Whatever is needed, whatever it takes.
Yabu believes that Israel is being way too soft.
Yabu believes that Israel should, once and for all, kick these mother-fucking IslamoFascist pigs back into the 12th century.
Yabu believes, if Israel must kill innocents, so be it. Their enemies use innocent men, women, and children as shields.
Yabu believes that anyone who follows radical Islam is fucking crazy.
Yabu believes that anyone who follows moderate Islam is a fucking coward.
Yabu believes, unless the West deals with this situation now, we’re all in a world of hurt.
Yabu would fucking level Lebanon. Fucking level it.
And then Yabu would say, “Who the fuck is next.�
I’m serious; it’s time to slow dance.
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July 25, 2006
Kiss My Ass Twosday
I've decided that Tuesday will be "Kiss My Ass Twosday."
So, I say...
Kofi Annan
and
can kiss my ass
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Washing Machine
Rather than leaving that old washing machine in the yard, here's the proper way to dispose of it.
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July 24, 2006
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Showing Off
I know this guy who started his own business, secured several large bank loans, and lost his wits.
He was doing quite well, had more business than he’d ever imagined, until he got a major case of the stubies.
He flies to Chicago for his high school reunion, and decides he needs to make an impression on his old friends, especially the ladies. Now, this guy was always weird with women, and I would say seriously socially challenged, but I never thought he was stupid. Until he pulled this shit.
He lands at O’Hare, rents a car, drives to the Ferrari dealership, and pays cash for a new 328-GTSi…over 100 Grand. The salesman asked him if he wanted to test drive it and he confessed he didn’t know how to drive a “stick shift�.
Pick me up off the floor!!! I would’ve loved to see the look on the salesman’s face.
So, the salesman takes him out to the back lot, and in 30 minutes teaches him how to use a clutch and a gearshift “get this� in a Maserati.
He then lurches off in his brand new red Ferrari to pick up a young lady, who by the way was not his wife, for a night of wishful thinking.
Less than 20 miles later, he’d done 27K in damage to the front end, given the girl some non-life threatening injuries, and basically humiliated himself. You see...he wrecked his new toy in front of all his friends in the driveway to the country club. They were all watching him make his grand approach, and he put it into a tree. Dumb ass.
Anyway, this little stunt cost him his marriage and his company. He was divorced and bankrupt before the car got out of the shop, which was 8 months later.
Now that is some Bad Bad Juju.
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July 23, 2006
Time Travel
Yabu left on a trip the day after the day before yesterday and he will be back on the eve of the day after tomorrow.
How many days and nights is he away?
***UPDATE ANSWER BELOW***
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Just so you know
The angle between the main branch of a tree and its trunk remains constant in each species — and this same angle is found between the principal vein of the tree's leaves and all its subsidiary branching veins.
I feel better now.
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A Tad To The Right...Who My Bitch ?
| Your Political Profile: |
| Overall: 75% Conservative, 25% Liberal |
| Social Issues: 100% Conservative, 0% Liberal |
| Personal Responsibility: 50% Conservative, 50% Liberal |
| Fiscal Issues: 100% Conservative, 0% Liberal |
| Ethics: 25% Conservative, 75% Liberal |
| Defense and Crime: 100% Conservative, 0% Liberal |
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A Tad To The Right...Who Me ?
| Your Political Profile: |
| Overall: 80% Conservative, 20% Liberal |
| Social Issues: 100% Conservative, 0% Liberal |
| Personal Responsibility: 75% Conservative, 25% Liberal |
| Fiscal Issues: 100% Conservative, 0% Liberal |
| Ethics: 25% Conservative, 75% Liberal |
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Preemptive Self-Defense
Our worst nightmare is a Nuclear Iran.
The goal of radical Islam is to kill all the Jews, and kill everyone else who won’t convert. In the end, they want to rule the planet. Sorry folks, but it’s true. Where is the support from moderate Islam? Why won’t the majority of the followers of the religion of peace help? They must realize they’d be better off if they helped us remove the fanatics who oppress them. Or, do they secretly want us to fail?
You don’t get a second chance with a nuclear bomb. If there is any doubt at all, and I mean, any doubt at all, we should identify the targets, and conduct a preemptive strike. There is no other option. If we can’t solve this dilemma by conventional means, we’ll have to nuke ‘em. I wish it wasn’t so.
Fact of the matter is; appeasement and diplomacy will not work with these savages. To them, appeasement means more time to complete their projects. We must not negotiate with IslamoFascist terrorists.
The Iran-Hamas-Hezbollah axis is fully responsible for initiating the war on Israel. We’re next. If we don’t fight ‘em on their own turf, we’ll be fighting ‘em on ours, but make no mistake, we will have to fight. To defend our way of life, and freedom, America and Israel must stop evading the nature of the enemy's cause: our complete destruction. We must stop appeasing our common enemy and embrace (preemptive) self-defense as a matter of survival. The rocket attacks from Lebanon and Gaza must stop. America should urge Israel to annihilate Hamas and Hezbollah, and to put a stop to Iran's nuclear ambition; America and Israel must use as much military force as is necessary to eliminate that catastrophic threat and the regime responsible for it.
Mahmoud Ahmadinejad is a fucking madman. If they get the bomb, they will use it.
If we’re not secure internationally, we certainly won’t be secure nationally.
Just my opinion.
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July 22, 2006
Monkey Man
This is what Tuco looks like after you share a bucket of his CAP.
"One bastard goes in, another comes out."
Time to break for cover.
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Confusion
Yabu loves to create confusion. On Tuesday I sent an e-mail to my secretary that said, "I'll be back in the office three days before one week after the day after tomorrow."
When will I be back?
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Also, I had dinner the other night with my only sibling's husband's mother-in-law's only daughter-in-law.
With whom did I dine?
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This one is for The Blade
Mr. Brown, Mr. White, and Mr. Red are together in an office.
The three men are wearing ties that are the colors of their last names, although no man's tie matches his name.
Mr. Brown asks the man with the white tie if he likes red, but cannot hear the answer.
What is the color of each man's tie?
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Your Brain On Habanero
Plant to mouth in ten seconds.
These things are hot, really, really hot.
I love 'em, but you have to pay to play if you know what I mean.
For me...the Endorphin Rush caused by Capsaicin is worth it.
Cool Runnings
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July 21, 2006
Live Covers
I've been into some live covers lately. How bout this one?
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Cornbread
Christina made me think of this.
My Grandmother died twelve years ago. We held a funeral service at the cemetery, and afterwards, friends and family went over to my Mom's for a reception. Pretty standard except for this: My first cousin and her husband, on the way to the reception, rented a trailer, went to my Grandmother's house, and loaded up everything they wanted. Now that is Cold! Anyway, they missed the prize. I am the owner of several cast iron skillets that have been seasoned for about fifty years.
I think of this every time I make Cornbread.
Cornbread is also my dog's middle name.
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Ted Nugent on Deer Hunting
He was being interviewed by a British journalist. The journalist asked, "What do you think the last thought is in the head of a deer before you shoot it? Is it, "Are you my friend?" or is it "Are you the one who killed my brother?"
Nugent replied, "They aren't capable of that kind of thinking. All they care about is, 'What am I going to eat next, who am I going to screw next, and can I run fast enough to get away. They are very much like the French in that way."
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July 19, 2006
He Ain’t Dead Unless His Eyes Are Open!
This was written on 11/23/2003...not that it matters. What matters is, that, DAX is a crazy Motherfucker...I like that, and I kid you not.
By Dax Montana
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July 18, 2006
Another Girl To Take My Pain Away
How about some Dead Flowers
Take me down...
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July 17, 2006
For The Hell of It
Anyone who dosen't like a couple three things needs to think again.
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A Third World War ?
...no challenge confronting America is greater than the one I am writing about today...
-Newt Gingrich
07/17/2006
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July 16, 2006
Trim
Anyone who dosen't like a little Soaking Wet Pussy is fucking crazy.
Know what I mean?
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You Have To Be On Time
Because anything worth bombing is worth defending.
Something to think about.
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DAMN
These crazy fucking Islamofascists just might have bitten off more than they can chew. Israel has done it before, and they're about to do it again.
These radical Muslims would do well to remember the past. They're going to get their ass kicked; with or without the United States.
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July 15, 2006
These Motherfuckers Are Crazy
Hezbollah is a militant terrorist Lebanese Islamist group that want all of us to live in the 12th century.
Hamas is a militant terrorist Islamist group, funded by Iran, that want all of us to live in the 12th century.
These motherfuckers are crazy.
This problem will not go away until we adapt to their modus operandi, and do what needs to be done. Once. And. For. All.
If there are 2 billion Muslims, and only 1% (20 million) aspire to murderous suicide / homicide acts of terror, we've got a long row to hoe. But it also means they need to come up with 1 billion, 440 million virgins.
Now, that's a bunch of hoes.
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Hot Air Balloon Riding
Today is a beautiful day, you can see for miles.
It reminds me of the first time I rode in a hot air balloon. My friend Julian has one, and Louie and I met him on a day like today - and took off (launched). We ascended to a couple thousand feet, and just drifted with the wind. Beautiful, is all I can say...Peaceful...Quiet...until...
…we started floating over populated neighborhoods - and the damn dogs were barking like crazy. From one neighborhood to the next - bark..bark..bark.
Hot Air Balloons drive the dogs fucking crazy. It was strange.
Anyway, we'd been aloft for about 5 hours and Julian decides it's time to set her down. We'd covered, as the crow flies, boo coo miles - and dusk was approaching fast.
We were crossing the river when we spied a field that looked promising for a landing controlled crash. Problem was: there were power lines between Earth and us, and it was almost dark.
Let me say - we had a radio, and had been directing the chase vehicle (full of some other friends) all day long. They were toe (lift leg) up - I'. Right.. Right.. no no I meant left.. OK OK good...we see you loud and clear. See not hear - whatever.
The Balloon Driver says - "I see a place where I think we can set down, but everybody get down in the basket - I'm going to go through the top of those trees to bleed off some speed." WTF. Man - he did exactly what he said - we hit those trees and wood was flying everywhere. I shit you not; we went those trees like a bolt of lightning.
We fucking slammed into the earth, and bounced sideways almost upside down for about 100 yards.
It was GREAT!!!
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July 14, 2006
With A Different Meaning
The Mideast is on fire. Do the Islamofascists really believe they can defeat Israel, and US? I support Israel 100%, and I hope know they will do what they have to do. Fuck world opinion. I hope we (the US) get in the game and help 'em out. Israel has the right to exist.
It's The Same Old Song with a different meaning.
I'm worried it might be time to dance with an ugly bitch.
If the kidnapped Israeli solders are moved to Iran...shit is really going to hit the fan. What would you do if your neighbor kidnapped your children? Call the United Nations? Hell no, you'd go get 'em.
Israel will surrive, but it won't be pretty.
I'm just sayin'
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Acidman Is Dead And Gone
He is De-Fucking-Linked.
Don’t like my sense of humor?
FUCK YOU!
He would like the way I said it.
Trust me.
Now it is time to move on.
I meant what I said here.
Bad Bad Juju to keep a dead man on your blogroll.
Rest In Peace.
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July 13, 2006
A Formal Request
Velociman must make a batch several buckets of Chatham Artillery Punch for Helen. I mean, she is a bitch.
Right?
You ain't seen a Break Left yet.
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Doing A Little Hollywood
Didn't look like this when I was there. Of course, I was doing some shit you can't get nowadays!!!
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July 11, 2006
We Must Change
Everywhere I turn in the world today, I see radical Islam…and they are at war with everybody…not just the United States. They Hate. We need to deal with this right now. These motherfuckers are crazy…we need to do whatever is necessary to win…whatever it takes. If we don’t, we don’t have a chance…our children don’t have a chance.
There are no borders in this war…no country to spank.
We must change our rules and play by adapt to their rules. If we don’t, we’ll never win. Win is probably the wrong word…survive is better.
Anyway, I'm in way south Florida right now...it must be the latitude.
I’m just saying, this is some Bad Bad Juju.
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July 10, 2006
Eric's Story
I was in another town the other day, talking with my good friend Eric, and learned something. Eric, who is older than I, is the type of guy you want to have around when the chips are down. I mean, he is a standup get down type of guy and he'll cover your back. When the shit hits the fan, you can always depend on Eric. Eric understands Honor. Eric knows what true friendship is. Eric is a humble man. Eric is a bad ass. Eric is Bad Bad Juju.
Eric had just been to his doctor who informed him that, in his opinion, the muscles in his heart were deteriorating. His doctor said, you might die soon, but we'll run some tests in two days.
Eric said to me, "You know Yabu, if I die, so be it. I should have died when I was twenty. The last forty years were a gift. I remember when I was twenty years of age, laying in that rice paddy in Viet Nam amongst my buddies brains, intestines, and severed limbs. I was the only one not hit. The VC even blew up the chopper. Everyone died but me. So whatever happens, I'm OK with it.
This happened on his first tour, he volunteered for a second and was wounded multiple times on three separate occasions.
Anyway, I could hardly swallow when I asked him, if you do die, can I have your Pearl .45's? You might think this callous, but you're wrong, it's the way true friends communicate with each other.
Many years ago, we discussed this same situation. Very interesting - how people reflect.
Bottom Line: The doctor was wrong, and Eric and I have some more drinking and talking to do. Life is good!
But I still want the guns!!!
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Black Dawgs
I would give them all, the shirt off my back.
Crazy fuckers...all of 'em.
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July 08, 2006
Hey Joe
Like I said, you're in the band.
Cool Runnings
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Hock A Loogie
Me and my woman, and my bitch Chou Baby, my good friend Dax...have got a cabin in Helen.
This is gonna be a good time.
Trust me.
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July 07, 2006
Sport Fucking
I am Anjin, and I am Yabu’s friend.
Once upon a time, Yabu toured Europe with a backpack and two beautiful women. He was fucking ‘em both, or they were fucking him, but not at the same time…it was the alternating night scheme.
I swear this is the truth, because when I met up with them in Rudesheim, they wouldn’t share.
Bwahahahah!!!…Lucky bastard.
Yabu said, after the fact, “They were using me for there own pleasure�. He continued, “It wasn’t my fault…they were insatiable�. “I had to do something�. “I was in danger�.
He did make it clear…they were doing him, and not the other way around.
That fucking Yabu is quite resourceful. Bastard!!!
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In The Band
I met these two fuckers last week in Savannah.
Right, wrong, or indifferent…like it or not; they’re in the band.
Cool runnings my friends.
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Bottle Rocket To The Neck
July 4th, The Past, Dusk - Dark
We were on the 3rd floor balcony of an apartment overlooking the Matanzas River between the Bridge of Lions and the Castillo de San Marcos, drinking heavily, watching the flotilla, and shooting three foot bottle rockets. I was the head aimer. It was my job to ensure the launch trajectory was high enough to clear the crowd and the ships as they sailed by. We had about a hundred of these rockets, and after a few shots, I had my launcher rig dialed in. DO NOT touch my rig, I told everyone. It's perfect...I'm dialed in.
I went inside to get another beverage, and when I returned, some dumb ass was whooieing with my launcher. I told him to back off, and started to check the angle. It looked good to me, even though I was probably seeing two of 'em; I don't remember. Worst case, I'd have to make a minor adjustment. Wrong.
I slid another rocket down the tube, and lit her up. Well, that damn rocket went about 50 feet, and then did a downward sideways loop right into the crowd. It hit some guy right in the neck, and exploded. Ka Bahm. He was down like a sack of potatos. We thought we'd killed him...no shit.
Well, we all broke for the back door, and ran full tilt to the St. George Tavern a few blocks away, and continued our evening.
Later, we heard from a guy, who knew a guy, who knew another guy, who knew the paramedic on the scene. The guy who took the bottle rocket to the neck was OK, just some burns and bruising, and his equilibrium was whacked out for a while, but he made a full recovery.
To this day, I cannot believe we got away with that one.
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July 06, 2006
Here I go Again
Showing off my Wiener.
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July 05, 2006
A Helping Hand
My good friends Christina and Dash, their children, and their animals, are safe. Their home didn’t fare so well; it was struck by lightning last night, and burned to the ground.
Many people have asked what they can do to help.
Here’s the deal…I’m trying to sell tickets to a Cat Fight between Livey and Stevie. I say we put ‘em in a ring together and let ‘em have at it. They’re both crazy, so it will be worth the money. All proceeds will go to the College Fund for Sweet One and Wee One.
Now that would be some Bad Bad Good Good Juju.
Bwah Ha Fucking Ha.
Cool Runnings!
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July 04, 2006
Blogroll Maintenance
I've added some good Blogs to the Roll, and I also took out the trash.
Yabu needs a clean house...if you know what I mean.
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You Wear Nothing...
...but you wear it so well.
I'm just sayin'
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Independence
US Declaration of Independence
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Riding The Sink
I wish I could take credit for this, but I can't. At least, I say I can't and I'll go to my grave sticking by that story.
Many years ago, a good friend of mine moved to Boston. Obviously, moving from the South, to Boston, was guaranteed to be traumatic. And it was, but that's another story.
He had an old Southern home with an extraordinary upstairs bathroom that had a tub with feet, and a sink with one leg, which had a foot with toes. The hot and cold faucet controls were left and right hands. It was, without a doubt, the most interesting bathroom I'd ever used. We did some crazy things in there. I mean, come on, a sink with hands, and a leg and toes. The girls use to paint 'em foo foo colors, the fingers and toes that is. We even put a cast on that leg one night, and we all signed it. Sick, don't you think.
My friend had already moved, so we decided to break on into the other side, and basically, pinch the sink, and ship it to him. It seemed like a good idea at the time. The house was locked, but was not a problem. We entered through the back. That is another story.
The next thing I knew, we were upstairs in the bathroom, with flashlights beaming, laughing our asses off, and yanking that damn sink out. I'll admit, I'd never stolen a sink before.
We now have a freestanding sink, but never thought about how to get it down the stairs. No problem, all we need is a 4X4 piece of plywood, and we'll be good to go. I'm not going to tell you where we got that, but suffice to say, we had to break out the toolbox.
We're standing at the top of the stairs, doing the math, and dumbass me volunteered to ride it down. Stupid.
The plan was: for me to sit in the sink, hold the ropes that we'd attached to everything, and guide it as I was being lowered to the first floor by my faithful buddies.
Break: This damn sink weighed about a thousand pounds.
So: My ass is in the sink, they move me to the top stairs, and shit happens.
They: Let go of the lines.
Next: My young ass is riding the sink down the damn stairs, and it only took a couple of seconds before I was unconscious, I think.
Me and the Sink: Crashed through the front door, which was closed and locked with a deadbolt, breaking all the windows and glass panes, and down five steps into the front yard. Man, that fucking hurt.
Next: I was cut and bruised, laying in the damn front yard with a busted sink, while my friends were laughing so hard they couldn't come to my aid.
I got about 20 stitches from that FUN.
Have you ever crashed through a door and window while riding a sink?
I will never be able to shake that story...everytime I talk to my friends...it always comes up.
That was some Bad Bad Juju for sure.
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July 03, 2006
When You Gotta Go, You Gotta Go
I was traveling with two bitches lady friends in Europe. We were in London, (we'd been pub crawling all day) and were riding in the lower level of a big Red Double Decker bus, and I had to go, know what I mean?
I told the bus driver, you need to stop and let me off; I need the loo bad - now.
He said, no, you have to wait until my next stop. I asked again and received the same response.
Fortunately, there was no one seated in the back. I went aft past the passengers, anchored each leg against a seat, whipped it out and cut loose. I had no choice.
Well, guess what? He stopped that damn bus, and he was pissed. Excuse the pun.
I hit the back door with my two friends in tow, ran around the corner and disappeared into the first pub we came across and ordered some more pints.
The way I see it; I had two options, and the first one was unacceptable.
When you gotta go, you gotta go.
Anyway, it was a clean getaway.
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July 02, 2006
St. Augustine
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July 01, 2006
Eric The Red
Eric has posted what he believes happened. Threw me off the truck, or under the bus, so to speak.
It did not go down like that…here’s what really happened.
Eric is driving and Elisson is riding shotgun. The CRIP and me are in the back seat…He’s port, and I’m starboard.
Elisson is explaining how we can cut back to the other side, when Eric says, “This thing will turn on a dime.�?
Eric: “Is that a cop?�?
Elisson: I don’t think so,,,nope!�?
Yabu: “He’s too far away to tell�?
Denny, “Hey hey�?
Eric goes for it.
Bwahahahah!!!!
Turns out it was a cop and he had the blue lights on my boy Eric in a heartbeat.
So, we’re pulled over…tuned up and looking nice…and Eric does a really smart thing. Not only does he hand the cop his drivers’ license and proof of insurance and registration, but his concealed carry permit for the cannon. Very smart. Very very smart.
Bottom line: He WAS driving…not me. It was his decision to run the red arrow.
Ladies and Gentleman…that is the real story.
Yabu is clean!!!
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The Story Remains The Same
I was telling a story, by request, with good friends in Savannah.
Here is:
NIGHT OF THE FLATBED
That was some Bad Bad Juju if you happened to own one of our targets.
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