Sgt. C.J. Sabre, SASS #46770

I used to love these things at about 8:00 in the evening watching T.V., so naturally they stopped making them.

According to The Great Philosopher, "If she ain't happy, you ain't happy. And if she ain't happy long enough, you're gonna be un happy with half your stuff." The Great Philosopher, of course, is Jeff Foxworthy.

We're the same. I'm retired and my wife is still working. I've taken over the laundry, dishes, and vacuuming. Her schedule is 7:00 P.M. to 7:00 A.M. Thursday, Friday, and Saturday. Saturday morning, we meet at a local place and I buy her Breakfast.

Say it ain't SO! Alpo's going to have a conniption.

I don't consider thanking the Lord Above for anything to be "preaching". EDIT: Okay, I just watched his speech, and I see what you mean. But it was still a breath of fresh air compared to the rest of those clowns.

It doesn't get any manlier than that. Our anniversary is coming up on the 14th. Our standard anniversary dinner is fish sticks, based on a bit by Jeff Foxworthy. So yesterday, while she was out for her Sunday outing with our daughter, I made my spaghetti for her. (She LOOOOVES my spaghetti).

Most Country artists used to be like him, at least into the 1990s. I don't know about now, because most Country music isn't anymore, and I don't listen much.

Deep Cycle would be better for that. Deep Cycle batteries are designed for constant draw, like running a trolling motor, while Car batteries are designed for a short burst of power followed by a much smaller draw and constant charging.

Was?

3, 2, 1....

It's not like anybody would listen anyhow. And if they did, you'd have to listen to their silly complaints.

So do I until I start moving around. Then the knees ask "What the H do you think you're DOING!"

We've watched the entire series several times over, and it's hilarious. Alpo, you would love it. I highly recommend it.

Especially with THAT beard.

Dog vs Cat Diary Dog Diary 8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing! 9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing! 9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing! 10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing! 12:00 PM - Lunch! My favorite thing! 1:00 PM - Played in the yard! My favorite thing! 3:00 PM - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing! 5:00 PM - Milk bones! My favorite thing! 7:00 PM - Got to play ball! My favorite thing! 8:00 PM - Watched TV with my people! My favorite thing! 11:00 PM - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing! Cat Diary Day 983 of my captivity My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am. B------ds! There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage. Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs. I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe.... for now.

From a safe distance!

I don't think that Alpo can build and operate a functional jetpack either.

Dunno. The memory is the second thing to go.

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BUT, did you say to yourself, "And the agony, of defeat"?

Yet ANOTHER reason I rock a flip phone.

You need a more positive attitude.

If they're tracking my wallet they know not to waste their time with me.

Just remember, the leading cause of death in old men is still thinking that they're still young men.

I'd say that counts as at least Resto-Mod.