Good Morning Campers, 

Well, so far, so good.  Today is January 2 and the world hasn’t imploded.  I’m not counting my chickens yet, but … 

In other news, Mrs. Dragon seems to be doing a little better.  A little better each day is good.  I just wish it were faster.  I’m supposed to go back to work on Tuesday, but if she’s not ready … hell, if I’m not ready, it ain’t gonna happen.  That’s what sick leave and regular leave is for.  I’m still not feeling well at all. 

So, anyway, let’s get this show on the road and we can talk about things as we go along. 

Crescent Rolls?!

You know you’re in trouble when the little voices in your head start a chat group.

I went to visit a psychic. 
I knocked on her front door and she yelled, “Who is it?” 
So I left.

I don’t want to say I’m old and worn out, but I make sure I’m nowhere near the curb on trash day.

“What a good boy you are.  Yes you are.  Would you eat someone for me?”

Three weeks after her wedding day, Joanna called her minister.  “Reverend,” she wailed, “John and I  had a dreadful fight!” 

“Calm down, my child,” said the minister, “it’s not half as bad as you think it is.  Every marriage has to have its first fight.” 

“I know, I know!” said Joanna, “but what am I going to do with the body?”

My Therapist:  Why aren’t you being honest with me?  

Me:  Because I don’t want to be hospitalized…

The average person walks 913 miles per year, and drinks 556 glasses (27.8 gallons) of wine per year. 

That works out to 33 miles to the gallon;  Which ain’t bad…

“Go my pretty.  Go and find me a dragon.  One who will eat someone for me.”

This one is from Aussie Pete: 

My  New Year’s Resolution is to never make any  New Year’s Resolutions !  

Pete, I can’t blame you at all, buddy.  Sounds like a GREAT idea to me.

Diary of a Snow Shoveler

December 8: 
6:00 PM.  It started to snow.  The first snow of the season and the wife and I took our cocktails and sat for hours by the window watching the huge soft flakes drift down from heaven.  It looked like a Grandma Moses Print.  So romantic we felt like newlyweds again.  I love snow!

December 9:  We woke to a beautiful blanket of crystal white snow covering every inch of the landscape.  What a fantastic sight!  Can there be a more lovely place in the Whole World?  Moving here was the best idea I’ve ever had.  Shoveled for the first time in years, felt like a boy again.  I did both our driveway and the sidewalks. This afternoon the snowplow came along and covered up the sidewalks and closed in the driveway, so I got to shovel again.  What a perfect life.

December 12: 
The sun has melted all our lovely snow.  Such a disappointment.  My neighbor tells me not to worry, we’ll definitely have a white Christmas.  No snow on Christmas would be awful!  Bob says we’ll have so much snow by the end of winter, that I’ll never want to see snow again.  I don’t think that’s possible.  Bob is such a nice man, I’m glad he’s our neighbor.

December 14:  Snow, lovely snow!  8″ last night.  The temperature dropped to -20.  The cold makes everything sparkle so.  The wind took my breath away, but I warmed up by shoveling the driveway and sidewalks.  This is the life!  The snowplow came back this afternoon and buried everything again.  I didn’t realize I would have to do quite this much shoveling, but I’ll certainly get back in shape this way.  I wish I wouldn’t huff and puff so.

December 15:  20 inches forecast.  Sold my van and bought a 4×4 Blazer.  Bought snow tires for the wife’s car and two extra shovels.  Stocked the freezer.   The wife wants a wood stove in case the electricity goes out.  I think that’s silly.  We aren’t in Alaska , after all.

December 16:   Ice storm this morning.  Fell on my ass on the ice in the driveway putting down salt..  Hurt like hell.  The wife laughed for an hour, which I think was very cruel.

December 17:  Still way below freezing.  Roads are too icy to go anywhere.  Electricity was off for five hours.  I had to pile the blankets on to stay warm.  Nothing to do but stare at the wife and try not to irritate her.  Guess I should’ve bought a wood stove, but won’t admit it to her. I hate it when she’s right.  I can’t believe I’m freezing to death in my own living room.

December 20:  Electricity’s back on, but had another 14″ of the damn stuff last night.  More shoveling.  Took all day.  Damn snowplow came by twice.  Tried to find a neighbor kid to shovel, but they said they’re too busy playing hockey.  I think they’re lying.  Called the only hardware store around to see about buying a snow blower, and they’re out.  Might have another shipment in March.  I think they’re lying.  Bob says I have to shovel or the city will have it done and bill me.  I think he’s lying.

December 22:  Bob was right about a white Christmas, because 13 more inches of the white shit fell today, and it’s so cold it probably won’t melt ’til August.  Took me 45 minutes to get all dressed up to go out to shovel, and then I had to piss.  By the time I got undressed, pissed and dressed again, I was too tired to shovel!  Tried to hire Bob, who has a plow on his truck, for the rest of the winter; but he says he’s too busy.  I think the asshole is lying.

December 23:  Only 2″ of snow today, and it warmed up to “0”.  The wife wanted me to decorate the front of the house this morning.  What, is she nuts!!!  Why didn’t she tell me to do that a month ago?   She says she did, but I think she’s lying.

December 24:  6″..  Snow packed so hard by snowplow, I broke the shovel.  Thought I was having a heart attack.  If I ever catch the son-of-a-bitch who drives that snowplow, I’ll drag him through the snow by his balls and beat him to death with my broken shovel.  I know he hides around the corner and waits for me to finish shoveling and then he comes down the street at a 100 miles an hour and throws snow all over everywhere I’ve just been!  Tonight the wife wanted me to sing Christmas carols with her and open our presents, but I was too busy watching for the damn snowplow.

December 25:  Merry fucking Christmas.  20 more inches of the fucking slop tonight.  Snowed in.  The idea of shoveling makes my blood boil.  God, I hate the snow!  Then the snowplow driver came by asking for a donation and I hit him over the head with my shovel.  The wife says I have a bad attitude.  I think she’s a fricking idiot.  If I have to watch “It’s a Wonderful Life” one more time, I’m going to stuff her into the microwave.

December 26:  Still snowed in.   Why the hell did I ever move here?  It was all HER idea.  She’s really getting on my nerves. 

December 27:  Temperature dropped to -30, and the pipes froze.  Plumber came after 14 hours of waiting for him; he only charged me $1,400 to replace all my pipes.

December 28:  Warmed up to above -50.  Still snowed in.  The BITCH is driving me crazy!!!!!

December 29:  10 more inches.  Bob says I have to shovel the roof or it could cave in.  That’s the silliest thing I ever heard.  How dumb does he think I am?

December 30:  Roof caved in.  I beat up the snow plow driver.  He is now suing me for a million dollars; not for only the beating I gave him, but also for trying to shove the broken snow shovel up his ass.  The wife went home to her mother.  9″ predicted.

December 31:  I set fire to what’s left of the house.  No more shoveling.

January 8:  Feel so good.  I just love those little white pills they keep giving me. 

Why am I tied to the bed?

Thanks Sasquatch!  Laughed my ass off!

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Nobody is a virgin anymore, life has fucked us all.

There was an old man from Australia,
Who painted his arse like a dahlia. 
The colors were fine,
Likewise the design,
The aroma, alas, was a failure.

What     the     hell?

One day at lunch several guys were engaged in a little friendly bragging about their sexual prowess and the dimensions of their members.

First one, then the next would add his own exaggerations until the whole thing became quite ridiculous.

Then Bill said matter of factly “mine’s about four inches.”

There was stunned silence before one of the guys said, “Bill, you’re kidding right?”

“Not at all, four inches.” He said, with perfect sincerity. “You know, some women like it.”

We all sat in embarrassed silence until Bill continued, “Of course, others complain that’s just too wide.”

Breaking News:  CDC changes quarantine duration guidelines to “Whatever you think sounds fair.”

Wouldn’t it be funny to secretly place a sex toy in someone else’s yard sale, then stand back and watch the reactions?!

At the risk of repeating myself … What     the     hell?

Everyday I understand the phrase, “I’m getting too old for this shit” on an even deeper level.

And that’s it for this one my friends.  Not as much of me in this one as I had  hoped, but I hope there was laughter enough for you.  Love and happiness to you all.  Until next time.