Dragon Laffs

Good Morning Campers,

It’s Friday, it’s late and I have to work in the morning.  I know, it sounds like the story of my life.

Lots of stuff happened this week.  Late breaking was of course the death of Prince at the age of 57.  The last thing I heard was that they had done an autopsy on him and were still going over the results.  Foul play?  Who knows.  It certainly wouldn’t surprise me.

Mass shootings, Houston under water, poor Lethal not only not feeling well, but preparing for the flood waters and losing power for close to a day and a half all together.

It’s been crazy.  Truly a crazy week.

We really need to laugh.

In a bad way.

Oh Lord, I’ve been there so often!  As we get older we … um … we … er …. what was I saying?

 

 

Fair warning has been given!

A mother complained to her doctor about her daughter’s strange eating habits. “All day long she lies in bed and eats yeast and car wax. What will happen to her?”

“Eventually” said the doctor, “she will rise and shine!”

 

K2 sent me a funny little piece that partly said that it is illegal to cry on the stand (in court) in Los Angeles.  I thought that was a bit odd, so I wasn’t going to post it here until I at least did a cursory check on line.  And I found this great article on the Los Angeles DUI Lawyer web page.

7 Laws You Didn’t Know You Were Breaking

 

So many different ways I could humorously describe this picture…so many ways that would get me in deep trouble with Ginny or Diaman…I’ll just let it go.

ARCHITECT: Defines someone who was neither macho enough to become an engineer nor gay enough to become a designer.

BANKER: Someone who lends you his umbrella when the sun is shining and takes it back when it starts to rain.

Budget: A method of worrying before you spend as well as afterward.

CONSULTANT: Someone who uses your wife’s watch, tells you the time, and then charges you for it.

Critic: A legless man who teaches running.

DANCING: The vertical frustration of a horizontal desire.

DENTIST: A magician who puts metal into your mouth, and pulls coins out of your pocket.

DIPLOMAT: Someone who tells you to go to hell in a way which makes you eager to start the journey.

Disarmament: An agreement between nations to scuttle all weapons that are obsolete.

ECONOMIST: An expert who will know tomorrow why that which he predicted yesterday didn’t happen today.

FRIEND: Definition of a person of the opposite sex who has that “Je ne sais quoi” which eliminates any desire to ever try and sleep with them..

HEADACHE: Method of contraception most widely used by women.

IMPATIENCE: Waiting in a hurry.

INTELLECTUAL: Someone capable of thinking for more than 2 hours about something other than sex.

Metallurgist: Someone who is allergic to iron.

Insurance: Paying for catastrophes on the installment plan.

Life Insurance; A contract that keeps you poor so you can die rich.

LOVE: Four-letter word, two vowels, two consonants and two idiots.

Pediatricians: Men of little patients

PESSIMIST: Optimist with experience

PITIFUL: Someone with an erection who walks into a wall and breaks his nose.

PROGRAMMER: Someone who fixes a problem you didn’t know you had in a way you don’t understand.

PRIEST: Someone addressed by everyone as “Father” except his children who call him “uncle”.

PSYCHOLOGIST: Someone who looks at everyone else when an attractive woman enters the room.

TONGUE: Sexual organ which some degenerates use for the purpose of speech.

MONOGAMY: Repressed polygamy.

NANOSECOND: Fraction of time which occurs between the lights turning green and the car behind honking its horn.

NYMPHOMANIAC: Term applied by men to any woman who wants sex more than he does.

TEAMWORK: The possibility of putting the blame on others.

EASY: Term applied to any woman with the sexual morals of a man.

ETERNITY: Period of time which lasts from when you finished until when you leave her in her house.

HARDWARE: The part of the computer which you kick when the software malfunctions.

INTERVIEW: That which can be seen between the interviewee’s legs.

INDIFFERENCE: Attitude adopted by a woman towards a man in whom she has no interest; interpreted by the man as “playing hard to get”.

STATISTICIAN: Someone who is good with numbers but lacks the personality to be an engineer.

 

I’m not saying that the last cartoon is based off of something that Lethal Leprechaun once did, but …. if the shoe fits…

You guys know that I’ve complained many, many times about how much I hate flying commercial airlines.  And that I’ve been spoiled by my many years of flying on military aircraft, I found this graphic at our dear friends at Make Use Of and I have to tell you, I meet every single one of these characters at the airport every time I fly. 

The ones that bother me the most are the ones that block the main walk ways.  Really, Sunshine?  That’s where you’re going to have the long lost reunion with your dearest friend?  Same thing in the grocery store.  Two ladies with their carts parked side-by-side gabbing away, oblivious to the twenty-seven cart back up behind them.

 

It seems that every week there are wonderful videos submitted by the best Campers in the world.  Dragon Laff Campers!  So, let’s jump right in with these strange cars.

And how about this behind the scenes look at some of our favorite commercial personalities:

And then there is this great video of impatient dogs:

One hundred drones with a live orchestra at an airport at night…oh…and did I mention…it’s a world record breaker?  You gotta see this one

So, every time I think I’m done with showing you guys videos, another one comes along that I get excited about.  With this one, I want you to see it because I WANT ONE!!

It looks like a blue high top sneaker with wheels

Got a great, personal email from my dad…Papa Dragon Most Senior…I love it when I hear from my dad!  He always sends such loving, caring emails.  Let’s see what this one has to say…

Golfers are being kidnapped by Aliens!
This is one of the Alien Kidnappers who are kidnapping golfers.

Wow!  Didn’t I tell you what great emails he …. wait … what?

 

Here’s a great puzzle from Ginny…

Most (well some) of you will be able to solve this one without looking.

If you think you’ve got it, or you give up, scroll down for the answer…but think outside the box before you give in.

I know, right?  How many of you who didn’t get the right answer actually learned to drive on a stick….

Like me…

Sigh.

Time to bash the politicians again.

I’m going with Shatner on this one.

So, that’s how he planned on getting those 10,000 Syrian refugees here.

No shit!  You don’t think we could make an impression if we wanted to?  Try taking them away from us and you’ll see EXACTLY what it looks like.

No shit!!! What in the HELL were we thinking!?!

This is always my favorite part…

So, that’s all there is this week.  I hope you enjoyed the issue. Until next time.

Hi!

This is Impish Dragon  bringing you a live update….okay, so not so live, but an update just the same…on our dear friend Lethal Leprechaun.  As many of you know, Lethal hales from the great state of Texas, specifically Houston.  And, as many of you also probably know, Houston has gotten over 18 inches of rain in the last 24 hours and close to 40 inches in the last two days.  Oh, and by the way, more rain is in the forecast.

Well, needless to say, our dear green one has been a bit more concerned with life and limb and not as concerned, rightfully so, with his normal Wednesday Leprechaun Laffs.  He got power back about noon on Tuesday, after being without for over 30 hours.  And he’s one of the lucky ones.  The news says that some people are still without power and maybe for several more days.

So…

No issue from Lethal.  Maybe not for a few days, maybe not until next week. 

I do know that if you send him well wishes through the comment section he will eventually read them.  Unlike sending email or text messages which may or may not ever get through.  The last we talked, we figured that about 40% of our texts were getting through on a timely basis.  Sometimes he would get several hours worth all at once and sometimes he wouldn’t get mine at all.  Same for the ones he sent to me.

So, to make up for your lack of a Leprechaun Laffs, I’m going to dump … or …. um … graciously send you some cartoons for your enjoyment.

Cheers,

Impish Dragon

I wanted so bad to get to this one cartoon, that I just kept adding cartoons until I got there.  It just really cracked me up.  Choking on her own Bullshit.  If only!  Anyway, one more cartoon and we’ll call it a day.  Remember to send those messages to Lethal through the comments section and be well until we meet again.

                As you approach the campground where Impish normally has his Saturday gathering, you notice a new chain-link fence, with a turnstile opening and several guards posted.  The guards don’t appear to be checking on the people coming in, but instead, keep looking towards the mountain entrance like they are expecting somebody.  And by the not-so-subtle body language, it’s easy to see that they’re not looking forward to meeting whomever they seem to be waiting for.

                When you pass through the turnstile you see one of the Ninja Kitties that had gone unnoticed before.  It is sitting up on a little platform right inside the gate and was pushing its head up to the hand of one of the guards and purring contently.  But you also feel like the NK is more concerned with watching the area than the campers entering the park area or the guard absentmindedly rubbing his head.

                You follow along in line, right past the normal campground with the little hill and the small stage and follow the line into the woods.  You ask the person in front of you, “What’s going on?”

                “I’ve no idea.  I’m just following along with everyone else.”

                The camper in front of him, having heard the conversation, turns his head back briefly and says, “Yup.  That’s all we’re doing.  Following the one in front of us…just like Lemmings…or liberal democrats…serve us right to just drop off a cliff into the sea.”

                “Ah, yeah, thanks buddy,” you mumble as you walk deeper into the woods.

                After what seems like hours, but is probably much shorter than that, due to the terror invoked by these forests, which are reputed to be either haunted, containing monsters, full of liberal democrats, or magically protected in their own right, you finally arrive at a clearing that looks almost identical to the normal location for Dragon Laffs.

                Up on the makeshift stage, The Great Blue One himself is there in his little dragon form. He is waving everyone to come and sit down and he’s shushing to get the crowd to stay quiet.  Once they are all seated he says in a loud stage whisper, “I’m glad you all could make it this morning, I have a couple of announcements and then we’ll jump right into today’s issue.  You may be wondering why we are not in our usual location, why there were armed guards at the gate, why we’re hidden away in the Tmavé Lesy, why we are being so quiet, why…”

                “Perhaps you ought to just get to it.” Diaman gently chides our blue dragon.

                “Right, right you are dear one. Well, to put a not to subtle twist on the facts, Lethal Leprechaun is sick.  I know what you’re thinking.  You’re thinking, ‘Isn’t Lethal always a little sick?  I mean, come on…his name is LETHAL Leprechaun, isn’t that a little indicative of … er … something?’ Well, I’m not talking about that kind of sick.  I’m saying the green one is more green than usual, he’s medically ill, unhealthy.”

                “Do you guys not remember back to just this past Wednesday where the Ninja Kitties …” And as if summoned by the mere mentioning of their name, Brutus leaps up from the ground, where he had stalked invisibly to right below the podium, and leaps up to the table top and begins whispering in Impish’s ear.

                “Okay, green alert everybody, Lethal has gotten through the guards we left at the original campsite.  Brutus, remind me to make sure their families are duly compensated.  He can be here any minute.  All of you campers need to appear as if you’ve been reading today’s issue all along and that you haven’t seen me nor the girls.  Diaman, Ginny, you’re with me.  I understand Miss Friday is hidden away in her secret scramble hole, so we are off to Playtime Mountain and into one of the luxury bolt-holes there, where we should be safe.  At least for a day or two.”

                “I hope you enjoy the issue and …” Screaming and cursing in Gaelic can be hurt in the distance along with the sounds of trees being uprooted and thrown.  “…and it’s time for us to go.”

                You watch as Impish turns into Big Blue, kneels so that Ginny and Diaman can climb aboard and then he leaps into the air, down stroking with his huge leathery wings and flies away in the opposite direction from where the sounds are coming from.

                Not moments later, Lethal Leprechaun bursts from the tree line, looking down at what appears to be a cell phone with a different screen and many different buttons than a normal cell phone.  “Dammit all, it says he’s bloody gone!  Again!  I just need to tell him that I’m …”  Looking up, Lethal seems to notice you for the first time. 

                “Oh, hello there.  What are you all … is this where that great blue lizard moved Dragon Laffs to?”  Nobody says a word, but there are many head nods and the sounds of throat gulping.

                “Oh bloody hell!  He’s running from me, isn’t he?”  Again, just the nodding of heads, most of them now.

                “Did anybody see which way he went?”  In complete silence all hands point in the opposite direction from which Lethal appeared.

                “And the girls?  Ginny and Diaman?”  Again, all hands point without a word being spoken.

                “Well damn!”  Lethal lifts his wrist and speaks into either his watch or his shirt sleeve, “No, he’s gone.  Fetch the helicopter and meet me at clearing L3.  I say again, extraction at L3.  Leprechaun Actual out.”

                He then turns to all of you, before stalking back into the forest and says, “Well go on with the lot of you.  Don’t you have an ezine to read?!”

 

Good Morning Campers,

Well, I did end up making it home.  It was a whole lot more of a pain in the ass than I thought it would be.  My original plans were for a plane from Wichita to Chicago at 3 pm, get into Chicago at 415 pm, leave Chicago at 445 pm and be in Indianapolis about 7 pm.  That would’ve put me home about 9:30 pm or so.

Since I’m writing this from hiding, earlier in the week, I can safely take the time to tell you what really happened.  So, without any further ado, Here’s what did happen.  We got to the Wichita airport a couple of hours early, just like we were supposed to, then we find out that our plane to Chicago was delayed coming from Chicago because of the ice and snow in Chicago.  We managed to arrive in Chicago just about 15 minutes after our connecting flight left.  Was there another flight right away?  Yup, there sure was!  Woo Hoo!  Did they have room for us?  Oh, hell no! 

We now have a 3 1/2 hour wait in Chicago and to make a long story short, we didn’t get into Indianapolis until about midnight and it was after 2 am Saturday morning before I got home and I had to be back to work at 6 am.  I know that there are some of you out there saying, “Why did you have to be to work at 6 am? Couldn’t someone else have done it?”

Well, no.  The only two people who could’ve done it are me and my boss.  The same two people who didn’t get home until after 2 am.  So, we were both really tired and there by 6 am.

Okay, so now I’m worn out just talking about my trip, so this is where you guys start reading.

I will really use this one!  Get a twenty-sided dice (each column has 18 items) if you roll a 19 or a 20 on any of the three dice then you have to go to the event without an excuse.  So, here’s my first excuse:
I can’t go to the movies with you this weekend because my drug dealer might be the Blair Witch and I need to watch all of the “Pirates of the Caribbean” movies.
Okay, so that was really fun!
I really wanted to go to the meeting but Kate Upton ate a piece of chalk and I want to fight my dad.
Okay, not really.  I don’t to fight my dad, he’ll kick my ass!  He didn’t get to be Papa Dragon Most Senior for nuthin’!

Hmm, Mrs. Dragon just told me that she can’t have sex with me tonight because “My High School Principal put a spider in my mouth while I was sleeping and I just want to die.” Sounds plausible I guess. 

Here’s another of those dragon snow globes that we supposedly sell in our gift shop.  I say supposedly because I have still been unable to find it.  All the girls say it’s here, but I can’t seem to locate it.

That’s a MUCH better price than I get for porn on the internet.

As we draw closer and closer to the elections, I have to say that I am getting more and more of these p0litical cartoons that I need to share.  So, I’m going to make this section a bit longer today so I can get rid of … I mean share …more pictures with you.

Okay, just put a little dent in the number of political pictures and cartoons I have.  Maybe I’ll throw a few more in before the end.

So, let’s go back to laughing again.

Isn’t this cool?  This is a recruiting poster for our in-house security team.  Makes guarding a cave for two mythical creatures seem really exciting, doesn’t it?

 

You know that I always try to put some humorous videos here, under this category, but sometimes I just have to show you something…else.  This first video will piss you off until the very end and then you will cheer for New Yorkers.

One of the biggest surprises in that video were the number of people who were willing to take that girl away and protect her.  YOU GO NEW YORK!!

 

I love a good prank.  And this one is one of the best!

 

And this next one will just make you smile.

Okay, last video for today…or at least for now.  I love watching things in slow motion and the slo-mo guys love it too.

Yes, but you can only imagine the fantastic life and unbelievable potential you have in front of you between now and then.

There have been times in my life where I would have gladly laid my head on the same pillow as this little guy seems to have found.

I’m not going to tell you which of our favorite girls sent me that last one.  Hee, Hee, Hee!

 

You have to be a Monty Python fan to get that one!

I saved this for the end, cause I didn’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings.  It’s a crappy topic but something we all need to talk about.  Today is April16th and Monday, the 18th, is the last day to….

gulp…..

file your taxes!  So, let’s try to celebrate Tax Day with a little humor:

How about if we end this issue with a look at how great this country not only could be, but has been!

You enter the Conference Room to see it has been taken over by the Ninja Kitty Clan. Taken over to the extent that each seat or preferred bench spot seems to have a cat laying in it awaiting a human attendant. Clan Mistress SC is lounging somewhat uneasily atop the podium as distantly you can hear the angry bellowing of Lethal start out with “WHAT?! OH I SWEAR I AM GOING TO KILL SOMEONE TODAY! Which idiot came up with THAT solution?”

The sound of hastily closing fire doors can be heard and all the Ninja Kitties seem agitated and nervous, except for those few already being petted.

SC pushes a roll of paper off the edge of the podium to unfurl which reads:

Humans pet Kitties now please. Green one has been hissing continually since Friday. This not good for Kitties. Big blue lizard run away and hide. Kitties hide too but need human interaction and petting. Mean blue lizard took pretty giggly kitty petting humans with him.  You pet us, I push button start the issue. NO pets- no issue. Green one comes it be every human and kitty for themselves.

SC continues to stare at all of you until you settle and begin petting cats. Soon the room is filled with the soft throbbing sound of purring which manages to even drown out the occasional distant outburst from Lethal.

With a nod she stretches and then pounces on the button before jumping down to seek a lap herself

 

Today I had to go to Lowe’s. As I approached the entrance, I noticed a driver looking for a parking space.

I flagged the driver and pointed out a handicap parking space that was open and available. The driver looked puzzled, rolled down her window and said, “I’m not handicapped!”

Well, as you can imagine, my face was red! “Oh, I’m sorry,” I said. “I saw your ‘I’m Ready for Hillary’ bumper sticker and just assumed that you suffer from a mental disorder.”
She gave me the finger and screamed some nasty names at me.

Boy! Some people don’t appreciate it when you’re just trying to help them

 

CONDOM HISTORY

This pearl of history may have escaped you. I’ve always been a student of history but I didn’t know this.
In 1272, the Arab Muslims invented the condom, using a goat’s lower intestine.
In 1873, the British refined the idea by taking the intestine out of the goat first.
Don’t thank me; I do this as a public service for the advancement of education.

Naked & Afraid: Celebrity Edition – SNL

 

Most of our generation of 60+ were HOME SCHOOLED in many ways .

1. My mother taught me TO APPRECIATE A JOB WELL  DONE.

“If you’re going to kill each other, do it outside. I just finished cleaning.”

2. My mother taught me RELIGION.

“You better pray that will come out of the carpet.”

3. My father taught me about TIME TRAVEL.

“If you don’t straighten up, I’m going to knock you into the middle of next week!”

4. My father taught me LOGIC.

” Because I said so, that’s why .”

5. My mother taught me MORE LOGIC .

“If you fall out of that swing and break your neck, you’re not going to the store with me.”

6. My mother taught me FORESIGHT.

“Make sure you wear clean underwear, in case you’re in an accident.”

7. My father taught me IRONY.

“Keep crying, and I’ll give you something to cry about.”

8. My mother taught me about the science of OSMOSIS.

“Shut your mouth and eat your supper.”

9. My mother taught me about CONTORTIONISM.

“Just you look at that dirt on the back of your neck!”

10. My mother taught me about STAMINA.

“You’ll sit there until all that spinach is gone.”

11. My mother taught me about WEATHER.

“This room of yours looks as if a tornado went through it.”

12. My mother taught me about HYPOCRISY.

“If I told you once, I’ve told you a million times, don’t exaggerate!”

13. My father taught me the CIRCLE OF LIFE.

“I brought you into this world, and I can take you out…”

14. My mother taught me about BEHAVIOR MODIFICATION .

“Stop acting like your father!”

15. My mother taught me about ENVY.

“There are millions of less fortunate children in this world who don’t have wonderful parents like you do.”

16. My mother taught me about ANTICIPATION.

“Just wait until we get home.”

17. My mother taught me about RECEIVING.

“You are going to get it from your father when you get home!”

18 . My mother taught me MEDICAL SCIENCE.

“If you don’t stop crossing your eyes, they are going to get stuck that way.”

19. My mother taught me ESP.

“Put your sweater on; don’t you think I know when you are cold?”

20. My father taught me HUMOR.

“When that lawn mower cuts off your toes, don’t come running to me.”

21. My mother taught me HOW TO BECOME AN ADULT.

“If you don’t eat your vegetables, you’ll never grow up.”

22. My mother taught me GENETICS.

“You’re just like your father.”

23. My mother taught me about my ROOTS.

“Shut that door behind you. Do you think you were born in a barn?”

24. My mother taught me WISDOM.

“When you get to be my age, you’ll understand.

25. My father taught me about JUSTICE .

“One day you’ll have kids, and I hope they turn out just like you!”

This should only be sent to the over 50 crowd because the younger ones would not believe we truly were told these “EXACT” words by our parents…

(For you uninitiated GTA V is Grand Theft Auto 5 a popular Video game.)

ISIS Hunting 101: How to Bag & Tag Jihadis

 

On 21 February 2006, Canadian Paul Marek published on his blog Celestial Junk an article titled “Why the Peaceful Majority is Irrelevant.” In passages such as the following, Marek’s essay warned about the dangers of Islamic fanaticism and dismissed as irrelevant the notion that the overwhelming majority of Muslims are peaceful:

We are told again and again by “experts” and “talking heads” that Islam is the religion of peace, and that the vast majority of Muslims just want to live in peace. Although this unquantified assertion may be true, it is entirely irrelevant. It is meaningless fluff, meant to make us feel better, and meant to somehow diminish the specter of fanatics rampaging across the globe in the name of Islam. The fact is, that the fanatics rule Islam at this moment in history. It is the fanatics who march. It is the fanatics who wage any one of 50 shooting wars world wide. It is the fanatics who systematically slaughter Christian or tribal groups throughout Africa and are gradually taking over the entire continent in an Islamic wave. It is the fanatics who bomb, behead, murder, or honor kill. It is the fanatics who take over mosque after mosque. It is the fanatics who zealously spread the stoning and hanging of rape victims and homosexuals. The hard quantifiable fact is, that the “peaceful majority” is the “silent majority” and it is cowed and extraneous.
History lessons are often incredibly simple and blunt, yet for all our powers of reason we often miss the most basic and uncomplicated of points. Peace-loving Muslims have been made irrelevant by the fanatics. Peace-loving Muslims have been made irrelevant by their silence. Peace-loving Muslims will become our enemy if they don’t speak up, because like my friend from Germany, they will awake one day and find that the fanatics own them, and the end of their world will have begun. Peace-loving Germans, Japanese, Chinese, Russians, Rwandans, Bosnians, Afghans, Iraqis, Palestinians, Somalis, Nigerians, Algerians, and many others, have died because the peaceful majority did not speak up until it was too late. As for us who watch it all unfold, we must pay attention to the only group that counts; the fanatics who threaten our way of life.

Marek’s article has been republished in books such as How to Achieve a Heaven on Earth and Getting Through: How to Talk to Non-Muslims About the Disturbing Nature of Islam, and it has been widely circulated on the Internet under the title “A German’s View on Islam.” However, in the latter form the essay has most commonly been attributed to the late Dr. Emanuel Tanay, a psychiatrist and Holocaust survivor who isn’t German (he was born in Poland and immigrated to the United States) and had nothing to do with writing it.

So, today is Monday, the first day of my out of town trip.  I am in Wichita, Kansas, the only place in the entire world that is flatter than Northern Indiana.  And Northern Indiana is flat!  Real Flat!  Flatter than Flat!

How flat is it?

Well, I’ll tell you how flat it is!  It’s flatter than your 10 year-old niece!  It’s flatter than a pancake run over by a steam roller!  It’s flatter than…..okay, so yeah.  It’s kinda flat.

The briefings so far have been boring and the food has been awful, so we’ll have to see how it goes from here.

So, let’s get some of the fun stuff started!

And if you hadn’t figured it out yet, Dragon Laffs contains:

How to stop time: Kiss
How to travel in time: Read
How to escape time: Music
How to feel time: Write
How to waste time: Social Media

 

At Dragon Laffs we start them out pretty young:

 

Here I present, with a thankful nod to Jeannie, a short explanation of the book:

All so very true.

This next one is just so perfect!  Please, please, please let this have actually happened:

And this one I just keep watching over and over and over again.  It’s so hard not to laugh at this person’s discomfort:

And this one too, is just as bad…

A rare photograph of Impish and Diaman as children

It’s Tuesday!  A full day at the Forum…Conference….Seminar…whatever the hell it is.  Ended up being a 13 hour day.  Lethal’s response was that it was about time I worked 1/2 a day.  He’s such a great supporter of mine.

I have a BUNCH of work emails to go through and a BUNCH of personal emails to go through, so why don’t you guys go ahead and continue with the issue while I take care of those.

An old man was a witness in a burglary case in Miami. The defense lawyer asks Sam, “Did you see my client commit this burglary?” “Yes,” said Sam, “I saw him plainly take the goods.” The lawyer asks Sam again, “Sam, this happened at night. Are you sure you saw my client commit this crime?” “Yes” says Sam, “I saw him do it.” Then the lawyer asks Sam, “Sam listen, you are 80 years old and your eye sight probably is bad. Just how far can you see at night?” He quickly replied, “I can see the moon, how far is that?”  

Thanks to Lethal for this one.  That is one hell of a view.  Oh, and mind that first step.

Pretty friggin’ far it seems!

So, today is Wednesday, it’s 830 pm and I JUST got back to my room at the hotel.  It’s been a really busy week so far and I am pretty much exhausted.  Meetings and conferences all day long. I’m really glad I’m  not important or I’d be doing this sort of stuff all the damn time.  I don’t know how they do it!  I guess you’ve got to be a born paper pusher.

Not me.

Well, again, tonight, I have to check my work emails and get caught up on them, so you guys go ahead and keep reading and I’ll catch up with you when I get done.

This is one of the displays from a vendor that came by the mountain and showed Lethal and I these new support drones.  It’s got a really good visual acuity, very fuel efficient and tends to blend in quite well with our environment here at the mountain.  I liked them, but ultimately, the security of our offices is up to No-name and Lethal.  I’m not sure if we got any for around here, but I’m pretty sure that Lethal got some for Keibbler Towers. 

Yeah, yeah, I said I was going to check emails, but I wanted to explain that last one to you when you got to it.  So now, back to work.  Happy reading.

Good Morning!  It’s Thursday morning and I have a few minutes before I head to work…another day in the salt mines of Kansas…so I thought I’d give you guys some great political pictures.

Ain’t that the truth!  Okay, now I gotta go to work, so you guys continue on and I’m going to work.  See you tonight.

Yup, that shit happens to me all the damn time. 

Oh, by the way, I’m back from work.  And, I just figured out, that I have to finish and post this tonight.  I won’t have any time after tonight to work on it, so …. let’s hold on for the final ride my friends. 

Whhhhhheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

So, my dear friends.  It’s now very late (I had to take care of a presentation for tomorrow) so this will be the end for this week.  I’ll be home tomorrow, which for you guys is yesterday, and life will finally be back to normal.

Be well, be happy and laugh.

Until we meet again.

Cheers,

Impish