DubiousMcCynic
DubiousMcCynic
DubiousMcCynic

Too bad his father felt the need to set up such a scene for his children to see. I hope the boy didn’t see this. My best friend set up a suicide scene so heartbreaking to witness, i am still pissed off 30+ years later. I’m glad it was me that cleaned it up, instead of her kids getting off the school bus.

Hope you're ok after these hard two years. Been there. 

I am trying to get the nick name Satchel Ass out there. A fine, down home pejorative. 

Super happy to star this first. 

To me, the dead silence regarding the family members says they are a subject of intense investigative interest.

Right on! I also get a whiff of " I was so dark then, but now I am woke" for public consumption, which blows. 

They made taffy as soon as The Parent's buggy went over the hill. They ate up the barrel of sugar making ice cream, basically the same crap me and my brothers pulled, except we were frying hot dogs and guzzling Tang. Also there were unholy experiments making banana flavored " crepes." 

My son has a biology degree, with an interest in mycology. We took a little stroll thru the pasture and he pointed out the many, many psilocybin shrooms growing in the cowflop at our feet. Now that I've been taught to ID them, i see them everywhere, especially in wood chip bags burst open at Wal Mart. I'm not tempted,

I dunno. Thoughtful commentary there. Actually makes me feel good knowing how many smart people there are out there. 

Off topic, but i was just shown an ad on Splinter for Redbox. The line was: try before you buy, unlike your mail order bride” WTF? I mean, WTF??

Well, there's a new drinking game. Everyone do a shot each time he sniffs. Better buy a handle.

Ignoranamus.

Agreed. Here to say it has plenty of juice. Surprising, because my 07 Accord v6 was really something. I hated to give it up. 

I am still riding my 1300 Sabre and look like a boss bitch doing so. Honda bikes since the 70's. 

Hey, self, ALMANZO, Almonzo, Almonzo

I always think of the blacking brush incident in the parlor. Poor Alonzo crying in the corn crib. That was a great book! I lost my raggedy copy from my childhood. Prob 40 years later, I found an identical copy in a flea market, opened it up, and, LO, there was my name in baby cursive inside..FOUND!

I was out running one night and a panel van passed me, went down a bit and turned around. I was hep, having run ( ran?) at night for years. I jumped into the woods near the road and bent over to cover the reflective markers on my Sauconys. The van circled back over and over, actively searching for me, WITH THE PANEL

Joe Dirt has the 411 on this facial hair disaster.

True THAT. The only thing i gained from this was noting how different the man looked from mugshot to mugshot. 

I much preferred Farmer Boy, which covers Alonzo's boyhood in upstate New York.