A calling to blog! To all gentlemen who are married, and/or married with child(ren). This blog has been created for all of us who want to express something irrelevent or unneccesary but don't have someone (mainly people we share a bed with) who could appreciate it. I harken to the glory days...junior high- a time of irreverent stupidity, when all was fodder and people of the opposite sex never paid attention anyway. I envision this blog as a return to 7th grade, sans testosterone imbalance, where we are free to rant, joke, rave, cry, laugh, spill, and speak. One rule, no bad talking of immediate family (wife and children), all others are game:) This blog is open for posting- send me an email (
motormike5@gmail.com) and I will add you as an author. Enjoy!
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Sure. The term "first chair" gets thrown around a lot like, "raining cats and dogs" or " hot water burn baby." But do you really mean it. Well here is a photo of a first chair. nobody in front of you. Center punch Main Bowl and believe me there was no chad hanging baby! Knee Deep. Man blog worthy. Thanks to my friend Mr. Pete "I only took three turns 'cause it was so deep " Jones for sharing the day.
There I was staring face to face with the great beast. I jumped out of the Expedition, the same vehicle I killed a bear with the year before, and proceeded toward the mighty creature. We were in Sun Valley on a deserted road behind the mountain. It was close to midnight and the only weapon I had was my cunningness. As I labored through the thigh deep snow toward him, he lunged at me as if to say, "Are we doing this? You and me bra!" I let out a yelp and was back in the car with the doors locked in about .003 seconds!