As I was leaving the house across the street John and John Jr. (pictured) were doing yard work. John Jr. looks at my shirt and says, "How much for that shirt?" I laughed and said for you, cheap if you let me get a picture of you wearing it.
Good to see you, Mr. M!Busy over here convincing family that we are basically fucked. They are getting hints from around them.
"Hints" would be putting it mildly. Your job, as mine is, getting easier, and more dangerous by the day. Of course I don't hold much hope that anything we do will stem the tidal-wave of destruction that we're going to face when the floodgates of the economic collapse hits, but I frankly don't know what else we can do but keep on keeping on.
Stay Calm. Gun-gate, Carbon-Gate and Death Panels will create new jobs.UNDERTAKERS!
Hey Mr. M hows life with the 300lb. gun toting maniac? Not to make light of your situation just the post where you described your living situation stuck with me for some reason.
Still in a holding pattern. The maniac is supposed to be buying a house. But he's such a habitual liar it's hard to know when he's telling the truth. I'm praying he gets out of here, or I do, before the collapse, otherwise ... well, I don't even want to go there.Thanks for your concern.
"For every one that doeth evil hateth the light, neither cometh to the light, lest his deeds should be reproved. But he that doeth truth cometh to the light, that his deeds may be made manifest, that they are wrought in God." ~ da Naz