Amazon has hookers and drugs for sale! I am not making this up.
No lie. AMAZON the online bookstore/everything store – has hookers and drugs listed for sale. And this post is not safe for work because of nudity and pictures of drug use – Thanks for that, Amazon. Now people will have to wait until they get home to read this.
But, wait! There's more...The Tardis in Pensacola INTERGALACTIC Airport. Pensacola Beach is also home to a couple UFO houses. What is this universe coming to?
But, wait! There's more...In light of subsequent events, this saga will henceforth be referred to as Kernut vs. Critters.
I hate glue traps. Have a I mentioned that before? Maybe once or twice?
Shortly after posting Kernut vs. Critters, part 1, I discovered a massive nest built on top of my RV gas tank. It had branches (complete with leaves),
The zombie rat is winning. I first began hearing things “go bump in the night” a few weeks ago: a bump on the underside of the RV, a bump in the front. I wondered what critter had enough body mass to make a thud that reverberated through the chassis. And then Pye started sitting in the well of the drivers seat, where your feet go, staring at the wall that separates the peddles from the engine.
But, wait! There's more...I thought I should at least catch up on some older sightseeing pictures. Hence, today’s post is brought to you by Ohio, the Buckeye State. I was there earlier this year while on my way to Pennsylvania. Interestingly, Ohio got it’s nickname from the buckeye trees – but it all started with ‘the feverish presidential campaign of 1840’…
But, wait! There's more...I am not freaked out or offended by death or open casket funerals. So it should be no surprise it has been my long time desire to see the Mutter Museum in Philadelphia. For those of you that don’t know, the Mutter Museum is dedicated to medical oddities. Bodies, parts, dissected errant growths, freaky medical tools, and a lot of embalmed things in jars.
But, wait! There's more...Or should that be Metal Dream Man Catcher?
Because I would really like to have a metal Dream Man Catcher. What woman wouldn’t, right? If you hung it over your bed at night, you would wake up in the morning to find your dream man inside. You could let him out, have your way with him, and then put him back to save him for later.
Or have him go make breakfast.
Somebody get to work on that right away.
But, wait! There's more...It says: ATTENTION: Do not let Rozko (“Roscoe”) out of office. He must be quarantined for 10 DAYS! If he shows signs or dies, I have rabies. (signed by the boss)
It might as well say, “Rabies inside your new office, but don’t worry about it – you can keep working.”
But, wait! There's more...Before I get to the self-stroking RV stuff I fixed, I want to talk about something sort of important, for once…
My Yahoo! editor has fallen off the face of the earth which means I’ve been able to write more on this blog. Lucky you! (No contact in about a month now, and I’ve submitted a great story idea and an article in that time, along with a few reminder emails.Whatever.) So in between writing the next episode of Tales From the RV Park, I checked my blog stats on Google Feedburner and noticed I lost about 20% of my subscribers within the four days after this post: Online Dating: Oh my. Well, this explains a lot. The post may or may not explain a lot about online dating, but I can’t figure out why I lost so many subscribers. Especially since I thought the post about the hunter-gather principle would’ve been the one to turn folks off. Or, more likely, this post or this post. Was it something I said?
But, wait! There's more...and then turned on the faucet… *pthhh pthhhh* Water trickled and sputtered out of the faucet for a couple seconds before stopping altogether.
??
I tried it again a few minutes later… *pthhh pthhh pthh* Then nothing.
?? Could it be my wrapped pipes froze?
I turned on the hot water heater. My logic behind this: If the wrapped hose and pipes are frozen, I should still be able to get water from the hot water heater, which is inside and independent of the frozen hose outside. I later learned this logic is a tad “blond”.
But, wait! There's more...
