I just wanted to say “Thanks” to the gang down from CCCLA. BTW Gail I think I heard someone say (about you) that they were going “to cut off a piece and take a bite”. What the hell is that all about?!?!? Perhaps it was me that said it….who knows? I was cool to find out that Erika and I are both big “Doyer” baseball fans. I am still waiting for my jersey. Which reminds me. I have been playing all day on that damn “Noentiendo ®” set ever sense ya left D. Lopez! Que huevada…huevon! Be that as it may I hope that Kelly-aquin is settling back into her AA meetings since she has gotten back to LA. As for Han(d)sy I think that Autumn is right in saying that what you are really missing about Bolivia is Eliaquin (spelled E-l-i-a-q-u-i-n) and his constant pulling on that long hose all day long. Speaking of Autumn everybody is still talking about the Home Coming Princess/Prom Queen but definitely not like all the soldier boys are still talking about Casey all over the base! All this about girls… I am still trying to remember if it was a male cheerleader or female cheerleader from Arizona State that was in that story about Matt? And how many were there? I am not going to say much about Dr. Rudy Patel accept that that anchor woman that you called a bitch and then later repented cuz she was really hot keeps on calling asking about “that sweet guy who wags his head while he sings Persian love songs all the time”. That Rudy is so hot right now! The kids have been missing you Chris. Specially Thomas. He has been asking when you are going to get him on American Idol and if you think that he would have a chance. He is pretty good with a sling shot.
Also to clear my conscience I must say that I will never,,,, ever…again sneak into a Bolivian boy’s bathroom with Brenda and Kelly again. That place was friggin’ nasty…. specially at the Cochabamba fair grounds! I can also say that the gerbils living in my back yard feel much more at ease without Irene constantly chasing them around the garden….thank you very much! And last but not least Dr. Henry, Tammy says she misses talking theology and about God issues with you.
So there it is folks! Give a round of applause the CCCLA group!
Steady as she blows!
FeO2 “El Juevudo"
Three Religiions
Facing the wall
April 30th, 2008: Panties and over-the-shoulder-boulder-holders!
So my chiropractic mission group is now in town. I went to do an interview to promote this project at a local TV station this am which is called the "Mañanera" (morning show). As providence would have it I was set up to go on camara after the 2 lingerie models. These two girls were stealing the show up until that point modeling their companies wears in a very high-falootin’ fashion. I watched them run passed me several times through the waiting room where I was. They were trotting in what looked to be very uncomfortable high heels back and forth to the bathroom which was their dressing room. This was all to change their undies between different appearances. I even caught the sight of the edge of an ariola as one was running out of the bathroom still tucking herself in on the way to the sound stage. I wont lie and say that I was not entertained.......
Anyway when my turn came to go in for my interview I got the same questions as I usual do during these mission projects about the profession and the project itself from both the female and male interviewers who hosted the show. Then the male interviewer all of a sudden said "Why don’t you give us a demonstration on my partner here?" I said "Ok!" So I set up for a seated cervical adjustment on the woman interviewer’s neck. Then it happened. The lapel microphone that she was wearing picked up the complete posterior joint cavitations sounds or the cracking sounds of a chiropractic adjustment. This event thundered through the stations sound system. It was awesome! The camera men heads poked out from the behind the cameras and the male interviewer’s eyes popped out of his head. She was kind of dazed for a little while but when she came to she said "That was fantastic!". Then every body was taking pictures of ME for once. Everybody had then forgotten all about the little "panty weasels" that were on not even 5 minutes before. It is little something I like to call "fightin' for survival". I nailed that bitch! Or as Will Ferrell would say "That's how ya debate!!!"
Then I spent the rest of my camera time smilin' and sippin' on a Coca-cola (product placement) with my TV hosts for the sponsors all the while saying “Mmmm this Coca-cola is delicious!”.
When I rock the mic, I rock the mic!!
FeO2
Anyway when my turn came to go in for my interview I got the same questions as I usual do during these mission projects about the profession and the project itself from both the female and male interviewers who hosted the show. Then the male interviewer all of a sudden said "Why don’t you give us a demonstration on my partner here?" I said "Ok!" So I set up for a seated cervical adjustment on the woman interviewer’s neck. Then it happened. The lapel microphone that she was wearing picked up the complete posterior joint cavitations sounds or the cracking sounds of a chiropractic adjustment. This event thundered through the stations sound system. It was awesome! The camera men heads poked out from the behind the cameras and the male interviewer’s eyes popped out of his head. She was kind of dazed for a little while but when she came to she said "That was fantastic!". Then every body was taking pictures of ME for once. Everybody had then forgotten all about the little "panty weasels" that were on not even 5 minutes before. It is little something I like to call "fightin' for survival". I nailed that bitch! Or as Will Ferrell would say "That's how ya debate!!!"
Then I spent the rest of my camera time smilin' and sippin' on a Coca-cola (product placement) with my TV hosts for the sponsors all the while saying “Mmmm this Coca-cola is delicious!”.
When I rock the mic, I rock the mic!!
FeO2
14th of April, 2007, Monday, Pics of me.
So I decided to go through the Rusty albums again and as usual I was embarrassed at what I found. But instead of turning my back on my past I decided to embrace it and accept who I am. So I have made a fun game of this for you. (One of Rusty’s social enhancement activities). The game is to find the picture that is the most irreparably emotionally damaging to the viewers mental conscious. http://picasaweb.google.com/rustyfirestone/RustyTheKid
You may laugh, you may smile, and you may get board and want to go make your self a sandwich.
So now I leave you with one more quote from Deep Thoughts by Jack Handy
“If you go to a costume party at your boss's house, wouldn't you think a good costume would be to dress up like the boss's wife? Trust me, it’s not”
Good luck to you! I will await your answers
FeO2
PS I must apologies in front of all to Tammy of whom I have committed the unpardonable transgression of scraping all the nuts off the top of the "Fudgie Wudgie" brand fudge. I am soooooo sorry!
So here are the responses to my last blog:
Lisa wrote: “Very cute! I also noticed your baby dolls on the floor!”
Rusty wrote: “Those ‘baby dolls’ happened to get me through high school, college, and most of life in general! Thank you very much.”
Jim Lopez wrote: “I remember you flopping as you were pounded by the waves, trying to stay on that atomic capsule of a board.”
Rusty wrote: “Dude wasn’t that the day that you asked me to help you take off your winter suit (that was at that point stuck around your ankles) while lying on your back in the grass with your legs up in the air? To steady myself I had to plant my foot on your crotch to pull the opposite direction of said anatomy. I remember your eyes bulging out of your head almost as much as your little red testis out on each side of my foot. BTW who the hell wears tighty-whities under neoprene? (besides you of course) Hey you owe me a signed copy of your newly published book.
You should meet my other friend that has the same name as you. His name is Rev. Gym Yurika (pronounced “you-reek-uh”). He is kind of a false profit though…..but in a good way. So Rev. Gym Yurika the “False Profit” meet Jim Lo “the After Glow”.
Daryle wrote: “Nice, Rusty, nice. How did you save your work on that? “
Rusty wrote: “Shut up Daryle!”
Oh yes I almost forgot…the answer to the game of “find the picture that is the most irreparably emotionally damaging to the viewers” is……the one of “Rusty the Arteest”. In this picture I am not wearing any pants! Nobody got it right. Ha-ha!
You may laugh, you may smile, and you may get board and want to go make your self a sandwich.
So now I leave you with one more quote from Deep Thoughts by Jack Handy
“If you go to a costume party at your boss's house, wouldn't you think a good costume would be to dress up like the boss's wife? Trust me, it’s not”
Good luck to you! I will await your answers
FeO2
PS I must apologies in front of all to Tammy of whom I have committed the unpardonable transgression of scraping all the nuts off the top of the "Fudgie Wudgie" brand fudge. I am soooooo sorry!
So here are the responses to my last blog:
Lisa wrote: “Very cute! I also noticed your baby dolls on the floor!”
Rusty wrote: “Those ‘baby dolls’ happened to get me through high school, college, and most of life in general! Thank you very much.”
Jim Lopez wrote: “I remember you flopping as you were pounded by the waves, trying to stay on that atomic capsule of a board.”
Rusty wrote: “Dude wasn’t that the day that you asked me to help you take off your winter suit (that was at that point stuck around your ankles) while lying on your back in the grass with your legs up in the air? To steady myself I had to plant my foot on your crotch to pull the opposite direction of said anatomy. I remember your eyes bulging out of your head almost as much as your little red testis out on each side of my foot. BTW who the hell wears tighty-whities under neoprene? (besides you of course) Hey you owe me a signed copy of your newly published book.
You should meet my other friend that has the same name as you. His name is Rev. Gym Yurika (pronounced “you-reek-uh”). He is kind of a false profit though…..but in a good way. So Rev. Gym Yurika the “False Profit” meet Jim Lo “the After Glow”.
Daryle wrote: “Nice, Rusty, nice. How did you save your work on that? “
Rusty wrote: “Shut up Daryle!”
Oh yes I almost forgot…the answer to the game of “find the picture that is the most irreparably emotionally damaging to the viewers” is……the one of “Rusty the Arteest”. In this picture I am not wearing any pants! Nobody got it right. Ha-ha!
Thurs., April 3rd, 2008, So why can’t I get along with clergy?!?
Yesterday I went to lunch at a local reunion of all the Anglican/ Episcopalian clergy in the Bolivian diocese which was being held at the Bishops house here in Cochabamba. After lunch the bishop’s wife walked into the house with this gigantic cast on her hand. I thought for kicks I would squeeze her “cast” and ask her if it hurt. “Ha-ha” right? Well as luck would have it when I squeezed the supposed cast the bishop’s wife let out a blood curdling scream. Apparently the cast was not a cast but a bandage instead. Nothing is what it seems any more. Give me the days when a cast was a cast and sharp, shooting, exquisite pain is what it seems! Anyway the bishop’s wife started screaming and crying then all of a sudden she bent over and latched her jaws onto my arm and held this excruciating grip for what seemed to be an eternity. I really did not know what to do at this point. “What would Jesus do?”
Then later I took my parents to dinner with all the priests that were united for this weekend meeting. I took my parents because my father is an Anglican priest and he did not have a ride as he was from out of town. My mother who is also an ordained deacon was part of the group. So there I am in the middle of all these priests and the bishop. Well, as any one in their proper mind would do I ordered several beers to take the edge off the pressure of the company that I was in. So after a couple of mean liters the bishop asked me how my trip went to Chile and if I had ridden any funiculars. I then told him that we had indeed ridden a funicular to the top of the center hill of Santiago to where there is a big statue of the Virgin Mary. But what I apparently said was “I went up to the virgin but I did not get up on top of her…heh-heh…hiccup!” At this point I felt my parents sphincters tighten from 8 feet away and one of the younger priest dropped his head to the table and lost himself in uncontrollable laughter. Unfortunately he was the only one that really laughed. Their were two other priests that gave up a couple of nervous snickers and everybody else was silent. The Bishop then looked at me sideways and said “Amen brother.” As if to say “It’s a good thing you did not!”
If Gym would have been there he would have been right proud of his little bastard.
Steady as she goes!
FeO2
Then later I took my parents to dinner with all the priests that were united for this weekend meeting. I took my parents because my father is an Anglican priest and he did not have a ride as he was from out of town. My mother who is also an ordained deacon was part of the group. So there I am in the middle of all these priests and the bishop. Well, as any one in their proper mind would do I ordered several beers to take the edge off the pressure of the company that I was in. So after a couple of mean liters the bishop asked me how my trip went to Chile and if I had ridden any funiculars. I then told him that we had indeed ridden a funicular to the top of the center hill of Santiago to where there is a big statue of the Virgin Mary. But what I apparently said was “I went up to the virgin but I did not get up on top of her…heh-heh…hiccup!” At this point I felt my parents sphincters tighten from 8 feet away and one of the younger priest dropped his head to the table and lost himself in uncontrollable laughter. Unfortunately he was the only one that really laughed. Their were two other priests that gave up a couple of nervous snickers and everybody else was silent. The Bishop then looked at me sideways and said “Amen brother.” As if to say “It’s a good thing you did not!”
If Gym would have been there he would have been right proud of his little bastard.
Steady as she goes!
FeO2
April 1, 2008, Party Favorites by Rusty
Captains Blog: “Party Favorites by Rusty”
So I just got back from Chile where we did various touristy type activities. One of these activities was to ride the “funicular”. Right now you may be asking “What the hell is a funicular?” It is sort of a tram/trolley system that transport people and things up steep grades and hills in Chile. Chile has been famous for these apparatti for many years. So while I was riding these things I came up with a cool activity that you can do whenever you get together to impress your hoity-toitty friends at a party, barmitzfas, or what ever. What you do is start making up sentences where you can interchange the words “funicular” and “vernacular”. Example: “I spoke to her in her own local (funicular/vernacular) and she understood me.” Believe me there are thousands of combinations. Once you get this going at a graduation or wedding you will find that you and your friends will soon be laughing copiously like a bunch of friggin’ idiots. The party never ends with one of these Rusty’s social suggestions for party fun. (BTW, Did I mention the weed and the LSD is a given?)
So concludes the report of my trip to Chile.
Oh wait! I forgot to mention that I got a couple cool new posters for my random poster collection. For those of you who do not know I have this hobby of collecting random posters in the different countries that I go to. (Christmas getting’ ideas…hint-hint, wink-wink, say no more) These posters are usually found on walls, windows, and such of used book stores and coffee shops. They will usually be announcing cultural events like theaters, concerts and other things that have cool graphics. Chile rendered “The Marijuana Monologues” and “Terror Fest”. Unfortunately I had all these posters in a role that I left in my seat on the airplane when I got up to go to the bathroom. When I came back to my seat I found that Captain (who WAS a friend of ours) sitting in my seat chatting with Tammy and the other people that we were traveling with. To my chagrin my posters tightly tucked under his arse. Damn it! That’s the last time I fly LAN Chile even if they are a part of the so-called apocalyptical “One World Alliance”.
So take a look at the pics of the trip!
http://picasaweb.google.com/rustyfirestone/ChilePics
Feo2
So I just got back from Chile where we did various touristy type activities. One of these activities was to ride the “funicular”. Right now you may be asking “What the hell is a funicular?” It is sort of a tram/trolley system that transport people and things up steep grades and hills in Chile. Chile has been famous for these apparatti for many years. So while I was riding these things I came up with a cool activity that you can do whenever you get together to impress your hoity-toitty friends at a party, barmitzfas, or what ever. What you do is start making up sentences where you can interchange the words “funicular” and “vernacular”. Example: “I spoke to her in her own local (funicular/vernacular) and she understood me.” Believe me there are thousands of combinations. Once you get this going at a graduation or wedding you will find that you and your friends will soon be laughing copiously like a bunch of friggin’ idiots. The party never ends with one of these Rusty’s social suggestions for party fun. (BTW, Did I mention the weed and the LSD is a given?)
So concludes the report of my trip to Chile.
Oh wait! I forgot to mention that I got a couple cool new posters for my random poster collection. For those of you who do not know I have this hobby of collecting random posters in the different countries that I go to. (Christmas getting’ ideas…hint-hint, wink-wink, say no more) These posters are usually found on walls, windows, and such of used book stores and coffee shops. They will usually be announcing cultural events like theaters, concerts and other things that have cool graphics. Chile rendered “The Marijuana Monologues” and “Terror Fest”. Unfortunately I had all these posters in a role that I left in my seat on the airplane when I got up to go to the bathroom. When I came back to my seat I found that Captain (who WAS a friend of ours) sitting in my seat chatting with Tammy and the other people that we were traveling with. To my chagrin my posters tightly tucked under his arse. Damn it! That’s the last time I fly LAN Chile even if they are a part of the so-called apocalyptical “One World Alliance”.
So take a look at the pics of the trip!
http://picasaweb.google.com/rustyfirestone/ChilePics
Feo2
7th of March, 2008 Drugs-drugs-drugs!
Johnnie, my secretary, was slightly limping around the office this am. I did not have to ask him what was up as he has recently been complaining about this pain he has been having in his ankle. Every chance he has had he has been lifting his pant leg to show me how he has been suffering. I gave him several recommendations but as usual he ignored me. So this am I heard my last complaint and I told him to lie down on the table face down. I told him to loosen his drawers. His eyes got really big and he looked at me with disbelief. Then I had to order him. At which point he proceeded to get down on the table. I took out a syringe and an anti-inflammatory and started the process of drawing the medication.
He then looked at me and said “You are so calm when you do that.”
I said “That is because it is not me who is lying on the table, heh-heh.” So when I finally got around to the harpooning part I was surprised to see and feel how easy the needle just slid right into Johnnie’s ass. I was expecting the skin to resist a little more than it did. Another thing that I noticed is that Johnnie had really smooth and soft buttocks. Who would a thunk it!?!? Anywhoo, Johnnie got off the table fastened his belt and went back to his desk. I said “Como esta la nacha ahora?” He didn’t say much. The next time he came back to give me a file I noticed his slight limp had turned into a severe and pronounced limp. But I have not heard a single complaint from him for the rest of the day. So I may conclude that the therapy was a success. Yeah!
In other news early this am before I went to the office for work I went down to visit Don Alfredo my neighbor and close friend. When I got there he started to tell me how his last renter grew this crazy plant and that he just found out it was a marijuana plant. Oddly enough for all his being aghast over the situation he had not thrown the plant away or destroyed it. I said to him after noticing this “Alfredo, why you are just letting this plant go to waste….I mean it is just sitting there drying up. Doesn’t it have some kind of use or something?”
So I am sure that all of you are wondering what exactly I will be doing this weekend. Well since Ginsberg my black lab has gone into heat I plan on inviting Dino the neighbors blond male lab to come over. This will be the second time Dino has been over this heat. The first time he was a complete failure cuz he is a wimp. This time I plan on holding Ginsberg in a head lock to keep her from moving. Well on second thought I better try some kind of hold-down maneuver that does not require me to turn my back to Dino. I do not trust his intelligence as of late.
Anyway I would like to give a shout to all my friends out there in e-mail land! Thanks for the pic.s Jan! Paula try to stay alive out there it’s a dog-eat-dog world! Sofia you mamma and I are still friends. Gym, have an extra hot-dog for me while you are in the US at that spring training game while you are supposed to be working! Shane keep shoveling that snow. Ron keep the birdie pics commin'. LeMel where the hell is that blog site?!?!? Daryl those truly were amazing pic.s of holes in the ground ya sent over. Keep on using your time wisely! Joanne, I would totally be board without your am online chats! Thanks for the stimulating e-mail debates Unkie Ray but your pagan Scandinavian roots are starting to show! And yes all, Tammy will be playing the role of the harlot (la putita) in the church play! So if anybody is interested in a DVD of the play let me know.
Have a great weekend!
FeO2
He then looked at me and said “You are so calm when you do that.”
I said “That is because it is not me who is lying on the table, heh-heh.” So when I finally got around to the harpooning part I was surprised to see and feel how easy the needle just slid right into Johnnie’s ass. I was expecting the skin to resist a little more than it did. Another thing that I noticed is that Johnnie had really smooth and soft buttocks. Who would a thunk it!?!? Anywhoo, Johnnie got off the table fastened his belt and went back to his desk. I said “Como esta la nacha ahora?” He didn’t say much. The next time he came back to give me a file I noticed his slight limp had turned into a severe and pronounced limp. But I have not heard a single complaint from him for the rest of the day. So I may conclude that the therapy was a success. Yeah!
In other news early this am before I went to the office for work I went down to visit Don Alfredo my neighbor and close friend. When I got there he started to tell me how his last renter grew this crazy plant and that he just found out it was a marijuana plant. Oddly enough for all his being aghast over the situation he had not thrown the plant away or destroyed it. I said to him after noticing this “Alfredo, why you are just letting this plant go to waste….I mean it is just sitting there drying up. Doesn’t it have some kind of use or something?”
So I am sure that all of you are wondering what exactly I will be doing this weekend. Well since Ginsberg my black lab has gone into heat I plan on inviting Dino the neighbors blond male lab to come over. This will be the second time Dino has been over this heat. The first time he was a complete failure cuz he is a wimp. This time I plan on holding Ginsberg in a head lock to keep her from moving. Well on second thought I better try some kind of hold-down maneuver that does not require me to turn my back to Dino. I do not trust his intelligence as of late.
Anyway I would like to give a shout to all my friends out there in e-mail land! Thanks for the pic.s Jan! Paula try to stay alive out there it’s a dog-eat-dog world! Sofia you mamma and I are still friends. Gym, have an extra hot-dog for me while you are in the US at that spring training game while you are supposed to be working! Shane keep shoveling that snow. Ron keep the birdie pics commin'. LeMel where the hell is that blog site?!?!? Daryl those truly were amazing pic.s of holes in the ground ya sent over. Keep on using your time wisely! Joanne, I would totally be board without your am online chats! Thanks for the stimulating e-mail debates Unkie Ray but your pagan Scandinavian roots are starting to show! And yes all, Tammy will be playing the role of the harlot (la putita) in the church play! So if anybody is interested in a DVD of the play let me know.
Have a great weekend!
FeO2
So the results are in. I have just got back the responses to my last blog. They are the following:
Offy said; “….the point is this. I blame Jhonny for [my] back injury, it was his fault that I was playing footie that night a year ago, so next time you’re feeling up his arse, give it a big SLAP for me and tell him that he owes me $200 for his ping pong table that’s been ready for him for several months.”
Rusty said; “Dude “playing footie (Offy’s way of saying footsies, I guess) with Johnnie”? It just may be you who will be seeing Johnnies arse next.”
Offy’s response to the pic. was; “I thought we were going to see a pic of you administering said drugs to his other pin cushion?”
Rusty said; “Apparently I will be leaving that one for you, Big Daddy!”
Then Sofa Loaf said; “Hee-hee! You made a funny! You touched Johnnie's booty!!!”
Rusy said; “Well when you put it that way I am afraid you are right. But is this the same as touching Johnnie in his pants? Should I have myself tested?”
Sofa Loaf’s response to the Pic. was; “What a pair. Makes me want to hug myself.”
Rusty said; “Knock yourself out!”
Then LeMel said; “What the hell, Rusty, I blog at the same site you do! Do you mean to say to me that you wouldn't be able to find your own ass if I held a mirror for you? On the other hand, I haven't posted anything in a while.”
Rusty said; “I guess but I didn’t need one to find Johnnies arse! Heh-heh.”
Then Anastasias response to the pic. was; “that is a SEXY picture of you two.”
Rusty said; “FINALLY a woman with taste!!!!”
Then Anastasia said; “I had to put is as my screen saver. Its been awhile since I had seen so much hotness in one place.”
Rusty said; “Your the reason God created women! Dan is sooo lucky to have you! I take back everything I have said in the past about you! You have just redeemed your sex.”
“As a young boy when you get splashed by a mud puddle on the way to school, you wonder if you should go home and change, but be late for school, or go to school and be dirty and soaking wet. Well while he tried to decide, I drove by and splashed him again!” Yet another Deep Thought frome Jack Handey.
Have a great week!
FeO2
Offy said; “….the point is this. I blame Jhonny for [my] back injury, it was his fault that I was playing footie that night a year ago, so next time you’re feeling up his arse, give it a big SLAP for me and tell him that he owes me $200 for his ping pong table that’s been ready for him for several months.”
Rusty said; “Dude “playing footie (Offy’s way of saying footsies, I guess) with Johnnie”? It just may be you who will be seeing Johnnies arse next.”
Offy’s response to the pic. was; “I thought we were going to see a pic of you administering said drugs to his other pin cushion?”
Rusty said; “Apparently I will be leaving that one for you, Big Daddy!”
Then Sofa Loaf said; “Hee-hee! You made a funny! You touched Johnnie's booty!!!”
Rusy said; “Well when you put it that way I am afraid you are right. But is this the same as touching Johnnie in his pants? Should I have myself tested?”
Sofa Loaf’s response to the Pic. was; “What a pair. Makes me want to hug myself.”
Rusty said; “Knock yourself out!”
Then LeMel said; “What the hell, Rusty, I blog at the same site you do! Do you mean to say to me that you wouldn't be able to find your own ass if I held a mirror for you? On the other hand, I haven't posted anything in a while.”
Rusty said; “I guess but I didn’t need one to find Johnnies arse! Heh-heh.”
Then Anastasias response to the pic. was; “that is a SEXY picture of you two.”
Rusty said; “FINALLY a woman with taste!!!!”
Then Anastasia said; “I had to put is as my screen saver. Its been awhile since I had seen so much hotness in one place.”
Rusty said; “Your the reason God created women! Dan is sooo lucky to have you! I take back everything I have said in the past about you! You have just redeemed your sex.”
“As a young boy when you get splashed by a mud puddle on the way to school, you wonder if you should go home and change, but be late for school, or go to school and be dirty and soaking wet. Well while he tried to decide, I drove by and splashed him again!” Yet another Deep Thought frome Jack Handey.
Have a great week!
FeO2
29th of Feb. 2008 (leap year) Cursin', Spittin' an' fightin'!
I decided to take my “Deluxe Cat Flap” to a carpenter who is making me a few new doors. In doing so I requested that he incorporate in this cat door into one of the human (Homo-Saipan “Yo, I ain’t down wid dat”) doors. After I had explained what I wanted to the carpenter he gave me this strange look like “What will you sick-perverted gringos think of next. Why in the hell would you want small animals just entering your house at random”. I then sensed his discomfort using my very acute super power of intercultural sensitivity. It was at this point that I gave him my best Spanky wink to relax him and to let him know that everything was cool! But for some reason this did not seem to put the poor bastard at ease. I really do not know why this did not work as it has always worked for Spanky. Could it be that all my years in putting faith in the Little Rascals has led me astray? Naaahhh!
Speaking of the cat, I was watching her yesterday “off” a gerbil/guinea pig. It reminded me of what Dan from LA told me once that house cats are the most vicious feline killers there are. Most animals in the feline class only kill for defense or for food. But the common house cat is the only one that kills for pleasure. So I thought of this as I watched Jack the Cat torturing this poor bleeding rodent. I had to turn my head even though you would think that I would be desensitized to this type of thing after seeing John Rambo. But it is just not true. Rambo did not blast any cute rodents. He just did a bunch of evil Burmese soldiers who were already going to hell anyway. I mean what do us as humans really care about them anyway.
Speaking about human, when Tammy got home today she told me to avoid the main route into town cuz there was a truck-driver fight going on in the middle of the road. So what did I do? You right! The redneck-hillbilly part of me says “This ain't som’in’ you wanna miss out on”. Sos I goes straightway to the wrastlin’ an’ cursin’. All the way there I could see some guys named Juancho and Claudino (typical Bolivian names) dukin’ it out. I was as giddy as a school girl. You know when you go to these events that you are always supposed to cheer for the guy who looks like he is loosing. Stuff like “Getem widcha good arm Juancho!”, “ Bite-em with that loose tooth Claudino!”, and last but not least “Get up Claudino…. what are you doing Juancho, keep kicking Claudino while he is down! No not there, you fool! In the crotch or the head! You will never get anywhere that way!”
Have a great weekend!
FeO2
Speaking of the cat, I was watching her yesterday “off” a gerbil/guinea pig. It reminded me of what Dan from LA told me once that house cats are the most vicious feline killers there are. Most animals in the feline class only kill for defense or for food. But the common house cat is the only one that kills for pleasure. So I thought of this as I watched Jack the Cat torturing this poor bleeding rodent. I had to turn my head even though you would think that I would be desensitized to this type of thing after seeing John Rambo. But it is just not true. Rambo did not blast any cute rodents. He just did a bunch of evil Burmese soldiers who were already going to hell anyway. I mean what do us as humans really care about them anyway.
Speaking about human, when Tammy got home today she told me to avoid the main route into town cuz there was a truck-driver fight going on in the middle of the road. So what did I do? You right! The redneck-hillbilly part of me says “This ain't som’in’ you wanna miss out on”. Sos I goes straightway to the wrastlin’ an’ cursin’. All the way there I could see some guys named Juancho and Claudino (typical Bolivian names) dukin’ it out. I was as giddy as a school girl. You know when you go to these events that you are always supposed to cheer for the guy who looks like he is loosing. Stuff like “Getem widcha good arm Juancho!”, “ Bite-em with that loose tooth Claudino!”, and last but not least “Get up Claudino…. what are you doing Juancho, keep kicking Claudino while he is down! No not there, you fool! In the crotch or the head! You will never get anywhere that way!”
Have a great weekend!
FeO2
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