— OutdoorsWI (@outdoorswi1) May 17, 2024
Old Truck Tuesday
None whatso ever.
Dmm want’s to pass off these ladies as the English drinking team, but only in his fevered AI fueled fantasies. Got the tits right, but still can’t get the fingers…
Red Neck Ingenuity Strikes Again
I bet this would be handy for more than just Marshmallows.
Hot Dogs come to mind right away.
Carve out more hours for this blog
Yup, X4
Phil said my name is all over this.
Gunday Monday XL
Contributed by Don’t mind me and Wild, wild West.
1)Dmm:
2)
3)
4)
5)
6)
7)
8)
9)
10)
11)
12)
13)
14)
15)
16)
17)
18)
19)
20)
1)Wild, wild West:
2)
3)
4)
5)
6)
7)
8)
9)
10)
11)
12)
13)
14)
15)
16)
17)
18)
19)
20)
Sent in from TX2Guns… The fucking truth!
Fucking Politicians and their minions
Contributed by Bear Claw, thanks for sending it!
Adventures In Small Engine Repairs
Don’t you dare tell anyone but once in a while I can be a nice guy.
There seems to be an instant kind of negative Karma attached to it though.
I try to be nice and help somebody out and it winds up shitting in my face.
This little story is a perfect example of that.
There is this guy that lives down the street from me I talk to occasionally. The neighborhood mailbox is right across the street and I see him every once in a while.
He’s a nice guy, hard working little bastard and he has had a bunch of troubles over the last year or so.
He was working as a baker at a major brand Bread outfit over in Portland on graveyard but he got fucked up in his neck or something and they wound up letting him go.
He was out of work for quite a while.
One day about a year ago now, we were talking and he sees the garage door open and gathers that I have some mechanical aptitude so he starts telling me about this fucking Pressure Washer that he bought a few years ago that he could never get started.
It sat new in the box for a long time from what I gather.
It has zero hours on it and when he tried to return it they laughed at him and told him to pound sand.
Too much time had passed.
So I felt sorry for the guy and told him to bring it to me and I would see what I could do.
I think that was sometime around last fucking September or so. Either way it was a long time ago.
I messed with the damn thing and messed with it.
The valves were way the hell out of adjustment, like enough to jump off the little push rods. Nearest I can tell, it’s a little Honda knock off, and a Harbor Freight Predator type engine.
I couldn’t find shit about it going by the name and model number on the pressure washer.
So about last October or so. I threw my back out pulling on the bastard and I haven’t felt good ever since so it just sat.
A month or so ago I pulled it out and tried again. The guy is in no hurry.
I messed with it and messed with it and actually got to run for like, one second.
It acted like it had no compression sometimes and once again I threw my back out yanking on the fucker so I took the pull rope assembly off and turned it with an electric impact gun and a socket.
Still no love.
So today I tried again but this time for sure the little fucker had no compression so I got pissed off and tore into it.
I yanked the head off the little cocksucker and bigger than shit, there it was.
It’s either a piece of Zip Tie or some other hunk of plastic that was holding the exhaust valve open.
I took that out, put the thing back together, hooked up some water and put some gas in it.
It started on the third pull and proceeded shaking so hard it blew the pull starter mechanism off.
I had noticed it acted like it was sticking earlier.
The diagnosis there is that when I was using the electric impact I tightened the pull starter cup up so tight that I bent the cheap assed little tin cup
Luckily I had loosened up the bolts on the pull starter mechanism so it would turn and it didn’t break or strip and of the bolts and holes.
They just backed out in a big hurry.
After I tried to straighten the cup out with no luck I said Fuck It and put everything away.
At least I saw it run finally.
I came in the house, got online and went straight to Amazon.
$14.50 or so later, it will be here tomorrow.
I also went and got a new spark plug earlier because it looked gas fouled.
When that shit gets here tomorrow, I will bolt it on, fire the thing up just to make sure and then go find this guy.
In the future whenever I get the urge to help someone out, I will grab a hunk of steel rod and hit myself in the nuts until the urge to help goes away.
War, intrigue, flat earth, cold, aliens. It has every thing a person could wish for.
Vox Popoli, https://www.voxday.net./
Unlocking Antarctica
Somehow, I doubt the coming conflict over Antarctica is actually about the oil that was supposedly just discovered there.
Deep beneath the harsh wasteland of the Antarctic shelf lies a prize hundreds of millions of years in the making. For more than 150 years, wars have been fought for access to oil, the thick, black ooze that the world has come to rely on. Despite the growth of renewable energy in recent years, almost all of the world’s energy, 84% as of 2020, runs on fossil fuels, including oil and gas.
And with the Russian discovery of an estimated 511billion barrels of oil and gas in the Antarctic, the race for Black Gold is on once again, as nations across the world claiming they alone own the land above the fossil fuel reserve, even though a historic treaty prevents anyone from accessing it.
But experts have warned that Russia and China should not be trusted and that the West ought to make preparations to prevent them from getting their hands on it. Russia’s discovery underneath the Antarctic is already starting to spook the West, with the issue being brought up at a Select Committee this week.
It’s becoming increasingly obvious that there is something important being concealed from the world down in Antarctica, though whether it is aliens, secret Nazi space bases, or the ice wall around the edge of the Flat Earth, I wouldn’t even begin to hazard an opinion. But whatever it is, it’s big enough that the Narrative needed to suddenly announce the existence of a massive oil discovery in order to explain the incipient conflict over it.
World War III is certainly turning out to be considerably more intriguing than I’d ever imagined.
You can check in, but you can never check out…
My Truck
