Ahhh, Monday:
But so what, it’s probably insured, right? So let’s get on with the fun…
And to get that thought out of our minds, here’s 70s-era actress Edwige Fenech:
Now get your ass off that couch and go to work.
Ahhh, Monday:
But so what, it’s probably insured, right? So let’s get on with the fun…
And to get that thought out of our minds, here’s 70s-era actress Edwige Fenech:
Now get your ass off that couch and go to work.
Here’s a simple one to test your eyesight, alertness and social awareness. Your task is quite simple: in each pic, identify which of the four girls is the most popular.
I know; it’s a tough one for a Sunday.
Here are the answers, from a woman’s perspective:
Pic #1, the second girl from the left, because you can see her eyes, and
Pic #2, the second from the right, because she has the prettiest shoes.
And a bonus question: without scrolling back up, in which picture could you see an alligator?
Browsing through Collectors with nothing but gun lust on the brain, I come across this vision of loveliness:
An octagonal barrel in a dangerous-game rifle? Have mercy.
People often talk about horse-racing as “the sport of kings”. With all due respect, I think the appellation more correctly applies to big game hunting. Why so? Because rifles as fine as this Champlin Sport cost a king’s ransom, that’s why.
Granted, this is a handmade number — and a quick scrutiny of, say, James Purdey’s wares will show you how kingly a sport that is — and I should also mention that I can never venture up I-35 to Enid, Oklahoma because that’s where danger lurks, in the shape of the Champlin Firearms establishment. Their wares are positively Purdeyesque, and the $7,500 asked by Collectors for the above rifle barely comes close to the average gun in Champlin’s inventory.
Lemme check those lottery numbers quickly… ah, shit.
The night before last saw our first freeze of the season, which predictably brought howls of anguish and suffering from our north Texas residents — I mean, I had to turn on the car’s heater (and turn off the house’s a/c) for the first time since April.
Of course, this opens us up to ridicule from our northern neighbors:
Bet at least we’re not as bad as Florida:
I wonder how many trick-or-treaters will have to change out of those Tarzan- or ballerina costumes for tonight?
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