A Pussy in the Brothel
As many of you know, Pye doesn’t travel well. You may recall the time she destroyed her brand new (cloth) carrier in a howling fit a few years ago.
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Tales From the RV Park: Hatin’ and Tush
Southern Fried Hatin’ and Trailer Park Tush
There was a long-time tenant, a guy from the deep south. I never saw him without a drink in his hand. He was a nice guy, if you could overlook the blatant racism and sexism, which was hard to do. He never once held back a negative comment about a woman, or a non-white male – even if one was standing right in front of him. If you weren’t white and male, he would likely insult you within five minutes of talking to him. It’s a wonder he never got into a fist fight in all the time he lived at the park.
We’ll call him Southern Fried Hatin’.
Hatin’ had a girlfriend/wanna-be-wife. For the majority of Hatin’s stay at the RV park, his girlfriend
But, wait! There's more...RV stuff I fixed all by myself.
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?
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Chickenbone and I had small pets as kids, guinea pigs and a hamster. The guinea pigs were rather “randy”, mated and had cute little furry babies. Baby guinea pigs are born with a coat of fur, and their eyes open. They look like the just like the adults, but with disproportionately big feet.
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I love small-town festivals. Especially if they have a wacky theme… like oysters. Long-time readers may recall the Begonia Festival in Calpitola, California, also know as the time I “brought sand to the beach“. (That means bringing a date to a cadre of single, financially successful men. A bad idea, … But, wait! There’s more…
Birthplace of Route 66, the Mother Road. And I saw Pandora’s Box in the men’s room.
Seligman, Arizona, a small rural town, is known as the birthplace of Route 66. It’s full of Route 66 memorabilia. Along with a few themed restaurants and shops, there is the old Territorial Jail House from 1860. At one time it housed notorious outlaws such as Seligman Slim, Four-fingered Frank, … But, wait! There’s more…
Blond vs. Blonde. Vanna, can I buy an “E”?
The “Blond” vs. “Blonde” debate. Or perhaps I should say debacle. Yeah, it’s more like a debacle. *sigh* When I started this blog, I did reference the fact I tend to make a lot of typos. Just remember you were warned. At that time I had no idea I’d misspelled … But, wait! There’s more…
Blond Lemming Becomes Homicidal Without Carbs
Blond = Me, Kernut the Blond Lemming = A small, hamster-like rodent with suicidal tendencies, known for throwing themselves off cliffs for no apparent reason. I have lemmicidal tendencies. Homicidal = Self explanatory. Does anyone know the statue of limitations for homicide? Why? No reason. First, I apologize to you … But, wait! There’s more…
A Big Lump On My Butt Cheek
A pain in the ass. P.I.T.A. for short.
You might be thinking: ‘Is she having kinky sex again? Did things get a bit wild?’
Sadly, no.
And it’s not painful, anymore.
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