Sgt. C.J. Sabre, SASS #46770

And Hardly Ablesons use Japanese electronics and Chinese tires.

And?

Never had enough leftovers to freeze. I've done so with spaghetti. Ate some, froze some. Heated it up on the stove.

Wouldn't have it any other way.

What I'm talking about, and I have every confidence that I'll get at least a little grief for it, is the guys that have big tailgate parties, paint their bodies "their" team colors, and talk about how "we" did this weekend. I think that it's ridiculous to get that excited about something that, other than spending money on, you're not really a part of. Your kid's on the team? THAT I get. There's a professional ball team in your town? Yawn.

Those aren't flip flops. They're slides.

That's because football has more fans than anything else. I can understand cheering your kid and his friends on, but anything after that, (NFL, etc) is ridiculous. But it starts here.

Now, as Paul Harvey used to say, The rest of the story: Mary Babnik Brown From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia Mary Babnik Brown Born November 22, 1907 Pueblo, Colorado Died April 14, 1991 (aged 83) Pueblo, Colorado Occupation(s) Laborer, labor leader Parent(s) Frank Wolf Babnik[1] and Mary Babnik[2] Washington Institute of Technology letter 26 Nov 1943 inviting Brown to submit her hair for the government war effort Mary Babnik Brown (November 22, 1907 – April 14, 1991) was an American who became known for having donated her hair to the United States military during World War II. Thirty-four inches (86 cm) long, her blonde hair had never been chemically treated or heated with curling irons.[3] Brown declined compensation for her donation, believing what she had done was her patriotic duty.[2] President Ronald Reagan wrote to her on her 80th birthday in 1987 to thank her, and in 1990 she received a special achievement award from the Colorado Aviation Historical Society during a ceremony at the Air Force Academy in Colorado Springs.[3] https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mary_Babnik_Brown

They "know" what the weather is going to be if we don't pay higher taxes to fight "Global Warming".

My Mom had a '65 Dodge Dart with this.

Teacher's Union. Which then contributes to the Dumbocrat Party.

At the end of the sequence he takes ONE cartridge from his shirt pocket and loads it as he looks at the camera.

If my rememberer is right, he fires ten, but they dubbed in another gunshot to make it match the music.

Eloquently said.

Sign on the staircase to Air Force One.

If somebody's got fleas and ticks THERE, I REALLY don't want to know!

Redneck Bidet? Or is there something that we don't know?

I don't bother 'cause I never did.

"READY ON THE RIGHT! READY ON THE LEFT! ALL READY ON THE FIRING LINE!"

Oh what the heck...

Competing with THIS guy?

This is the sign for the Triple T Truck Stop here In Tucson. You can see this sign for miles. At one time, the center cross bar was burned out. Use your imagination.

Don't have to worry about backblast on a 203. I was always a fan of the Buckshot rounds. I always carried a couple while at Camp Lejune. Bears, you know.

The policies he promotes are. I don't claim to know WHO'S behind them.

Inflation has been around a bit longer than that. Remember the Carter years and the Misery Index.