A drinking buddy of mine was a gunner on a Puff the Magic Dragon during the Vietnam war. The stories he can tell...you would not believe...he compared it to playing a video game.

Anyway...then or now...it is death from above.

It is said that a Dragon lives forever.

I don't know how many of you have ever seen someone go into Anaphylactic Shock I have on several occasions, and it ain't pretty. You will die really quick unless you happen to have an EpiPen close by.

This is just plain sick.

I would make her drink Draino and then waterboard her ass before I burned her at the stake.

Late yesterday afternoon I was on patrol in the Stretchengeti and heard by backyard neighbors getting down with The Band. They had it turned way up, so it got me to thinking...my dog likes what I do.

After a dinner of Habenro Fried Chicken, my woman and I fired up The Last Waltz. Great DVD...turn it up loud.

Anyway, here's a taste.

One more...

Dayum!!!

7th post...didn't know what I was thinking.

How the times change...I think my math was wrong.

I have no idea why this picture is named vman_012b.jpg

No idea at all. Had to be an error in my script...although, when my doggie goes "foot up" doing the tripod...it does remind me of Velociman

Seriously, I'm cleaning up my jpg's, and I've got boo coo that have a *vman* prefix...I think that fucker hacked my box.

Had to be an error in my script.

Red Beans and Rice with fresh Andouille is the Catdaddy

Almost as good as Christina's Gumbo...and that my friends...is saying a lot.

These ain't bad either... Anyone want to guess what they were? Hint...my boy Riprock was in rare form...

...This is a good read. Marco Polo if you can...no wait...James Buckley said that.

...a Democrat, a Republican, or a Redneck?



Here is a little test that will help you decide



You're walking down a deserted street with your wife and two small children. Suddenly, an Islamic terrorist with a huge knife comes around the corner, locks eyes with you, screams obscenities, praises Allah, raises the knife, and charges at you.

You are carrying a Glock cal 40, and you are an expert shot.

You have mere seconds before he reaches you and your family.

What do you do?


Democrat's Answer


Well, that's not enough information to answer the question!

Does the man look poor! Or oppressed?

Have I ever done anything to him that would inspire him to attack?

Could we run away?

What does my wife think? What about the kids?

Could I possibly swing the gun like a club and knock the knife out of his hand?

What does the law say about this situation?

Does the Glock have appropriate safety built into it?

Why am I carrying a loaded gun anyway, and what kind of message does this send to society and to my children?

Is it possible he'd be happy with just killing me?

Does he definitely want to kill me, or would he be content just to wound me?

If I were to grab his knees and hold on , could my family get away while he was stabbing me?

Should I call 9-1-1 ?

Why is this street so deserted?

We need to raise taxes, have a paint and weed day and make this a happier, healthier street that would discourage such behavior.

This is all so confusing!

I need to discuss with some friends over a latte and try to come to a consensus.


Republican's Answer:

BANG!


Redneck's Answer:

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

Click....

(sounds of reloading)

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! click

Daughter: "Nice grouping, Daddy! Were those the Winchester Silver Tips or Hollow Points?"

Son: "You got him, Pop! Can I shoot the next one?"

Wife: "You are not taking that to the taxidermist"

My woman and I often spend weekends at the beach

This is where we go...the Atlantic is about 500 feet behind my back. I took this shot from the deck outside of our bedroom. Damn sun sets in the wrong direction. Anyway, this is where I fall into oyster beds...sink boats...and stay up until the birds are chirping. Been known to play a little Chess as well.

I've been hanging out in this house since about 1980...how cool is that...even have a room with my name on it when I'm in town, and a garage to park my car in. This is where you can park your car when you arrive, and not start it until you leave. Everything is in walking distance. Everything. If not...take the boat...if it is floating. I kid you not, we've sunk the fucker before...more than once.

Point being...ain't nothing like a good game of chess.

I can tell you one thing for certain...knees and oyster beds don't mix Don't mix at all. I can also say a shot of 151 rum on a knee after it has encountered aforementioned oyster bed will make you fucking ...double fucking... jump...more than once. I could've dunked it if the rim was 50 feet high. I kid you not.

Down on my knees in pain is an understatement to say the least.

Hanging out with my mob can be dangerous.