Amazing as it seems, the above header is 12 years old.  I dug back in the old file cabinets for it.  It’s one of the more interesting ones.

So, I knew some work was going to have to be done on the Trike, but I really didn’t want to find out ten miles from home.  The Whelpling and I and my granddaughter (she was on the back of the Whelpling’s brand new Harley) were out riding and to make a long story short, the back brakes locked up.  Probably because it is 21 years old and it has sat for four years.  The only way to get them unlocked was to cut through the brake line to release the pressure.  (I rode home with just the front brakes, so needless to say, we took the backroads home.) And the clutch is way out of adjustment or ruined, so new brake assembly and probably clutch rebuild kit.

The Whelpling says he knows a guy.

We’ll see.

So, after having a nice long weekend, I have to go back to work tomorrow (today is Sunday), I will give everyone an opportunity to contribute to the bills this year since now I’m going to be spending a little bit more not only on myself than I previously thought, (so I won’t be able to kick in as much myself as I had thought) but on the website.  I’ve had a couple of complaints about older issues disappearing from the website when people went looking, not the issues themselves so much as the graphics from the issues.  The reason for that is that I’m very limited on storage space.  I’m only allotted 13 GB of storage and that’s an upgrade from the normal 6 GB.  When it gets full, I’m not able to post anything until I clear some of the old stuff out, so I usually go to the oldest stuff and delete it.  

Well, I’m gathering that is annoying some people, getting rid of Dragon Laffs History, which I totally understand.  Sadly, the next chunk of storage I can buy is 50 GB worth, which should give me plenty for the foreseeable future, but for just being electrons, that stuff sure is expensive!  By just adding that 50 GB of storage, it would basically take the annual charge for the website, domain name, email, etc. and increase the price three fold.  That storage space is expensive!  But, that’s the smallest chunk I can get next.

Anyway, here is where we were when we left off on Monday with our Wall of Fame:

You can go to the upper right hand corner of the website, where you are reading this right now and look for this:

Click on that and it will take you to our Paypal site where you can easily donate or if you like you can write to me at impishdragon@dragonlaffs.com and I can give you my snail mail address or we can work something else out.

And now….

And I guess I should have put this first, but this just in… shots fired at … or NEAR … Trump again!  I’m sure you’ve heard all about it by the time you read this on Thursday, but come on!!!

And now, may I present…KARMA!

Watch this next one quick.  It goes by really fast..

Yeah, I know, it’s an old joke.

This is absolutely amazing!

Q: Did you hear about the divorced redneck? 

A: He wondered if his ex-wife was still his sister. 

Massachusetts Law

In 1659, the state outlawed Christmas.

It was 60,000 bees.
IT WAS 60,000 BEES!!!
And they didn’t believe the poor girl!
And it cost them 33¢ per bee to get rid of them!
Or if you prefer…3 for $1.
3/$1
But…
it was 60,000 B   E   E   S   !   !   !

Smith goes to see his supervisor in the front office. 

“Boss,” he says, “we’re doing some heavy house-cleaning at home tomorrow, and my wife needs me to help with the attic and the garage, moving and hauling stuff.” 

“We’re short-handed, Smith” the boss replies. “I can’t give you the day off.” 

“Thanks, boss,” says Smith “I knew I could count on you!”

An old rabbi is talking with one of his friends and says with a warm smile, “I gladdened seven hearts today.” 

“Seven hearts?” asks the friend. “How did you do that?” 

The rabbi strokes his beard and replies, “I performed three marriages.” 

The friend looks at him quizzically. “Seven?” he asks. “I could understand six, but…” 

“Well, what do you think,” says the rabbi, “that I do this for free?” 

An English man, a Scots man and an Irish man were trying to get in to see the Olympics without tickets. So they got to the stadium during one of the main events and discussed how they would be able to attend without paying. 

The English man walked around the stadium and saw a pole lying on the ground and picked it up. He walked to the entrance and said, “Peter. England. Pole throwing.” The guards let him in without hesitation.

The other two see this and are amazed. The Scots man sees a manhole. He picks up the cover, carries it under his arm to the entrance and says, “McGregor. Scotland. Discus throwing. The guards let him in also.

The Irish man is very frantic, since both his friends are now inside. He walks around the stadium and finds a roll of barbed wire. He picks it up, walks to the entrance and says, “Murphy. Ireland. Fencing.”

A friend asked a gentleman how it is that he never married? 

Replied the gentleman, “Well, I guess I just never met the right woman … I guess I’ve been looking for the perfect girl.” 

“Oh, come on now,” said the friend, “Surely you have met at least on girl that you wanted to marry.” 

 “Yes, there was one girl .. once. I guess she was the one perfect girl. 

The only perfect girl I really ever met. She was just the right everything .. I really mean that she was the perfect girl for me.”

 “Well, why didn’t you marry her,” asked the friend.

 “She was looking for the perfect man,” he said.

The more the MSM says “Threat To Democracy” over and over and over again because the left told them to, not because anyone has any proof whatsoever…

There was a Chinese father named Cheng who was very close to his son. They used to go everywhere together including looking for “birds” (Chinese slang for prostitute). 

One day, Chung the son decided to go overseas for study. The father was very supportive, and before his son left, the father told him, 

“Chung we cannot look for chicken together for the next few years. However, if you need to look for chicken, please go ahead and I will pay for it. But please state the expense as ‘Shooting Bird’ so that your mother will not suspect.”

So the son left, and after a month, the father received the bill from Chung, the son,……(shooting bird – $300).

Subsequently, and for the next few months, the bill for shooting bird is more than $700. Well, the father could not tolerate this, so he wrote to his son.

“Chung Son, you have been shooting too expensive bird, try some cheaper one”.

A month later, Cheng, the father, received another bill from his son. On it he had written:

Shooting Bird – $50
Rifle Repair – $2,000

I’ve run out of time, but I wanted to give you a final update on the donation front before I go…

Blast Specialties, please write to me and remind me who you are so I can fix that.  I’m so sorry.  And I’m on my way to the jail and I’m very late, so I have to end this right here, may God Bless you all for your generosity, your friendship, and being my other family.