My baby - Long may you run

My baby dont care for shows
My baby dont care for clothes
My baby just cares for me
My baby dont care for cars and races
She dont care for, high-tone places












so, my little baby needs some TLC these days. New battery, and how excellent it would be if I could afford the time to install new rings. But the valves on these engines are packed together with a shoe horn, and a watch makers precision. Hyrdaulic tappets, so perfect, yet so painful. The cam chain tensioner is slapping around, and compression is under spec. Well, anyhoo, she may be a POS, but she's my little POS. Until I part her out.

Ear Ache my EYE!

Oh man, I mean, Gaawdamn!! ow. Ow! OW!! OOOOWWWW!! OW! OOOWWW HOLISHEEEEIT Friggin OWW!!

My wife just had her eye lines tattooed today. I had the pleasure of holding her hand while a skilled beautician poked a very small array of very small and very sharp needles directly into her wonderful lash line. Anyone who thinks women have a higher threshold for pain has not had their wrist crushed by one as her eyes were gouged over and over and over and over again.

Gotta love her. She'll watch ER while a character is literally vivesected, and note the missing appendix from the hanging viscera and entrails slushing off the operating table, but run squealing from the room if a friggin muppet gets gutted by laser blast in "Farscape". She looks at my tatts like "Freak", and then has frequin needles poked in her eyes.
Sheesh...

Key words: Women, Makeup, Surrender, Now

Avatarded

SS Skunqshaque to set sail - Three Hour Tour Expected

Testing the waters.

Blue skys above, green grass underneath.

hmm..?

What could possibly go wrong??