Thursday's Thoughts

• From the show Land Of The Lost,  I think we're in a different world Will. Why do you say that dad?
• Umm, maybe because of the giant dinosaurs trying to eat you every time you turn around?
• Yes, been watching episodes of The Land Of The Lost series.
• Had forgotten Wesley Eure who played Will Marshall referred to himself professionally as simply Wesley.
• Fail.
• I tried to watch the movie Australia. Fifteen minutes of Hugh Jackman saying, Yahh! to a herd of cattle in slow motion and Nicole Kidman saying, Oh my.  in slow motion in a hoity toity English accent was plenty.
• Odd warning to the effect: Aboriginal and Maori Strait Islander peoples may need to be aware the images and/or voices of dead people may be portrayed in this film.
• Watched Kung Fu Panda instead.
• Great.
• There are few things better than the nights when it's bed time the baby has had such a full day and is so satisfied with life and secure that when I pick him up for bed and tell him where we're going he just lays his head down on my shoulder waves to big brother and sister while saying, Nite nite.  and when I lie him down he simply says, Nite daddy.  turns over and is asleep before I leave the room.

Born In Waco Texas

The world would be a better place if on the first day of every job the new person had to be naked the entire work day and then for the next two days after that, everybody else is naked and the new person wears clothes.

• When we were getting ready to deploy there was a guy whose name got called at every stop- every range and every class. He got stuck on our battle roster and nobody could get him off it. They even called his name for transports and briefings when we were actually downrange.
• There was even a legend that every time that happened- an officer had to verify the guys whereabouts. Dunno if any part of that idea is true but yeah- we were still joking about calling out Here! surreptitiously when his name was called for roll well into our first briefings and convoys in Iraq.
• They called his name for both the survival class at Camp Cedar 2 and the convoy out of there. 
• Although I don't know where it was at some time his name was called from a flight manifest.
• Weird- I think of him often and wonder what happened to him.

Burning Man Pic

Monday's Missives

• There are a couple hundred movies in my place- few of them I care to see again. Maybe I can interest the library
  in them.
• I traded huge batches a couple of times for debt forgiveness of my overdue books.
  
• I think I may quit drinking coffee.
• Bwah-haha.
• Life needs frosting- what it says on the side of the Cinnabon box.
• An old girlfriend would pester me about the fact I never told her she was pretty. I could not because- she was not. I didn't love her because of her looks- I loved her in spite of the fact she wasn't all that pretty. 
• I loved her truly for who she was- and that was not good enough.
  
• Your favorite sitcoms ruined by math.

From The Archives: A War Story

One of our duties in Iraq entailed corralling third country national truck drivers- keeping them accounted for and not a danger to themselves or others. One thing people- even soldiers present did not understand was why we would not allow any type of knife (even small kitchen ones), no amount of alcohol and absolutely no pr0n (which when found would invariably be of the gay variety). Really- why would care if they watched gay pr0n in the sleepers of their trucks? What about a little drinky drinky at the end of a long, dangerous day? They prepared their own meals often- they couldn't even have a small kitchen knife?

Why were you so hard on these fellas who took the same risks you did- while unarmed?

Well, add the aforementioned activities together and that's where the problem comes in- things could get a little stabby in the ole truck stop.

Hey, sergeant you need to come out onto the lot- some of the drivers are in an uproar. Said the young Marine over my radio. What’s going ? I replied I don't know. I think a couple of them were queering off.

Roger, I'll be there in a minute. With a sigh I headed out, half expecting to referee a minor lovers quarrel.

When I turned down the line of trucks I was told to watch for I knew something was up- there were probably 20-30 drivers in a half circle around the cab of a truck. I could see they were absolutely seething from 50 meters away.

No one wanted to admit to being able to speak English to help defuse the situation when asked if anybody knew English- a bad sign they didn't want to be guilty by association. Normally, somebody would step up whose English was less terrible than my Arabic and try to help. This time though, everyone stood around in Absolute. Furious. Silent. Rage while flexing their fingers against the stones in their hands.

The objects of the fury did not want to come out of the cab and in fact forced me to climb up and show my face and beat on the window with my pistol. When the door opened the smell of sex was overwhelming. The interior of the cab must have been 90 degrees- musty buttseks. There was gay pr0n lying everywhere. As my head started spinning I ordered the two lovers out of the cab.

They were terrified.

They maintained an unusual distance for Middle Easterners from each other and me. Both of their faces were bright red. One would stare at me in wide eyed terror, the other's eyes alternated between the ground and pleading for mercy from me.

I ran the weaker hangers on at the edge of the crowd off and back to their trucks and respectfully indicated to the older ringleaders to back up and thanked them when they took a few steps back.

Jedi crowd control trick for Middle Eastern third country national truck drivers- feel free to use it anytime- just credit me.

You making freaky freaky and drinking beer? while pantomiming a drinking and sex action complete with spanking motions on my imaginary sex partners behind. The crowd roared in laughter. No making freaky freaky! No drinky drinky. Me no Ali Babba, mister! One said while his breath wafting across me smelled like the exhaust to a liquor powered sex machine.

We then retrieved some of the pr0n from the cab and as I recall empty alcohol containers of some type, but no booze. They hung their heads low and their faces looked in danger of bursting into flames from blushing when the contraband was held up to their faces.

I berated them for a while to beat them down- hoping it would be sufficient to avoid a real beating from the crowd when I left.

I ordered the driver of the shaggin wagon back into his truck and told the other to go to his. No, mister, mister pleaaaase he begged, his eyes rolling in fear while glancing around at the crowd. He then pantomimed sleeping sitting up in the cab of the love truck while his boyfriend slept in the sleeper. Guessing that yeah, sleeping in the same truck might still cause some upset among the other drivers, but if they were in danger, it might also prevent things from getting stabby if they could watch each others back through the night- I let them stay together.

When I turned them loose, they fairly flew up into the cab and had the door locked before their rear ends touched the seat.

I turned to the crowd, smiled and shook my head. Everybody laughed real big and turned back to their trucks for the night.

 

The End

Monday's Missives

• Steve N Seagulls cover Dios Holy Diver
• Bacon Cheeseburger and fries with Hawaiian Punch- its whats for breakfast (11/11/2015). The spicy ketchup from Whataburger is really good.
• My patients who are heroin addicts and happen to be black almost inevitably mispronounce heroin as, hair-ron.
• I am still trying to work my way through all Michael Crichton's books. Andromeda Strain was real enjoyable but I just couldn't get into Terminal Man.
• When Veteran's Day rolls around I get real uncomfortable in anticipation of the attention I'll get as people thank me for my service.
• Woman With Whom I Have Lately Been Spending Time With A.K.A. WWWIHLBSTW and my ex wife are the two people I Email more frequently than anybody else so they default to the top two positions when I begin to compose an Email. Recently, I accidentally clicked on my ex wife's address, told her I was bored and lonely and then promptly asked her out to dinner. No, I didn't hit send- I caught it time (barely) but holy smokes! Can you imagine?
• Yeah, my husband in law would have really thought was funny. He would have just laughed and laughed...
• Among a lot of the pics emerging of Syrian refugees crowding around the borders of the European nations they are attempting to enter all you see are military age males (MAMs). Huh. I am not saying they are all part of terror sleeper cells and I am freely admitting I do not know enough to know exactly what is going on but there is a rat in that woodpile somewhere.

Monday's Missives

• It's pouring out and thundering.
• A worn out cheap Roundtree And York cotton sweater and Tazmanian Devil sleeping pants.
• What I'm wearing.
• Coffee.
• What I'm drinking.
• Lunch? Baby carrots with avocado ranch dressing.
• Rainy days with rolling thunder are still the only days when even though I won't admit I get lonely, it would be nice if I don't have to have someone to hang out with to have someone to hang out with.
• Did that make sense?
• Still can't get UB40's cover of Red Red Wine out of my mind and I'm about to go crazy- it's been days now.
• Help.
• From an old draft posted 09/27/2013.

Bobs Nameplate

When my eldest was little at church camp he was  asked his name. He replied, Bob. It stuck and followed him through years of annual participation.

Monday's Missives

• Recently, after she used a few key words and phrases; I pictured a server at a cafe drinking beer from a Solo cup while standing in a cow pasture swinging her string top over head while screaming, Yeeeehawww!
• Although I don't know exactly where that thought came from- I bet it has happened.
• This morning at a traffic light I saw a woman in scrubs picking her teeth with her ridiculously long purple nails. Then she oddly ran the first 2 fingers of her right hand in and out of her mouth. She then poured a bottle of cough syrup into a soda and then turned down into the hospital district.
• Yesterday I read a story about a person who killed themselves. People kept coming back to the idea she had sooo much to live for, she seemed happy etc. The article showed multiple pics of the person. She was one of saddest looking people I have ever seen. She was carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders and her family and friends obviously could not see that.
• Today 09/06/2018 I bumped into an old friendly aquaintence.  She had put back on a couple of pounds after a misguided period of being way too scrawny. She looked amazing. The first thing I did? Checked out her new and improved cleavage. She saw it and looked disappointed. I was ashamed.
• This morning 9/7/2018 I awoke from from a dream related to a great time in my life. When I was young I worked building and repairing water control structures- dams and levees. I was offered a job building a new lake near Winters TX. Coincidentally, a family member was selling a conversion van. I lived in the van right on the job site which was situated on a large ranch. It may seem weird but it was one of the best times I've ever had in my life. I hung with my friends, operated heavy equipment and got paid well to not have a care in the world. I even ran free electricity off the dog house (storage building) for a fan and TV.
• Interesting PS: since the feds were paying there was a minimum scale we were supposed to be paid. Being as we were severely underpaid before the start of that job- we all got a big jump in pay. I don't recall for sure but I kinda think it must have been at least a couple of bucks an hour more.
• It has never occurred to me to lick my fingers while thumbing through the pages of a book or other paperwork.
• No- I have never even tested the water and gave it a try once.

Numerology

7 Computers owned in my life

1 Boat owned

0 times it was in the water- long story

1 Boat totalled in my life- longer story

? Times I've been shot at

10 Coats I own. I think that's right. Anyway- I like coats.

300 Approximate DVDs owned.

10 Of those at least I've never watched any part.

256 Posts as of 07/18/2014 scheduled to publish

3 Ford trucks I've owned

1 Camaro

I Had a Girlfriend Once...

 

 

 

 

Who was a catalog model for Dillards and Neiman Marcus.

• Last night (today is 07/30/2016) in my dreams my feet hurt as I walked. Yeah I know- That is pretty lame Kev... My point to that though is I do not normally hurt in my dreams even when shot or in a wreck or whatever. This was excruciating and real.
• OK and lame.
• Today we are heading north to the Chickasaw Nation Cultural Center.
• I literally love Oklahoma and New Mexico.
• A married and pretty friendly un American aquaintence asked me to come to her home for a birthday party while her hubby was out of town (back in their home country to be exact)- a verbal invitation which she concluded by offering me the couch- If you want to stay and all. I almost went. It was a festival time for her people and her brothers were going to kill a goat and cook out but in the end I didnt go.
• I am an oak.
• People say the best way to die would to be surrounded by your children and grandchildren and slip away as everyone says goodbye. That is lame to the Kevmeister. Others say it would be best to die in your sleep. That is literally horrifying- it just reminds me I could go to sleep now- and never wake up. I'll take my death at about 96 years of age please and I will thank you to have it served up by my 25 year old girlfriends jealous husband.

Funny Craigslist Ad

© craigslist - Map data © OpenStreetMap

(google map) (yahoo map)

2001 Ford mustang gt odometer: 91000title : rebuilt

I have a 2001 ford mustang gt
Car has a 4.6 with a 5 speed transmission
3.73 gears
Flowmaster dumped exhaust
Car is satin black
91-xxx miles
All murdered out from headlights to the wheels
Car is a bad mutha****er
Car does have a rebuilt title due to the whole car being vandalized. A good lesson on not to cheat on your gf
Hint why the car was painted satin black
Car is mechanically sound

Only issue is with convertible top. The switch is out. I just don't have the time any more to mess wit

Monday's Missives

• Someone once thought they had to tell me about seeing an ex with somebody new. They said, He looks just like you except a little chubbier and younger. I later saw the dude. Yeah he looked like me- in a way that he was a middle-aged bald white dude who wore glasses. Recently though, I saw a former interest with her new dude at the outdoor seating area of a restaurant. The similarity between he and I was so striking- I actually had to depart from the scene before I was forced to come face-to-face with him. It would have been too much- for both of us. Honestly, there was a chance I had accidentally crossed a line in the space-time continuim and intruded into one of my alternate parallel universes.
• It rained all night last night.
• Somebody recently tried to bait me into admitting weed use. I don't know if it was random or if they thought they were acting on a hunch.
• There is a man sitting across from me in my breakfast place in Weatherford who vaguely reminds me of Judge Holloway. He is talking about using a TV tray.
• My best friend and I could not be more different in the ways we differ or more alike in the ways we are similar.  
• As a kid I never would have guessed that as an adult I would spend so much time being tired.
• If you are ridiculously rich- say you won a hundred million dollars in a lottery what is the most ridiculous thing you would own? For me without hesitation, I would say- A gold-plated helicopter.
• What's the dumbest thing you've done in a while? For me it was wearing well insulated waterproof boots on a hiking trip to Big Bend in June. I actually meant to pick up my other boots which were lying not too far away from the door before I left. Somehow I forgot them. I thought I would just stop and buy some more. I tried two different stores and couldn't find anything that fit or was right. Sometimes when we would be on the trail it felt like my feet were on fire.

I Don't Know What Your

problem is but, I bet it's hard to pronounce

The Warrior Spirit

Of every one hundred men in battle, ten should not even be there. Eighty, are nothing but targets. Nine are the real fighters, we are lucky to have them since they make the battle. Ah, but the one—one is the Warrior—and he brings the others home.
—Heracletus, 500 BC (likely apocryphal)

Dressed To Kill

Excerpt From Last Email I Received

Anyway....I want to thank you for your friendship toward me....and I will also confide in you that I find you very sexually attractive and I think you are an awesome man. I have not let myself cross that line toward you because I have learned from past experiences, that often regrets follow when acting on impulse. Nonetheless, you are what I would look for in a man and any woman that doesn't see that in you is crazy!

Random Next Blog Button Picture

Text: Womeniekker moeg trappe geklim. Rough translation: The weather here in Texas is great come see us y'all!

I've Said It Before

I'll say it again- it's 2009 AD people not BC ! "Masai warriors used bows and arrows to battle the Kalenjin tribe in Western Province in March 2008 over a land dispute stirred up by the presidential election." from NYT on sciencedaily.com

In The News

"DALLAS — Poking through antiques stores while traveling through the Texas Panhandle, Bill Waters stumbled across a tattered old ledger book filled with formulas.
He bought it for $200, suspecting he could resell it for five times that. Turns out, his inkling about the book's value was more spot on than he knew. The Tulsa, Okla., man eventually discovered the book came from the Waco, Texas, drugstore where Dr Pepper was invented and includes a recipe titled "D Peppers Pepsin Bitters."
"I began feeling like I had a national treasure," said Waters, 59.
Dr Pepper's manufacturer says the recipe is not the secret formula for the modern day soft drink, but the 8 1/2-by-15 1/2 inch book is expected to sell between $50,000 to $75,000 when it goes up for auction at Dallas-based Heritage Auction Galleries on May 13.
"It probably has specks of the original concoction on its pages," Waters said.
Waters discovered the book, its yellowed pages stained brown on the edges, underneath a wooden medicine bottle crate in a Shamrock antiques store last summer. A couple months after buying it, he took a closer look as he prepared to sell it on eBay.

He noticed there were several sheets with letterheads hinting at its past, like a page from a prescription pad from a Waco store titled "W.B. Morrison & Co. Old Corner Drug Store." An Internet search revealed Dr Pepper, first served in 1885, was invented at the Old Corner Drug Store in Waco by a pharmacist named Charles Alderton. Wade Morrison was a store owner.
Faded letters on the book's fraying brown cover say "Castles Formulas." John Castles was a partner of Morrison's for a time and was a druggist at that location as early as 1880, said Mary Beth Webster, collections manager at the Dr Pepper Museum and Free Enterprise Institute in Waco.

As he gathered more information, Waters took a slower turn through the book's more than 360 pages, which are filled with formulas for everything from piano polish to a hair restorer to a cough syrup. He eventually spotted the "D Peppers Pepsin Bitters" formula.
"It took three or four days before I actually realized what I had there," Waters said.
The recipe written in cursive in the ledger book is hard to make out, but ingredients seem to include mandrake root, sweet flag root and syrup.
It isn't a recipe for a soft drink, says Greg Artkop, a spokesman for the Plano-based Dr Pepper Snapple Group. He said it's likely instead a recipe for a bitter digestive that bears the Dr Pepper name.
He said the recipe certainly bears no resemblance to any Dr Pepper recipes the company knows of. The drink's 23-flavor blend is a closely guarded secret, only known by three Dr Pepper employees, he said.
Michael Riley, chief cataloger and historian for Heritage Auction Galleries, said they think it's an early recipe for Dr Pepper.
"We just feel like it's the earliest version of it," he said.
He hasn't, however, tested that theory by trying to mix up a batch. Neither has Waters; he's thought about it but would need to find someone to decipher all the handwriting.
Jack McKinney, executive director of the Waco museum, surmised that Alderton might have been giving customers something for their stomachs and added some Dr Pepper syrup to make it taste better.
"I don't guess there's any definitive answer. It's got to be the only one of its kind," Riley said.
McKinney said the ledger book was bound to be popular with Dr Pepper collectors because it's from the time the drink was invented.
Riley said the book was probably started around 1880 and used through the 1890s. It's not known who wrote the Dr Pepper recipe in the book, but they don't think it was the handwriting of Alderton or Morrison. Some of the formulas have Alderton's name after them.
At first, Alderton's drink inspired by the smells in the drugstore was called "a Waco." "People would come in and say, 'Shoot me a Waco,'" Riley said.
Soon renamed Dr Pepper, the drink caught on and other stores in town began selling it. Eventually, Alderton got out of the Dr Pepper business and Morrison and a man named Robert Lazenby started a bottling company in 1891.
Flipping through the pages of the ledger book takes one back to a time when drugstores were neighborhood hubs, selling everything from health remedies to beauty products mixed up by the stores' chemists. And among the formulas being mixed up in drugstores were treats for the soda fountain. A two-page spread in Waters' book has recipes for "Soda Water Syrups," including pineapple, lemon and strawberry.
"There were very few national brands," Riley said. "Their lifeblood was all their formulas."fox news

So I have this chick over for an afternoon of good clean, freaky deaky fun. After the festivities we split an energy drink. Sometime after we finished it I recalled a banana split in the freezer from the night before.
The following is a true and correct statement of the conversation that followed my recall of that frozen treat.

Me: You want to have a banana split?
She: Uhmmm. I don't know- maybe.  What is that?! Is it something really freaky?!
Me: Mmmmm. Uh, it is 3 scoops of ice cream covered in fudge with nuts and whipped cream and cherries on top. They cut a banana long ways- you know- split it and place it to each side of the ice cream. You know----- a banana split...
She burst out laughing so hard and so long she became literally breathless and could barely speak. When she composed herself enough to get out a semi coherent sentence she said, Omigosh- I thought you meant some crazy sex act called a banana split!

It was hilarious.

Maybe you had to be there.

Murder On The Back Porch

The wasp straight up mortally murdered this wolf spider then dragged the body to its nest to conceal the evidence. "Whether a mighty king or a lowly streetsweeper (or a spider I guess), sooner or later, we all gotta dance with the old grim reaper."

Monday's Missives

• Good morning handsome- the last text message I received.
• Somebody needs to get their eyes checked, but it doesn't get any better than seeing that first thing in the morning.
• Zachary went to the circus last night. He rode an elephant, nearly stroked out laughing at seeing two kangaroos boxing and had his picture taking with a lemur. His mom asked the handler, That's a lemur isn't it? He replied,"No it's a monkey
• Not kidding.
• After considering quitting caffeine I did without yesterday and woke up this morning with a thunderous headache. Well, guess what's on the menu for this morning?
• I would hate to try to quit heroin.
• This post was started probably 2 years ago. On 05042013 it was randomly rediscovered in my drafts. I set it to publish on 05042020. I wonder where myself and those I love are at ? Later today we are going to see the white bison at the Fort Worth Nature Center and later maybe camping but we're not sure about anything. Zac is on an inflatable bed I am using as a footstool and Chloe is on the couch with me we're watching Wordgirl. Rebel the cat is on the back of the couch napping. When I move he re positions his paw to be touching my neck or shoulder. I think he likes the comfort it brings to be touching me. We'll never be here again.
  
  
  
  
  
  

Monday's Missives

• I'll share the full story another time, but I have the fairly unique distinction of having gone through boot camp twice. It's not as fun as it sounds.
• Lack of imagination or an overactive one cause lots of losses and headaches in war.
• IHOP is expensive.
• Money is no object- when you don't have any.
• Although I may have started it months ago I set this to post seven years from the day I finished writing it. I wonder where I'll be and what I'll be doing- will I even be alive?
• It's been years since I've seen some close members of my family and I don't really miss them.
• When I ran out of toothpaste the other day I recalled Zachary's Dora The Explorer bubblegum flavored toothpaste and thought, Why should a 4 year old have all the fun?
• Nasty.

1958 Lincoln Hard Top Craigslist Ad.

This is a good ol car. It runs good. Sadly, it was born ugly and has remained that way all its life. This ol "Homey Sled" would make a great Sat. nite cruiser, or hopper, or low rider, or Tank, OR MIGRANT WORKERS motor home. It will comfortably seat 24 NFL lineman, and was once used in the Jap movie "Monster From Outer Space Ate Godzilla". It was the Monster.

I will trade for just bout anything. . This car is all orig. and ready to go. It has lots of extras, like wonderbar radio, all power and air, and a landing strip on top for small planes. Never wrecked, new interior, and orig. title and service manual.

If you are a car dealer,you need this dinasaur sitting on your front line. I gaurantee it will make people stop and stare like a "Moron at a Majic Show." (No offence to Morons intended.) I will TRADE for allmost ANYTHING interesting, or sell for about $1,000,000.00,but might come down to $3500.00 for cash. I will trade for just bout anything.

My guess is most dudes picture themselves in a Vette with a sweet young thang

NOT  a spare tire...

Monday's Missives

• Traffic still continues to mystificate my brain. I can leave home with 1-2 minutes of the same time on each day of the week and it is like a whole new ball game every time and this is without regard to holidays. Last Thursday was Deathrace 3000, Blood Sport, Death Fest, take your life in your own hands and pray to Jesus white knuckle dangerous. Today 08/04/2016) it was a like a quiet Sunday drive. What manner of deviltry is that?
• This blog has started keeping a copy in drafts after I set a post to publish so consequently- I am likely to start double publishing posts as I forget which ones were and were not published. We can call them, A Best Of- Repeat!
• Some day I will tell you about my one perfect love. It was that one beautiful thing that God gives only a few times in your life.
• This morning (08/06/2016) we are going to a program about the snakes of Texas at Mineral Wells SP. This should be interesting as I am seperated by 2 degrees from somebody who was bitten by a copperhead out there just a couple of weeks ago. I am curious to see if he was the impetus.
• A kind of common thing for homeless is to camp out near a church- as in literally in the yard or on the steps. I am not sure if it is for convenience sake as that is where they bum goods and services or a to be somewhere they feel safe. I presume it is a combination of factors.
• Did it sound offensive when I used the word bum? That was not the intention- I just think there are times to call things what they are.
• I have two gorgeous neighbors. They dress, wear make up and talk like a mix of Kardashians and the cast of Jersey Shore. 
• Ridiculous.

Ages Old Draft Clean Up

• It was bound to happen sooner or later: a while back my 15 year old passed a pair of shoes he had outgrown down to me, wait would that be up?


• I love watches and if I had the means confidence is quite high I would own hundreds (at least).


• I gave my childrens great grandfather a nice-ish but, inexpensive pocket watch as a stocking stuffer one year. Twelve plus years later I saw it with his other pocket items on his night stand with evidence of wear (he even reported wearing the chain out and having to replace it).


• Nice feeling. I really didn't know he had appreciated it enough to use it that much and honestly, after I gave it to him don't know that it ever even crossed my mind after that.


• I miss him and my mother like no others in this world.
  

At least a few times a year I have a dream where I am riding a bicycle down 287 from Bowie to Decatur. I pass brand new, fancy looking businesses that are not open and old broken down, funky looking ones that are bustling with activity. I constantly see people I recognize. Inevitably, the bike breaks down on Business 287 near (but across the road from ) Bobby's old pool hall. Somebody I do not know personally but recognize from around town will stop to help me. They are always super nice- they have a glow- an aura and I know I will be OK even though they try to fix the bike and obviously don't know what they are doing or they are otherwise clueless but are still trying to help.

      Somehow, I know I will OK- and it is a super powerful feeling. 

Y'all are just being ridiculous

If you contributed to this nonsense- you are as dumb as a bag of hammers.