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How To Build A Flame Thrower At Home.

Ron DeSantis ends presidential bid on eve of New Hampshire primary.

Gotta say I’m not as surprised as he is.

And we wonder why we can’t afford a new truck.

Hey, it works.

Watch to the end….

You have heard the term Playing Turtle?

Yeah, that.

I certainly did.

The push is on to float the idea of putting Moose on the Democrat ticket for President.

I have one condition for that.

She/It has to pull the britches down so everybody can figure out if they are voting for the first Black Woman for President or the second Black Man.

Either way it would be Barack Obama’s 4th term and this country would absolutely not survive.

(Btw, the meme is an original I made many years ago.)

SOoooooo, what’s yours?

Just in case…

Lol!

At this point my distrust isn’t even quantifiable.

For those who don’t know or don’t remember, I grew up with the Viet Nam War on the television every fucking night.

Even back then I knew I was being lied to.

Hell froze over!

Yet.

So I can throw it in the drawer with the half dozen other tape measurers I do already have.

Gotta admit it’s pretty clever though.

Bet ya dollar I still cut a board too short and crooked.

This will always be my favorite Marshall Tucker Band tune.

Now pick your jaw up off the floor and wipe that astonished look off yer face.

Y’all didn’t think I had it in me did ya.

Maybe because he is right?

Ummm, yeah.

You can go fuck yourself right over there freak boy.

Ain’t Fuckin’ Happening.

The Murder Princess was raising hell and scratching at the door wanting to go outside a minute ago.

Yeah? OK then.

As you can see, she didn’t get too far.

I was out in that shit quite a while earlier doing a bunch of running around.

First thing this morning was having to make a run to McDonalds for breakfast,

So I bundled up, put on the new Insulated Coverall’s my son got me for Christmas and went out and warmed up Big Red.

After getting that done and ate, The Wife started throwing a fit about the furnace filter needing changed and of course I had run out of the damn things. So then I headed to Lowes, get the filters and a couple other things.

While I’m there, I looked to see of they had any of those Gas Buddy propane heaters.

Sold clear out.

Off to Bi Mart, it was on the way home anyway.

Nobody but us Geezers ever thinks to check Bi Mart for shit.

A couple years ago when no one could find a small chest freezer anywhere and Home Depot was selling them out of the back of trucks before they could even get them in the store, Bi Mart had two.

So I got one. Same Same with the Gas Buddy heaters.

There was another couple in there close to my age looking at them. The lady said they had already lost power twice in the last week and she didn’t like being cold.

So they had one in the cart and were buying the rubber hose to hook it up to a twenty pound propane tank while they were at it.

I loaded one up, six of the small bottles of propane and the extra hose also just for shits and grins.

I got the biggest model they had and it all came to over two hundred bucks.

Bi Mart may have stuff but they aren’t cheap.

Still, it’s good to keep them in mind for when you are in a pinch.

I load all that shit up and come home to unload it, the whole time it is either snowing or blasting small icy particles everywhere.

Basically frozen rain.

Big Red performed flawlessly in 4 wheel drive the whole trip.

Damn I love that truck.

I get home to start unloading my spoils and the wife starts throwing a fit that I bought the heater.

“I wish you wouldn’t do that”

?

“I don’t want anything with propane in the house”

?!

What the….

So just yesterday you were complaining and worrying about a heat source if the power goes out, I go down in a freaking Blizzard and get something to take care of that and now you don’t want it?!

ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?!

Jesus H. Christ.

I will NEVER understand women.

Fuck it.

I ain’t taking the sonofabitch back until after this fucking weather goes away.

I may not take it back anyway.

Fuck it, I’ll find a hole out in the garage and hide the damn thing.

Who knows, maybe I will go camping or fishing or something and take it with me.

In the mean time, the restaurant that we had dinner reservations called me to let me know they were shutting down until Monday at the earliest so her Birthday Dinner is going to consist of whatever she decides to dig out and make.

At least we still have electricity and football for God’s sake.

That keeps her entertained and happy.

Which means I can sit here and vegetate on the internet.

As it should be on a cold and snowy Saturday night.

Now I’m just waiting for The Murder Princess to start clawing the door wanting back in…..