Depends on whether there's a guilty looking puppy anywhere near the puddle in the corner...
Depends on whether there's a guilty looking puppy anywhere near the puddle in the corner...
Never trust a man with a clean workshop.
Mornin gents...coffee sounds good!
Another warm spring day around here.![]()
Spring day........ Texas........ I'm having a hard time getting a mental image. Part of my brain sees Daffodils, and baby bunnies..... And part of my brain sees Houston...![]()
Never trust a man with a clean workshop.
Mornin Glen, didn't mean to rush out last night, but they threw me out.![]()
"para todo mal, mezcal, y para todo bien también" (for everything bad, mezcal, and for everything good, as well.)
You've been kicked out of worse places than this, Bobby!
Never trust a man with a clean workshop.
Oh hell yes, I have been asked to leave more than once. Can you say by the arms and legs, bouncing across the side walk.![]()
"para todo mal, mezcal, y para todo bien también" (for everything bad, mezcal, and for everything good, as well.)
One of my room mates in college was an ex-navy guy..... Submarine corps. Wiry guy, a little shorter than I, but a little....... tougher.
One day one of his old Navy pals came up from where-ever for a visit. And we hit town hard for a bar crawl. My VW bus was the vehicle of choice, it being winter and Vermont.... We started out in some of the better places, one or two beers in each place. By the time we got to Mort's Roadhouse we were pretty lit up, and Brian and his pal "Tiny" (Who was not tiny!) were reliving their glory days in ports of call. The tatooed muscle bound biker dude bouncer at Mort's finally had to beat the crap out of Tiny while holding Brian off the ground by the scruff of his neck. I walked out on my own power, but Brian and Tiny came through the door airborn. Tiny got up, wiped the blood off his nose, slapped the dust from his shirt, and stared at the bouncer, who was standing in the doorway arms across his chest. Tiny started back towards the door and the bouncer dropped his arms to his sides.... Tiny stopped then, and sneered "I been thrown out of worse places than this! I'm just lucky you're too big, and I'm too drunk to mess with you!"
Then he got that "Uh..... Did I just say that?" look on his face and we all broke up laughing.
Never trust a man with a clean workshop.
I've always tried to be cooperative when 'shown the door' when I was young and stupider, including opening the door for the good bouncer with my face a couple times.
Cuppa swamp Jo sounds great.
You gnarly buncha n'er do wells!!
I'll tell you... I never got tossed out of a joint in my life. Never, I say. You believe me, doncha? It was probably because I limited myself to the upper crust of drinking establishments. Nothing but the top 97%. And when I managed and sang in the band - we only played places with the best grade of chicken-wire strung to protect the band from flying beer bottles.
David G
Harbor Woodworks
http://www.harborwoodworking.com/boat.html
"It was a Sunday morning and Goddard gave thanks that there were still places where one could worship in temples not made by human hands." -- L. F. Herreshoff (The Compleat Cruiser)
So Doug, you're aware that the tractor is YELLER, right?
And are you the party responsible for the "lawn art" at the CT?
Wtf is going on over that side of the bridge?
Knowledge: Tomatoes are fruit.
Wisdom: Tomatoes do not belong in fruit salad.
Yeller it is. I've seen that tractor in action on the little farm that used to be where those new ugly houses are. It wasn't yeller then. I figure someone at the town garage got hold of a can of old paint and gave it to the farmer's daughter's husband who is selling off all the land there to developers.
And What "lawn art" at the CT?.... I haven't been there in a few weeks.... Are you talking about the car trap in the front lawn? They got tired of filling in tire tracks from drunks taking the short cut to Flag Marsh rd.......
Never trust a man with a clean workshop.
Coffee. Thanks.
Had a great day yesterday, and I'm feeling a bit slow this morning.
Oh, and the "give-way" rules change on NZ roads today.
That should be fun.
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We don't know how lucky we are....
OK... I'll bite..... What's a "Give way" rule? You guys gonna start driving on the right side of the road?
Never trust a man with a clean workshop.
I am house sitting for my daughter, a giant Rottweiler, and a well stocked bar. This 151 stuff makes it hard to type. Son in law is in the doc shop. He had a stroke Wednesday night. He's doing much better today, gets to come home Monday. I would like 2 Lone Stars and a jar of Mezcal please.
"para todo mal, mezcal, y para todo bien también" (for everything bad, mezcal, and for everything good, as well.)
Here's my company for the day -![]()
"para todo mal, mezcal, y para todo bien también" (for everything bad, mezcal, and for everything good, as well.)
Is the dog blurry, or is that my eyes?
Never trust a man with a clean workshop.
I think he drank some of my last drink.![]()
"para todo mal, mezcal, y para todo bien también" (for everything bad, mezcal, and for everything good, as well.)
One of the bands I was in, The Blue Moon Ramblers, got kicked out of a bar in Idaho. Where we were playing. During the first set a bunch of loser drunks started yelling for Creedence and Marshall Tucker (we didn't play any). We did try to play country-twang stuff they'd like, but no go. Harsh words were spoken.
On our break, the drunks loaded the juke with quarters and punched every Creedence song they could find, and turned it up really loud. For our second set we gave them a few parodies of Dave Dudley trucker songs and our mandolin player stuffed a couple french fry baskets under his shirt and sang Jolene by Dolly Parton. They threw some cans— no bottles.
Then I told my obnoxious trucker joke— bad move. A guy threw a beer bottle, which I caught and threw back. A couple wowsers charged the stage and I picked up a mic stand and showed them the base, which backed 'em down. So they plugged in the jukebox again.
Finally, the owner came up and said he'd pay us off but could we leave? He didn't want a battle in the place.
A few die-hards came out to menace us in the parking lot while were were loading up the gear. I got mad and threw one of them in the back of a pickup and told him to "Stay!"
And he did.
Chip, just so you know. I never had no prob with the band.
"para todo mal, mezcal, y para todo bien también" (for everything bad, mezcal, and for everything good, as well.)
"para todo mal, mezcal, y para todo bien también" (for everything bad, mezcal, and for everything good, as well.)
Salty this is for you.
"para todo mal, mezcal, y para todo bien también" (for everything bad, mezcal, and for everything good, as well.)
I am sitting here cryin, baby daughter just left. she took a half gallon of 1800 and a fifth of Crown. she left me some torpedo Sierra Nevada and some Busch. Damn life is tuff.![]()
"para todo mal, mezcal, y para todo bien también" (for everything bad, mezcal, and for everything good, as well.)
Here's a couple of Lone Stars and a jar of Mescal for you, Bobby.
if you'll play Toni Price "Richest One" Youtube version, I'll give you another jar and two more Lone Stars.
I know you'll like it!
Hopes this is it.
"para todo mal, mezcal, y para todo bien también" (for everything bad, mezcal, and for everything good, as well.)
Is that the one Glen?
"para todo mal, mezcal, y para todo bien también" (for everything bad, mezcal, and for everything good, as well.)
That's it, Bobby!
Thank you so much!
It happens to be Amber's favorite song!
Mas mescal y mas Lone Star for you you, kind sir!
It's Saturday night in Texas! Whooooopie!
Tomorrow is my wife's 80th birthday...don't tell her I told you...okay?
Nah, she wouldn't care. She's proud and grateful to have come so far.
And she knows how lucky she is to have me around!
Ooops, here she comes...I better close this before she sees it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Where the heck are you guys?
"para todo mal, mezcal, y para todo bien también" (for everything bad, mezcal, and for everything good, as well.)
Glen, please tell me her favorite song, I will play it you two can dance. Happy birthday Miss Glen.
"para todo mal, mezcal, y para todo bien también" (for everything bad, mezcal, and for everything good, as well.)
But just to prove I'm not a total trouble maker! Well not really. Well maybe not all the time!
Iv'e seen you play some of this before BobbyT so I guess she's OK in the Pub.
Lots of strange things happening outside the Pub door that are not worth getting sucked into.
Have fun guys,
Sophie![]()
Spoken like a true Kiwi.
Yesterday, at an intersection, left turning traffic gave way to right turning traffic. Today, right turning traffic gives way to left turning traffic. Except if you're driving a Hilux, those guys were as clueless as ever.
Those Blue Moon Ramblers sound like a hell of a band.........
We don't know how lucky we are....
Here ya go, Hold her close and whisper.
"para todo mal, mezcal, y para todo bien también" (for everything bad, mezcal, and for everything good, as well.)
Uh oh...... Seanz's talkin' to himself again....... And the bad part is they're getting along with each other for a change!![]()
Never trust a man with a clean workshop.
I knew I shoulda just gone to bed....... Now I'm fading out, and the damned puter's still on........
Never trust a man with a clean workshop.
Hey, Lefty... Too late for a shot of black and a Keith's?
Hope for the best, but plan for the worst.
We don't know how lucky we are....
Seanz, Lefty has been hitin the Dr.Pepper again. Where the hell is that Texin?
"para todo mal, mezcal, y para todo bien también" (for everything bad, mezcal, and for everything good, as well.)
Thank you, Bobby!
I held her close and we danced and I whispered, "You're wearing me out, girl!"![]()
Come on Glen, Did it make her smile. I really hope so.
"para todo mal, mezcal, y para todo bien también" (for everything bad, mezcal, and for everything good, as well.)
Hey, Sophie. I'm not a true Wyoming cowboy. I actually know how to ride and handle horses.
I still laugh remembering the mandolin guy, Larry, short and stocky with a big mustache, doing a Dolly Parton impression, all high and warbly, with those chip baskets under his shirt. I could hardly hold onto my guitar for laughing: a bluegrass Rocky Horror. But the spud farmers and cattle truckers didn't think it was funny.
I dont know what Ms.Glen drinks, but here is one for her, Happy birthday Lady.
"para todo mal, mezcal, y para todo bien también" (for everything bad, mezcal, and for everything good, as well.)
Yes it did make her smile.
She's the smilingest intelligent woman I've known...a good sense of humor...fact is, if she never had a sense of humor we never would have stuck together so long.
Without,Vallie, there's no telling what kind of backwater rodeo I might have wandered into and never wandered out of.
She's old and she's hardheaded, but she's also domineering and forceful.
When she says lie down, I lie down!![]()
Sounds like a fine woman, Take good care of her. Best to both of you.
"para todo mal, mezcal, y para todo bien también" (for everything bad, mezcal, and for everything good, as well.)
"para todo mal, mezcal, y para todo bien también" (for everything bad, mezcal, and for everything good, as well.)
Small minds, Big hearts, I think I Knew you in an other Life.
"para todo mal, mezcal, y para todo bien también" (for everything bad, mezcal, and for everything good, as well.)