Utah Bob #35998

COFFEE Now, some folks are fond of iced coffee But I gotta say me, not so much I like mine fresh from a pot on the stove All steaming and hot to the touch I’ll drink it when frost’s on the pumpkin And when fresh flowers wilt in the heat Sometimes with both cream and some sugar But sometimes just coal black and neat You miight say, “That makes no sense at all, Bob” “You’re liable to faint dead away” But when temps are in straight triple digits My insides are stable all day

We had a tiny one salvaged off a downed Loach. Took a while to get the wiring right. Mounted in a combat loss off the books jeep. Used it for firebase defense. Worked dang good. 😃 2/7 Cav, 1st Cav Div. 1970 Brrrrrrrrrrrrt!

Idiot.

The Russkis have been doing that for a while now. With mixed resultd.

You mean like only on Tuesdays? 😂

I’ve only had one in the shoulder years ago. I asked if it would hurt. He said, “Well, not me” Jolly joker. 🙄

Ever been there? 😡 Lemons They sat in the case at the local gun shop Gleaming like diamonds so bright He reached for his wallet, he just couldn’t stop He was plumb hypnotized by the sight He hurried on home and polished them there Not a speck of dust would remain The first in his club to possess such a pair Now they all would remember his name! Never heard of this gun brand but he had no fear That didn’t bother him none No reputation of track record here But just look how they gleam in the sun At the range his first shot was a bit to the right Maybe 12 inches or so He figured it must be a trick of the light His next shot was 9 inches low! The next one was left and more than a bit Our hero was starting to sweat He fired the next round, couldn’t tell where it hit He was staring to have some regrets He shook off the laughter of the guys at the range With just a few tears in his eyes Went home to his bench, got his tools all arranged And received an unpleasant surprise. He slugged the first gun with a feeing of peril “It’s too tight!”, He moaned in his pain But the same bullet rolled down the other gun’s barrel Like a pea in a 6 inch storm drain. Then he took them apart and noticed the rattle And the filings that fell to the floor He had seen more precision in a dang herd of cattle These new guns were much less than poor There were things that were bent and things that were broken And pieces that just didn’t fit “Caveat Emptor” were words he’d heard spoken As he threw a big gunfighter’s fit Down to the gun shop he stormed like the wind Not a happy cowboy at all When he got there he found a long line to stand in And he waited. Then “Next!” came the call He growled then and slammed the two new six-guns down “REFUND!”, was all he could croak “Well your too late my friend. This here outfit skipped town” “Your beef is with them but they’re broke!” “They stiffed all their workers. The factory’s shut And people are howling for death! Now you might just get lucky. You might get a break I don’t think I’d be holdin my breath.” Dejected and crushed with his hat in his hand Heartbroken, in the depths of despair He drove in to the city for their “Gun Buyback Plan” And got fifty-six bucks for the pair.

I saw George Gobel on the Tonight Show decades ago. He was an instructor pilot for the Air Force in Oklahoma during the war.😂 found a clip.

Of course we all do. Roosevelt didn’t want to do it.But he was brow beaten into it by Stinson and he gave in. Never should have,

I never heard it called a Craps fame. You go to a crap game to shoot craps. Hey Lefty where ya been? In the alley shootin craps. How bout you Mickey? I was just watchin the crap game is all.

I thought he was a Trandpsformer.

Don’t know, but if you put them on a clothes dryer and toss a cat in, he will go back in time. Really.

The army tried caravans back in the 1800s. Didn’t work out.

Then they imported Australian Pines! 🤬

I don’t.

Benchmade Bugout usually. Sometimes a Kershaw OTF auto.

My daddy was Neanderthal my momma was Cro-Magnon Each one thought the other made a fine companion They were both a different species Which I learned from observation Mom tended the ‘lectric fire And Pop brought home the bacon Mom taught dad just how to chill And how not to grunt and such Dad taught her to laugh and joke From both I learned so much The science guys say this all happened Several eons ago When interbreeding started Twixt the Nean tribe and Cro So my genes have both a bit of grunt And laughter has a lure As far as interbreeding goes I’m quite a fan for sure

It will cost me quite a bit of aggravation when it runs out.

A .22 Will kill you graveyard dead. It is significantly more effective than a. .25 auto but sill a poor choice for a self defense caliber. Unless you’re on of those sneaky assassin types.

Why were the French and UK flags flying there?

Hate it hate it hate it hate it!🤬

Saturday in the Park

My father in law was on Oki with the 77th Inf Division. Wounded twice he finished the war in the Army hospital in Atlanta.

Country Road

Legally no.