TSCLT 12.0: The pantheon hates a pussy 2.0

I spend a few minutes with IRS form 1040-X. I was prudent and got my taxes in early in the year, but then, there was an epiphany that some of the state's handout to residents was not taxable. And, it was my duty to alert the IRS to the fact that they had too much of my money.
 
It is meet, right, and your bounder duty that in all times and in all places you get your shekels back from your uncle's grabby clutches. Plus, it is the will of Allah made material.


Happy Monday. Back to work and all that stuff. Slept decently. The rain finally blew the rest of the way out yesterday and we should have a decent week weather wise. And work wise, too.


Fucking Miami, eh?


Coffee . . . .


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Taylor Swift is as ubiquitous as the all-seeing eyes of my Grandpa’s Jesus that flowed you everywhere. I can't even get away from her by watching football. Damn you Travis! Damn you all to hell!

She's just going to chew you up and spit you out.

The little woman has a man-problem.
 
No Taylor Swift here this morning, we started with Sabaton, then there was some Santana with some Stone Sour and Bullet For My Valentine thrown in along with a talk about the music industry and the impact KISS had on it. That's the way to start a Monday morning.
 
It should be a nice week, weatherwise. Temperatures will stay below 50°F, but shouldn't be down to freezing, although there will be some serious frost in parts of town. It's time for the end of the garden party.
 
How "taught" is Taylor Swift's belly? Inquiring minds and all.


We have the HVAC crew here. No painters yet. The manglement contractors called to say they'd be here at 11. "We have storm debre to attend to."


Lunchtime!!! And I have a stack of calls to make. It's a real bitch tobe this fucking important . . . .


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I think the TS thing is silly. It takes two to tangle and given how public her history has been I think he's the one who needs to see a mental health practitioner.
 
Dix can use her taught belly in his new story "Teaching Kelce."

Or maybe he can use Mila Kunis to do a retro (EVERYONE's 18! DAMNIT!), Teaching "Kelso..."
 
Gorgeous wether continues. It even had the manners to rain at night as not to interrupt any green line-drying, the only way that we are ever going to prevent GlowBall Warning.

Flintstones, meet the Flintstones, we're a modern stone-age family...
 
They measure it in money, so she's a jeenyus.


Happy Tuesday. Junior is in town for a work thing. He and I met for supper after work. First visit in too long. I'm figuring to go down the week of Thanksgiving for a few days, and he has already come up with a plan for us. Hey, sounds like a deal to me.


Slept okay. Cats are quiet, until one of them runs and one of the others chases.


I'ma chasing this coffee down my throat.


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Dix can use her taught belly in his new story "Teaching Kelce."

Or maybe he can use Mila Kunis to do a retro (EVERYONE's 18! DAMNIT!), Teaching "Kelso..."



You know, sooner or later it'll become a geriatric fantasy and everyone is 80.


No taught bellies there . . . .


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I've been putting off getting that second cup, but now the first cup needs to be dealt with, so as long as I'm up...


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I want a wood chipper and not in a dispose of the bodies sort of way, but a I need to do a lot of mulching way.

Will red concrete dye work with wood chips?
 
Hmmm, maybe.


Here at the job. I was told to hurry up-n-wait on the shower wall. Ark-eee-tex know best, it seems. We do need to institute a full-blown submittal process even though it's us what owns the motherfuckers.


I do like our ark-eee-teck, in reality.


You can’t hold a man down without staying down with him.

~ Booker T. Washington


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The bike went in to the shop on Saturday. It was giving me the flickering oil pressure sender lamp thing. The Guy (Wrench) called. The sender would be the easy thing. It has a new sender, but it's still doing it. The interruption seems to be some electronic piece of shit called the Body Control Module. Oh joy!!! New one: $2200. Fuck me to tears. Not to fear, my wrench is resourceful. He's calling around to see if anyone else has run into this and if so, what did they do. Also, is there a rewire or bypass arrangement which will solve it.


We'll see what happens.


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Fucking finicky electronic pieces of shit. Besides, Wat hates electrical issues.


Got the water leak fixed. Got wetter because of the unforecast rain. Go figure.


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Taylor Swift is as ubiquitous as the all-seeing eyes of my Grandpa’s Jesus that flowed you everywhere. I can't even get away from her by watching football. Damn you Travis! Damn you all to hell!

She's just going to chew you up and spit you out.

The little woman has a man-problem.
Strong, successful professional women scare the bejeebus out of the little housesquaw AJ.

We know why....
 
Drove home. In the rain. Right/shiny side up. It's really not all that difficult.


Damned fine in-grazing this evening . . . .


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