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They also do a good job of showcasing the white grey/white hair. That nice patch on my chin where the colour is fleeing quickly is the biggest thing I miss seeing when I shave my chin.

 

Time to go to work.

 

Well honestly stuff like this is regional. I Left Oregon for boot in SD in late 82 and mullets had not made an appearance in Oregon. Tats were still mainly seen on bikers and really old men who were either WWII to Korean vets (I only knew one guy who served in nam and he was a chaplain, no tats.) When I got out of boot and rented an apartment in Chula Vista the chick across the hall had a platinum blond mullet, several tats, a ring in her nose that had a chain attached to it, the chain disappeared down the front of her see through t-shirt where you could clearly she it attached to the nipple ring she was sporting. My wife, at the time, took one look at her and stated she wanted to move. They later became good friends. But it freaked the shit out of my wife when they first met.

So, I guess depending on where you lived when your Venn diagram likely accurate. I will say that long hair on guys was fairly popular right up until the day I got my DD214. When I had to have a high and tight I stood out and the moment I could grow my hair any length I wanted every other guy on the street was sporting a buzz cut.

 

There seems to be an owl in our chimney.

 

The Maya would implore you to make every effort to accommodate it's presence. Removing it or disturbing its peace could bring death upon your house. One must leve Xiblaba be or suffer the darkness she/he casts upon your house.

 

I like the owl.

Borla (and this can be a story for noodle too), on my first night in Louisiana my daughters and I were driving through our new neighborhood at night on our own - a little unsettled, you know, being in an unfamiliar place and all (plus, Louisiana just feels weird in comparison to FL) - when a large, pure white owl swooped out of nowhere in front of our car. Freaked us all the hell out at first, but the animal was so unique and beautiful that we were all sort of hopped up and excited after that. Saw another white owl just like it (or the same one) one other time. It was late, late at night, I was standing outside smoking a cigarette and the thing swooped out of a tree and flew up the street about 2' off the ground for a hundred yards or so...looking for something to eat, I assumed. That bird was so majestic and beautiful, it took my breath away. Will never forget it. I don't wax rhapsodic about animals very much, but I do love owls.

 

Most spooked I've ever got in the woods, other then by guys that looked like they walked off the set of "Deliverance," was by a bear. Not even a big bear. I'd tagged my bull elk early in the day and was out right at sunset scouting a bald spot atop a small hill. It was getting dark and the fog was rising. I stood quietly in the middle of this 30 yrd treeless circle trying to hear if I could hear any elk moving about. I'd been there standing still for about 30 mins and decided I was alone. I took one step and heard a loud deep growl. I stopped dead in my tracks and surveyed the brush line. Again I heard a loud deep growl, this time I saw either the fog move or a puff of breath in the brush. I looked directly at the location where I spotted movement. For 30 sec. to a minute I studied the spot and suddenly I noticed a black head sticking out of the brush. I couldn't see his body at all just a head and his big yellow teeth. He had a face that looked like he hadn't eaten in weeks. My guess is he was old and malnourished. He growled loudly again and his massive yellow teeth made my eye brows join my hairline. It dawned on me I had no rifle, pistol or anything more deadly then my swiss army knife. I'd filled my tag so having a weapon on me in the forest during elk season would have be an automatic fine. My Rem. 700BDL 30-06 was in my tent and my .357 Ruger was under my truck seat. Although I'd always been told not to run from a bear I broke out into what Patrick F. Mc Manus would refer to as a "full bore linear panic." I believe I took out a leg of a cell tower and several second growth fir trees on my way down the hill to my truck, they didn't even slow me down.

 

You know a 79 TransAm would just intimidate your sorry ass.

 

Caucasian gentleman, please.

I've got 375hp with paddle shifters sitting in the driveway.*

A '79 TransAm had a max of 185hp. My pickup had more ass.

*It's just... registered to my woman.​

 

What else is it to do in Vegas then?

 

Call girls. And they have a pretty nifty rent-a-machine-gun range somewhere in that region, I hear.

 

Some amazing restaurants there as well.

You can always hit the strip clubs or pony up for some call girls, if that's your sort of thing... but get some quality food in you first.

 

They do but the prices are crazy. For an additional $250 an they'll have a young bikini clad lady join you while you shoot. She'll shoot too but you have to buy her rounds. And that's all she's going to do is stand there and keep company while you shoot. The concept sounded retarded when I first heard it and it still does.

 

Well fuck. Get it together, Tigers.

 

Whatever. You're still behind us in the standings for now.

Tonight is not a good night for the Detroit bullpen. I'll be the first to admit it.

 

Cabrera did just get career home run 350 though, so I can't complain too much.