Neanderpundit

This bullshit about having to drop a load off in between 6:30 and 7:30pm every God damned evening is a load of crap. Fuck getting old and being regular.

For $1.81 per gallon in Dallas.

How’s the rest of the world doing?

http://www.keysnet.com/news/story/33777.html

“All You Need In This Life Is A Tremendous Sex Drive And A Great Ego — Brains Don’t Mean A Shit.†~ Captain Tony.

That way people will really, really not use them to commit crimes.

I’m just surprised to see this in indiana

I mean, I have an SKS- so I have an autoloading rifle, it’s more accurate than any low end ar I could probably buy and the ammo is cheap, and i like the caliber more anyway. SO I may buy a lower as an insurance policy, and spend the rest of the money on more ammo for the SKS.

I also have been looking at the ‘refinished” 91-30’s, and I’m drawn to them. I may have to get one, at $69.

Saturday went afield and saw a nice deer within five minutes.

Now I love shooting over iron, and I can reach out to 100 yards with the Marlin, no problem, iron sights and all. I drew a bead on that sucker, and thought, “does that deer have antlers?”

I couldn’t tell. And I wasn’t going to kill an illegal deer.

So I stopped on the way home and picked up a set of rings for the Marlin and mounted an old 3-9 power on it.

Hell to get old. I bought seethroughs, so I could use the scope to see if it was a male, and shoot it with iron. Damned if I’ll give up my principles just for convenience.

And my nether regions are chilled to the bone. How can nads that have been this cold all day still be sweaty? Fuck the Da Vinci Code, figure out how you can get ballsweat in 30 degrees.

My wife, Kelly, she rocks.

How so, you ask? She just booked our honeymoon at the Seascape Inn in Key West.

What’s so special about that, you ask? She booked our room during the entire week of Fantasy Fest 2009. Google the photos if you’re not familiar with the event.

My life always has rocked, always will.

Tomorrow, Dallas Fort Worth.

Toys…

**Update**

Wow, either I’ve lost my mind, or everybody else on the planet has lost theirs. No Rock River stuff to be seen anywhere, unless it was hidden in plain sight, which could easily be the case in my advanced age.

What was there was far overpriced, all the way to the point of ridiculous.

So what do I do? Nothing.

If the case ever comes up, I’ll simply do it the tried and true, old fashioned way, and pick up one from a dead guy.

like a frying pan on a frog, but today, far from civilization, I could only get the local country station, which I turned down between weather forecasts, just to get a handle on the way my day was going to go.

Anyway, just between one of the forecasts and me hitting the “mute” I caught this song. If any of you ever wonder how I feel about the Ogwife, this is it. Kinda choked me up, actually.

Don’t know who the fuck Randy Travis is, but he said a mouthful right there.

Plus, someone in his band is playing a National Dobro, the sound of which I always loved.

Pity it’s so uncommon outside of country & western. Sure, I grew up on the stuff, but that don’t mean I had to like it. I used to have to eat brussel sprouts too.