TSCLT 7.0: Hemis, Harleys, Hooters-n-Harridans

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Home. Grazed out a bit. Nothing special. It would have been carry-out had I brought it here, but I didn't.


Got a lot of shit knocked out today, but it's pretty grueling. The doors are all doored, except for the one I had to recut and simply haven't put back on its hinges. That was the biggest whack in the crotch. I still wonder how it happened, because I know those (the original) fuckers were there.


Waiting for a phone call from Saturday Night's Hawt "Date". :rolleyes: She's a nice woman.


So, why in Hell is she talking to Wat???? :eek:


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Went over to the local AFB to check out the static displays and watch the air show. The T'birds headlined those events and they were great as usual. Obviously I didn't get a lot done around the homestead.

See light at the end of the tunnel Wat?
 
Oh yeah!!! We'll get this building done by Tuesday evening and the one floor repair in the other one, and we'll check the site over on Wednesday.


The inspector arrived Thursday at 1100.


Insh'Allah, we'll have no more than 6 items outstanding.


The josh is alight for those who suffer, and for my tired ass . . . .


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I'ma try to work in a couple of long weekends and take a week or so at Independence Day.


To ride down and see the Little Wench from the town where the job was last summer.


I may want to relocate somewhere down there, when Mom kicks it.


Of course, she's going to outlive everyone on Lit. Except me. Maybe . . . .


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I wonder if she ^^^^^ gets dizzy when she bends over?

Can't get enough of that fried catfish and hushpuppies, right? :D
 
The catfish was okay. We can do hushpuppies here, quite well.


I'm a flounder kind of guy.


But it is a hospitable part of the world.


Allah only knows of what she is capable, and I ain't askin' . . . .


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Adios, Kokomo Muncie III

My dog Coco died yesterday after a mostly-grumpy life of about 13 years. He is not to be confused with the fictitious Bobo, who died a fictitious death on these pages due to extreme lasagna intake several months ago.
Breaking.
Anyway, Coco was living an unhappy life of about 18-20 hours a day in a cage. After hearing of his plight for several weeks from my daughter, I finally relented and told her to bring him home. That was 12 or so years ago.
Although he was fairly young at the time, he was scarred from the experience. I guess. Anyway, he never got over being grumpy and he was also singularly ugly, being part pit bull and part shih Tzu.
Yes, he was a bull shihT.
Over the course of my life I've had two great dogs and some decent runners up. Coco falls in the latter group. But he liked riding around with me, chugging along on those short legs through the house, then positioning himself so I could lift his fat body up into the car. He'd scramble to his side of the front seat, then eye the traffic while I stroked his neck.
I'll miss that.
Happy trails, Coco.
 
I'm sorry to read of your dog's passing.

They take up a bigger spot in our lives than we realize and we never know just how big until they're gone.
 
I'm sorry to read of your dog's passing.

They take up a bigger spot in our lives than we realize and we never know just how big until they're gone.

Yeah, no kidding. I can't believe how attached I got to the ugly little spud.
Thanks for the kind words.
 
Happy Sunday!!!


Sorry to hear about Coco's demise, but good to hear about the role he played in your life for so long. That's why we have the little shits - they take a place in our lives and in our hearts, and they don't give it back. I like my new little shits, but it's going to be a really bad day when Sox shuffles off to his great reward.


Day whatever of whatever and a few left to go. The job never ends, but it's ending very soon. We should be down to five units left after today.


All praises to Allah for his manifold blessings and great mercies . . . .


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Of course I/we do.


Sad thing is, we're the last weasels standing. Of course, the other guy managed the building, so he's getting a bit of a comeuppance. When you let them slink off, this is what happens.


The painters left us like the Colts left Baltimore.


As for myself, I'm not surprised anymore . . . .


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There is that, isn't there? Those that are left to clean up the mess are rarely those that made the mess to begin with. About all you can do is cross them off the invitation list for the next party.
 
I think that we have maybe four subs from this job that we'll use on the next one.


I tell you what I really miss is being able to be there from Day 1 and set shit up logically and run it as orderly as possible.


But Allah seems to have willed my eye for detail so that I can be the asshole who is really good at going behind and unfucking all the dumb shit and getting us out of these things. So, if that's the way it is, then so be it. No one else seems to like or want to do it.


So perhaps a molecule of josh smoke is for me and my . . . determination, and for dreams of what might be on another planet. Truth is, my life is super . . . .


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Don't be afraid of doing good. It's another name for happiness, for all that is dear and delightful--this phrase "doing good." Whoever would live well, Long lasting, bringing bliss-- Let him be generous, be calm, And cultivate the doing of good. By practicing these three, These three bliss-bringing things, The wise one lives without regret His world infused with happiness.



~ Itivuttaka Sutta


And we all know that doin' good ain't got no end . . . .


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Yeah, "Project Planning." In this age of specialization it seems that if you can do the job you aren't consider able to 'plan' it, and if you can 'plan' it you are incapable of 'doing' it. Intuitively there seems to be something wrong with that model.
 
I like the PM I work for. He needs to be a bit more pro-active about making sure shit is in place for Maximum Goodness.


Then all will be as Allah desires it.


He tends to let us do as we like, and Wat doesn't like what some of what the others do. But then, Wat can tend toward being a cruel and harsh taskmaster.


Very much like Allah, actually . . . .


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Not being stuck with a micro-manager is a good thing. Those types are a monumental pain in the ass.
 
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