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I go fishing. I take a book and a chair. Throw the line out, start reading. If the fishing are biting too much, I just might leave the bait off the hook.
yes sir! I wish our weather was like this year round. If I'm not working my day job I'm hardly in the house. In the winter it's mostly couch potato mode but a heated can may draw me out...
Too much time in tech. Back in the basement. Hopefully I didn’t start a fight.
Gallows man, that’s a beautiful view. I got to get out of this city and move back to the country.
we love it out here. Only seven homes on this road and our neighbors are great and not too close. I just wish I could of convinced my wife to make the move 15 years earlier.
Some drunk guy walks up and wants to chat. He’s the brother of an older raunchy couple that has rented their place in this development since it was built. The lady has no teeth and screams, she doesn’t talk, only screams. Only having 5 teeth in her mouth sure makes a high pitched squeal. 😬 They have a 40yr inbred looking son that lives with them and doesn’t work. Dad is quite the character too. About 5’4” and these yahoos have been drinking in their driveway all day. Anyways, drunk guy comes up my driveway and says he is the brother from Oklahoma and he can’t get back home because covid restrictions won’t let him cross the border. We all know that’s a lie. He’s probably “living” their illegally so they won’t let him cross. These raunchy neighbours, only ones in this area, have to be the worst people I’ve met. They walk all over everyone’s lawns instead of walking on walkways, let their little hellion of a dog **** on everyone’s lawns (not crap - dog craps in the upstairs bedroom of their place - seriously, that’s what they told me) and they scream at each other in hillbilly accents all day long. Their direct next door neighbours sold their place because of them. Real hillbilly, like Alabama backwoods, not Scags hillbilly TN backwoods. 😂. These people don’t like me so I’m thinking I might have to kick a hillbilly, bad hip and all. Nope, my other normal neighbours came over so the drunk brother took off. The reason for not liking me is because one day the dad was sitting in his car in the driveway and was laying on the horn. I yelled over, HORN WORKS, CHECK THE LIGHTS. 😂. He yelled something back so I went to the end of my driveway as the wife was pulling on my arm. He stopped the damn honking and went inside.
Some drunk guy walks up and wants to chat. He’s the brother of an older raunchy couple that has rented their place in this development since it was built. The lady has no teeth and screams, she doesn’t talk, only screams. Only having 5 teeth in her mouth sure makes a high pitched squeal. 😬 They have a 40yr inbred looking son that lives with them and doesn’t work. Dad is quite the character too. About 5’4” and these yahoos have been drinking in their driveway all day. Anyways, drunk guy comes up my driveway and says he is the brother from Oklahoma and he can’t get back home because covid restrictions won’t let him cross the border. We all know that’s a lie. He’s probably “living” their illegally so they won’t let him cross. These raunchy neighbours, only ones in this area, have to be the worst people I’ve met. They walk all over everyone’s lawns instead of walking on walkways, let their little hellion of a dog **** on everyone’s lawns (not crap - dog craps in the upstairs bedroom of their place - seriously, that’s what they told me) and they scream at each other in hillbilly accents all day long. Their direct next door neighbours sold their place because of them. Real hillbilly, like Alabama backwoods, not Scags hillbilly TN backwoods. 😂. These people don’t like me so I’m thinking I might have to kick a hillbilly, bad hip and all. Nope, my other normal neighbours came over so the drunk brother took off. The reason for not liking me is because one day the dad was sitting in his car in the driveway and was laying on the horn. I yelled over, HORN WORKS, CHECK THE LIGHTS. 😂. He yelled something back so I went to the end of my driveway as the wife was pulling on my arm. He stopped the damn honking and went inside.
Since I’m thinking about it; so wife’s minivan is an 8spd, other day I’m driving it and 50 mph I’m doing 1100 rpm. How is that possible? I mean I know HOW but that seems nuts to me. I’m convinced it starts in 2nd or 3rd the way it drives and it automatically goes into ECO mode whatever the hell that is. What’s funny is the van almost has same payload as my old 2011 F150 which was 1365 lbs!
