Bad day for dogs

My neighbor's dogs are aching to get into the house. The noise, the stink, the fog in my front yard from the thousands of mortar shells and fireworks fired and it isn't July 4th yet! Please, be kind today and this week ... bring in your dog, protect their ears --- poor companions, punished this time of year.

Flaming Balls -- Bad Ass

Flaming Balls -- Bad Ass
Originally uploaded by MDH, II.

I'd say if you had flaming balls, you wouldn't have hairy ass ... flaming.

Okay ... flaming, as in --- fag or on fire? I don't know about you, but I don't want to buy, hold, handle, or own flaming balls either gay or on fire. Shells for ass ... yikes!

Anyway ... conservative Indiana lifted a ban on C4 explosives and so we will have a fire-ridden 1st year of incindiary fun. I will have hoses in case the neighbors land firey rockets on the roof, they never care what time of night they fire them ... doubtful they'd have concern for their fire potential.

Bug out

or in ... depending on perspective
pestfast instead of breakfast; move over raisins, the beetles invade America
slimy, yet satisfying or awakening to How to Eat Fried Worms and other stuff that Baloo, Timone, Pumba aren't afraid to eat ... watch out for those American Cockroaches --- populate quickly, but oh so nasty.

Cider with boweavil spice, how nice

and rob it!

passing thought from a man with evil intent --- That's the 8:16.  I gotta catch that train ... and rob it!  (as if you weren't capable of doing anything about it)

 

I traveled with my father today so he could buy fireworks.  Oh boy!  I'm no longer a big fan of fireworks or at least my home display, for I'd rather do a circus show -- well planned with a floor (3-ring) show with high wire (rockets & mortors) to also captivate, people running around lighting the fuses and the dog chasing the sparks would make for the clowns.

 

I almost feel gipped when I see my own display, meager sampling; left with a broken wand, some jacks and magic corn -- enabling reindeer to fly.

recyling old jokes

Every now and then, in some bad situation -- though thoughts of escape come to mind -- you think, then MR states, "... it could be raining"* in response to your unasked qeustion of, "how could it be worse".  Then later timidly  spoken -- "Death ... by anga-banga!"+

 

 

* conversation from Young Frankenstein, WB

+ from rude joke

I'd rather be working

Much like the horse's, "I will work harder" * fulfilling the pig's regime's Stalinistic/Communist agenda; I volunteer this honestly about myself. I would rather be working than working on getting work and putting together my flaky resume. Cripes, what a stinker! If only there was a video dating-esque way of talking and showing who you were so you could prostitute yourself off to a good company for reasonable pay, hours, benefits.




* George Orwell's Animal Farm