I actually got lucky, one time.

The socket rolled up against the back tire before it got clear out into the street.

That was the fix on my Malwarebytes and everything is alright in the world.

I got an email and a phone call from CederQ telling me that the site is under attack by Malware and he can’t get into the dashboard. So this is basically a test post. Today is my youngest daughter;s Birthday and I am up early so we can go to downtown Vancouver for a brunch and from there I am going to work. If Bluehost hasn’t got it fixed on their own by the time I get home then there will be a lengthy phone call in order.

Just FYI.

Phil

I think she has a basic grasp of the situation.

Every single time that I have EVER tried to knock a dent out of something it winds up looking like a bag of walnuts.

This is an artist at work here.

I quit working on cars for a living in disgust way back in 1999.

This is the perfect example of why I have never regretted that decision.

An even better rant.

This guy Jess says what a lot of us are thinking. I just can’t rattle shit off the top of my head like he does.

And just because this a classic, here is the long version.

I hope all you Motherfuckers had a great day.

Dirty hands and fingernails turn her on.

I coulda made her climax every night of my life just by walking in the door.

Radio waves coming from under the ice in Antarctica?

Makes one wonder what’s down there as they won’t let anyone near the place.

Which also begs the question, Why is that?

Lessons for lesbians?

Watch your sound volume…

There was a time in the early 80’s when I lived one mile from a Titty Bar over in NE Portland.

The now infamous Club 205.

As far as I know, it’s still there.

Back then it was basically a neighborhood blue collar bar with a nice side of local Bikers too.

In other words, it wasn’t for snowflakes.

They had 2 stages and I had some wild times in that place.

Seriously wild.

Then in the 90’s it changed hands and they spent a bunch of money upgrading the old joint and turned it into a Yuppie hangout.

Thankfully I had been long gone for a long time by then.

I’ll never forget the long haired, bearded Biker dude riding a ’45 Military flavored Harley up into the parking lot that had 4 inches of snow in it, sat inside for a couple hours and got lit up and then slid that old bastard back out onto the road sideways and rode off into the dark like it was nothing.

That stupid Tik Tok video up top just reminded ,me of all that from 40+ years ago.

I can only hope that places like that still exist somewhere.