Monday Madness

Or from the guy who comes around your office on a regular basis with an Igloo cooler full of tamales made by his Tia or Abuela (that aunt or grandmother for you gringos out there). You may risk a serious case of food poisoning and you might wish you were dead, but those tamales are some seriously good magic in a tin foil wrapper. 

This has been the hottest summer in North Texas in a lot of years. I've seen as high as 115 on the truck's temperature gauge. Friday, I got in the truck, and it said it was 122 outside until the truck started moving at which time it settled in at 111. It's beyond brutal. No rain since I don't know when, ponds are bone dry again, the 10 day forecast shows 100+ everyday, and going outside after 11:00AM feels like you are being roasted on a spit. 

Objectively, I know that modern, polymer, striker fired guns are better in almost everyway. I can shoot them as good or better than anything else. Subjectively, I could not care less. I am disciple of John Moses Browning as well as a revolver degenerate. Blue steel, wood stocks, excellent triggers...This is the Way.

I REALLY want to send this to a particular female at church, but...then I'd have to see that face for realsies. 

The car would also have to be made without plastics, synthetic fibers and rubber tires. Good luck with that. 

This is 100% true. Money is simply a fictional representation of a concept that few people truly understand. That $10 bill in your wallet has no intrinsic value on its own except that we all buy into the idea that we trade our time and skill for an easily transferable representation of that time and skill. No one likes to admit that some time and skill is more valuable than others. The idea that a 16 year old kid with no marketable skill is worth $15 an hour is ludicrous. Conversely, complaining that a mechanic who has spent 30 years learning his trade is not worth $125 an hour ignores the value that he or she brings to the table. End rant.

Gen X for the win. Take your safe place, and shove it up Lili Von Shtupp's (bell rings loudly).

M&M laughed at that one. 

I've always heard the joke as: What's the difference between Catholics and Baptists? Baptists don't recognize each other at the liquor store. 

I never knew this existed until a friend posted it on Facebook. I'm not sure who the marketing genius at Oscar Meyer was that came up with this little gem, but there are too many jokes in that for me to even figure out where to start. "Magic Wiener Whistle": sounds like something a child molester would think up. 

Start with Hillary, swing by and get Joe and Hunter, grab whoever was snorting coke in the White House while you are there (assuming that's not being redundant), pull the buses up to the Capitol building and load up Congress, then you'll really have to gear up to clear our all the Federal building swamp creatures....

I am so trying this next time I go to Colorado.

 

See....the first 4 words of that text that would probably be all that I read before reaching for a gun. M&M starts public school for the first time ever this week. I might or might not have volunteered to be a school security guard. We shall see how this works out and whether her class is "thinned" by the end of the week.