I was thinking about buying a hundred shares or so of Anheuser- Busch/Inbev (BUD) since the stock was so depressed because of the Dylan Mulvaney fiasco (Hey, it can't get worse, right?).

I'm so glad I didn't do that. Gates might just finish off the company, not to mention lacing it with mRNA bullshit.

I think a good investment might be BYRN, Byrna, they make pepper ball guns here in Ft. Wayne (started in South Africa). I've bought several for me and friends. They're badass for stopping bad humans if you don't want want to step into the killing zone. Been there, done that, sucks.

My sister up near Chiraq called me and told me Sean Hannity was doing a segment about them tonight and I should find it. Crap, my email will be filled with them puffing out their chest tomorrow morning.

I've got three pistols here (grey; ceiling of work truck, yellow; headbord in the bordello, orange; everyday carry), bought my sister near Chiraq a pink one, Sling Blade an orange one, my buddy Rainman a black one. Phinehas said if you use the code HANNITY, you get 10% off.

I really like the things, I think Tommy has some too (Like he'd ever show somebody mercy). He's a great guy, don't get me wrong, just don't get on his wrong side. His pronouns are 'Try It Asshole'.

(Edit) His dogs only speak and understand Russian, just sayin'. Well, they might not exactly be dogs, per se, wolves, bears, something, they have ears and are beautiful.

www.youtube.com/@Byrnanation

Tommy's Song (2023)

Tommy's Song (2023)

Pacman's Song (2023)

When I sober up, we might need to talk.

"...I can't remember everything we said, but we said to much..."

I didn't mind spending $545.17 to get a little girl's "support cat" out of hock, but when her mother texted me that she wanted money to get out of financial trouble in the middle of a divorce, that was fucking low- rent shit.

Sell the last fucking car I bought you and take care of your family. Your daughter wouldn't like my terms of repayment. Is she soliciting or am I pandering?

I didn't call her, she texted me. I didn't reply.

I didn't mind helping out a young girl, it's not her fault that her parents are assholes.

Goddamn. (Edit) I'm so cynical it's pathetic.

$545.17

I don't know why that number is stuck in my head so tight, it's a good night drinkin' with my remaining buddies.

Maybe it's the tragedy of the situation. I'm not used to having children leaving voicemails at the secret airbase landline that sound like they're going to commit suicide.

I got the girl's Nana over here double-quick and ended the event with a check to the vet clinic. Nana's treated me like shit ever since.

When we lived in Palatine, Illinois, the cops had a listening post set up in an empty apartment in the building next door to me. They tapped telephones of a bunch of Mexicans for dealing dope. Every might at Midnight a cop would show up to pick up reports. They busted a bunch of them.

Those creeps would sit in their cars playing Lacucaracha music. I would open the sliding door of my apartment and pop off a Bird Bomb. It would explode right over the hood of their car. Then they started to yammer in Mexican. Screw 'em. ;)

Fly on the windscreen

When we drove the big truck to Florida, there were these big moths that would hit the windshield. It would take a lot of washer fluid to get the crap off the window. That is why there was a two gallon washer fluid reservoir. ;)