This gum is double plus good.

I wonder if it is Gin flavour.

Driving and fighting

Things are moving slowly, slowly, slowly forward. At least they aren't going in forward in reverse anymore, and for that I am thankful.

Yesterday, I drove my nephews and a friend of theirs to Drumheller, or Bumsmeller, if you are in the know, stopped in at my sister's and had a big wafty brunch. We drove back to the city at around 2 pm or so.

After we had been at their place for a bit, their sister called and her boyfriend got on the phone acting all hard about $80 that one of my nephews owed him. My nephew got pissed off at the way he was being addressed and decided that he'll pay the $80 and the boyfriend could go use his intimidation tactics on someone else. I back my nephew 100%.

Bit of a back story here, the boyfriend has had a history of confrontation with both of my nephews. They have owed him money in the past and have repaid him. However, the boyfriend always figures he has to puff up his chest and try and push them around. Nobody pushes my kinsmen around on my watch. There have also been two confrontations which came to blows over the past couple of years since buddy has been on the scene. In both altercations, the boyfriend not only attacked first, he also waited until his opponent had their backs turned. What a tough guy.

When we showed our unified position yesterday without incident, my niece and her boyfriend came, picked up the $80 and left. My niece decided to say a few things as they left, and I said "Fuck it." to my nephews as I went back into the house for another glass of water.

The line is drawn in the sand, and if buddy crosses it, he won't like what happens next.



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Is that juicy enough for you, Mike?

RIP Lt. Steve French.

Last week, after having been MIA for more than 3 days, the high command was informed that Lt. Steve French was confirmed KIA.

The Frenchatollah of Rock 'n' Rollah, enjoyed chasing, killing and eating small mammals, birds and bugs. Triple French also enjoyed crashing out on the sofa and waking me up between 3 and 5 am daily.

Frenchy was found more than 8 miles from our house which leads me to speculate that in fact the little Turd Burglar and been fighting it out with a Hawk or Eagle in the sky, and after delivering the "killing blow" to its antagonist, Frenchy plummeted back to earth along with its advesary.

The Frenchinator will be missed.