Right now, I'm actually quite regular, it's just when I'm on the road, I'm eating more different foods, and a bit more junk food, so the pump is extra primed when I see ya.

 

 

Right now, WSB may be a lot of things, but a sloppy drinker isn't one of them. He wouldn't allow a single drop of Capt. M to hit his shirt, let alone soak it.

 

Thanks for the compliment, Pete.

 

Right now, not worried about the single drops, but when all the drops get together.

 

Right now home after a little road rage incident.

Some dickhead in a rasied 4x4 Ford F350 accused me of cutting him off (actually I was ahead of him and signaled with plenty of room to merge. He sped up the moment I tried to merge.) and we had a little exchange of words. Something like this.

Dickhead: "Hey prick, why don't you learn how to drive?"
Me: "What are you talking about?"
Dickhead: "You ****ing cut me off back there."
Me: "You mean that shit where you sped up just so I wouldn't have any room?"
Dickhead: "Why don't you pull over so I can kick your ass?"
Me: "Your going to kick my ass?" (in a condscending and sarcastic tone of voice)
Dickhead: "Nice convertible. Is that your girlfriend's car?"
Me: "Big truck small dick right?"

Now that I think about it I had my deparment issued 40 cal Glock 22 in the trunk with 46 hollow point rounds (3 magazines of 15 and one in the chamber) I wonder if I could somehow claim self defense if I put a couple to his head?

 

Right now, more reason not to move to BFE.

 

Right now I don't consider Lake Stevens BFE.

 

Cap.



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Ass.