Well, more good news.  We just found out that we lost our dart location…again!  Those of you who have been around for a while know this happened to us a couple of years ago when the Elks Lodge suddenly and without cause threw us out of their basement.  Now, the Side Pocket, where we play is being forced to close, (through no fault of their own) which means that we are also being forced to find a new home.  Now, they may find a new home that has enough room for us, in which case we will have a new home OR we may find a new place willing to give us a couple of walls to throw darts at a couple of days a week.  I guess that is going to play out over the next couple of weeks.  We just happen to be between seasons, so it’s not as disruptive as it could have been. 

So Putin is losing his mind, and Biden doesn’t have one, so the world is spinning out of control.  It’s all about energy.  Specifically oil.  And yet, Biden won’t put the damn oil sanctions in place that NEED to be put into place and won’t start up oil production in the United States that NEED to be started up.  The two biggest things that need to be done and they are not being done.  WHAT THE FUCK, Biden?  Open up the Keystone Pipeline you idiot! 

And to see their political figures picking up weapons to defend their cities and their homes is so impressive!  Can you see OUR political figures picking up rifles to defend our country?  That’s laughable.  Some would.  I can think of a few who would do it…but not many and certainly not like the Ukrainians are! 

Anyway…

I joined an online grief group.  I haven’t really participated yet, just read other people’s posts.  Not sure I’m going to.  I may throw my two-cents worth in at some point in time, but reading through the posts, it’s almost like … I don’t know … they don’t seem to mesh with what I’m feeling … or they aren’t writing or expressing it that way.  Or it could be that I’m just not seeing it.  They have a HUGE following, like 3.6K followers.  So, you can’t expect everyone to be a great writer, but still.

And talk about calling the kettle black, reading through what I’ve written so far this morning, I should definitely not be casting aspersions on other writers.  Sheesh!  I know I have my own “voice” but it’s a bit scratchy this morning.  So, let’s get to the laughter.  Seems like we really need it this morning.

Our friend of the show “Friggin’ Pete” sent this next one, and I agree with him 101%!  It is a beautiful picture.

Of all the things I have ever posted, this photo is one of my very favorites.

 It says so much without saying a word.

My question, especially given the time frame, is how is Tom connected to the Clintons?  That, then could explain everything.

Yeah, at a friggin’ minimum!

Yeah, I cook a bunch of stuff myself, too.

Just heard that Putin just put his nuclear forces on high alert in response to NATO increased expansion.  He’s a fucking mad man.  Someone needs to stop him now!

I read books, I drink coffee, and I know things.

This next one is from Lynn … not her usual fare, but fun and funny none-the-less:

Killer Chili…

I went grocery shopping recently while not being altogether sure that the course of action was a wise one. You see, the previous evening I had prepared and consumed a massive quantity of my patented ‘you’re definitely going to shit yourself’ chili. Tasty stuff, albeit hot to the point of being painful, which comes with a written guarantee from me that if you eat it, the next day both of your butt cheeks will fall off.

Here’s the thing. I had awakened that morning, and even after two cups of coffee (and all of you know what I mean) nothing happened. No ‘Watson’s Movement 2’. Despite habanero peppers swimming their way through my intestinal tract, I was unable to create the usual morning symphony referred to by my next door neighbors as ‘thunder and lightning.’

Knowing that a time of reckoning HAD to come, yet not sure of just when, I bravely set off for the market, a local Wal-Mart grocery store that I often haunt in search of tasty tidbits.

Upon entering the store at first all seemed normal. I selected a cart and began pushing it about dropping items in for purchase. It wasn’t until I was at the opposite end of the store from the restrooms that the pain hit me.

Oh, don’t look at me like you don’t know what I’m talking about. I’m referring to that ‘Uh, oh, gotta go’ pain that always seems to hit us at the wrong time. The thing is, this pain was different.

The habaneros in the chili from the night before were staging a revolt. In a mad rush for freedom they bullied their way through the small intestines, forcing their way into the large intestines, and before I could take one step in the direction of the restrooms which would bring sweet relief, it happened. The peppers fired a warning shot.

There I stood, alone in the spice and baking aisle, suddenly enveloped in a noxious cloud the likes of which has never before been recorded. I was afraid to move for fear that more of this vile odor might escape me. Slowly, oh so slowly, the pressure seemed to leave the lower part of my body, and I began to move up the aisle and out of it, just as an elderly woman turned into it.

I don’t know what made me do it, but I stopped to see what her reaction would be to the malodorous effluvium that refused to dissipate. Have you ever been torn in two different directions emotionally? Here’s what I mean, and I’m sure some of you at least will be able to relate.

I could’ve warned that poor woman but didn’t. I simply watched as she walked into an invisible, and apparently indestructible, wall of odor so terrible that all she could do before gathering her senses and running, was to stand there blinking and waving her arms about her head as though trying to ward off angry bees. This, of course, made me feel terrible, but then made me laugh. …….BIG mistake!!!!!

Here’s the thing. When you laugh, it’s hard to keep things ‘clamped down’, if you know what I mean. With each new guffaw an explosive issue burst forth from my nether region. Some were so loud and echoing that I was later told a few folks in other aisles had ducked, fearing that someone was robbing the store and firing off a shotgun.

Suddenly things were no longer funny. ‘It’ was coming, and I raced off through the store towards the restrooms, laying down a cloud the whole way, praying that I’d make it before the grand my ass explosion took place.

Luck was on my side. Just in the nick of time I got to the john, began the inevitable ‘Oh my God’, floating above the toilet seat because my ass is burning SO BAD, purging. One poor fellow walked in while I was in the middle of what is the true meaning of ‘Shock and Awe’ . He made a gagging sound, and disgustedly said, “Son of a bitch!”, then quickly left.

Once finished I left the restroom, re-acquired my partially filled cart intending to carry on with my shopping when a store employee approached me and said, “Sir, you might want to step outside for a few minutes. It appears some prankster set off a stink bomb in the store. The manager is going to run the vent fans on high for a minute or two which ought to take care of the problem.”

That of course set me off again, causing residual gases to escape me. The employee took one sniff, jumped back pulling his shirt up to cover his nose and, pointing at me in an accusing manner shouted, “IT’S YOU!.” Then he ran off, returning moments later with the manager. I was unceremoniously escorted from the premises and asked none too kindly not to return.

Home again without having shopped, I realized that there was nothing to eat but leftover chili, so I consumed two more bowls. The next day I went to shop at Kroger’s. I can’t say anymore about that because we are in court over the whole matter. Bastards claim they’re going to have to repaint the store.

Smoking pot and skipping school had me in trouble constantly.  Now weed’s legal and school’s closed…damn kids are living the dream.

That’s a great chess set!

You can’t drink all day if you don’t start in the morning.

Quite often in fact.  We are often underestimated.

If you need a friend, message me, need a laugh, call me, need a hug, stop by my house, need money, this number is no longer in service.

Roses are red…

Who’s nut?

O.M.G.!

Next time you’re feeling down, remember life is all about perspective.  I have a friend who has sex 2 to 3 times a day, exercises twice a day, reads two books a week and yet every day he complains about how much he hates prison.

My other nephew, on-the-other-hand, has a pretty crappy job…

An eight-year-old girl went to the office with her father on “Take Your Kid to Work Day”.
As they were walking around the office, the young girl started crying and getting very cranky.  Her father asked what was wrong with her.
As the staff gathered round, she sobbed loudly, “Daddy, where are all the clowns that you said you worked with?”

WRONG IS WRONG
even if everyone is doing it.

RIGHT IS RIGHT
even if no one is doing it.

Two things define you:
Your patience when you have nothing, and your attitude when you have everything.

The size of your problems is nothing compared with your ability to solve them.  Don’t overestimate your problems, or underestimate yourself.

I like making people laugh.

In some way, it helps me know that someone needs my fucked up sense of humor to cheer them up.

Every woman’s dream is that a man will take her in his arms, throw her into bed…and clean the whole house while she sleeps.

The cops came to my house and asked me where I was between 5 and 6…

Apparently “Kindergarten” was NOT the right answer!

ROFLMAO!  Yeah, right!

Revenge is beneath me.

Accidents, however, will happen.

When you walk with trash, you end up smelling the same.

And now we learn, after hearing on Thursday that Biden is NOT prepared to encourage China to enforce the sanctions against Russia, that Biden shared Top Secret information on Operational Plans concerning NATO and Ukraine with China, who in-turn (of course) shared them with Russia.  That’s called TREASON and if I or one of my people did that, we would be in fucking jail before the sunset!  WHAT THE EVER LIVING FUCK!?!?  Do we need to catch him robbing a fucking bank?

Arguing with me is a waste of time.

I’m so sarcastic and nonchalant that it’s gonna piss you off even more.

The school called today and said, “Your son is telling lies.”

“Well,” I replied, “He must be really good because I don’t have any kids.”

I WANT ONE!!!

And that’s a really good place to put this one to bed.  Hope to see you all on Thursday.  And hopefully with some much better news than we had today.  Love and happiness to you all … and Peace.  Let’s all pray for that, too.