I had to hire a drone and it caught this image of Johno’s dinner tonight, it is obivous he enjoys fresh killed cat deep fried in balsamic vinegar in a wok…
12 thoughts on “Johno’s favorite dinner entree…”
Took it in a alley, at night with a boomerang.
It was a good kill for the Aussie. I’m sure they will be singing folk songs about it long after he’s gone.
Deathray, how far back did your wheelchair roll when you shot that moose? Truth be told, either it was recovered roadkill (it all counts as protein), or it ate some of your previous cooking experiment that your doggy didn’t bury.
Johno my friend, your entire life is an illusion. I haven’t been in a wheelchair since I was released from the hospital. Besides some swelling which does cause some pain, I’m upright and vertical. Done with physical therapy. Its my clean living and good fresh mountain air that I get daily.
Well, Deathray, good on you, good to hear it, although that “clean living” claim may not be believed by many readers here.
My friend, Trish, suffered the same injury two years ago, and it’s only recently that she hasn’t had a’moon boot’ to wear. The poor lady contracted drug-resistant staphylococcus during the initial surgery, leading to multiple operations and removal of infected bone and the reinforcing plate and pins too.
She lives in constant acute pain, and hobbies around her farm, trying to do the work involved, having also sustained bad spinal and other skeletal damage when thrown from a crazyhorse.
Trish takes in older and abandoned horses, trying to provide a decent retirement life for the old nags, sort of a horse version of a home for crippled old farts trying to cheat death a while longer yet. She does this on her Pat Malone, at her own expense with forage and ver’s bills, as a horse lover.
I wish that I could help her somehow, but I’m dead skint, and a bit too crook myself to do any work and am largely immobile.
Phil’s readers are a decent bunch of people, many with practical ideas that I simply don’t know about, or have experience with. It just wouldn’t occur to Trish that she is in a state far worse than her free-loading animal boarders, having little mobility. I know that some companies run collective programmes for a decent cause, who knows which one that I should approach to organise an appeal for her help?
Give Send Go
Go Fund Me
Sit on the corner with a cardboard sign and a tin cup.
They all seem to bring in donations.
But Cederq, you say that you like eating pussy! I’m pretty sure that we all have done, anyone who’s bought some Chinee takeaway, that is.
I didn’t say or even hinted I like eating pussy. If you knew what resided down there in a vaginal vault, you would not stick your dick in…
I met the gunwriter, Dr. Leo Laden. His weekday job is as a pox doctor, says that the first few months of medical school was interesting as a young man, but looking at pussy cunts* all day long for a living, tends to be depressing, and removes a young man’s interest in female anatomy.
*basic common English, not a curse word. I’m not a doctor, and don’t converse in Latin.
Took it in a alley, at night with a boomerang.
It was a good kill for the Aussie. I’m sure they will be singing folk songs about it long after he’s gone.
Deathray, how far back did your wheelchair roll when you shot that moose? Truth be told, either it was recovered roadkill (it all counts as protein), or it ate some of your previous cooking experiment that your doggy didn’t bury.
Johno my friend, your entire life is an illusion. I haven’t been in a wheelchair since I was released from the hospital. Besides some swelling which does cause some pain, I’m upright and vertical. Done with physical therapy. Its my clean living and good fresh mountain air that I get daily.
Well, Deathray, good on you, good to hear it, although that “clean living” claim may not be believed by many readers here.
My friend, Trish, suffered the same injury two years ago, and it’s only recently that she hasn’t had a’moon boot’ to wear. The poor lady contracted drug-resistant staphylococcus during the initial surgery, leading to multiple operations and removal of infected bone and the reinforcing plate and pins too.
She lives in constant acute pain, and hobbies around her farm, trying to do the work involved, having also sustained bad spinal and other skeletal damage when thrown from a crazyhorse.
Trish takes in older and abandoned horses, trying to provide a decent retirement life for the old nags, sort of a horse version of a home for crippled old farts trying to cheat death a while longer yet. She does this on her Pat Malone, at her own expense with forage and ver’s bills, as a horse lover.
I wish that I could help her somehow, but I’m dead skint, and a bit too crook myself to do any work and am largely immobile.
Phil’s readers are a decent bunch of people, many with practical ideas that I simply don’t know about, or have experience with. It just wouldn’t occur to Trish that she is in a state far worse than her free-loading animal boarders, having little mobility. I know that some companies run collective programmes for a decent cause, who knows which one that I should approach to organise an appeal for her help?
Give Send Go
Go Fund Me
Sit on the corner with a cardboard sign and a tin cup.
They all seem to bring in donations.
Its wok for dinner. Tastes like chicken.
weird al: https://youtu.be/wOy2QCssTaI
Bwahahahahaha
Looks a little rare to me
But Cederq, you say that you like eating pussy! I’m pretty sure that we all have done, anyone who’s bought some Chinee takeaway, that is.
I didn’t say or even hinted I like eating pussy. If you knew what resided down there in a vaginal vault, you would not stick your dick in…
I met the gunwriter, Dr. Leo Laden. His weekday job is as a pox doctor, says that the first few months of medical school was interesting as a young man, but looking at pussy cunts* all day long for a living, tends to be depressing, and removes a young man’s interest in female anatomy.
*basic common English, not a curse word. I’m not a doctor, and don’t converse in Latin.