As you enter you catch a receding roar and faint smell of brimstone exhaust from an infernal combustion engine along, with a couple bars of Bad to the Bone as Ginny makes her way to her reserved seat. Diaman is walking under her own power abet slowly  using Thor’s arm and a spectacularly designed custom cane to a special recliner which offers leg massage to increase the circulation in her legs and aid in healing. On either side of the room are 2 groups of gentlemen in dark suits and fedoras glaring alternately at each other and around the room. They appear to be looking for someone or something. Several Cyber Lethals enter and take up strategic positions near the 2 groups of suits causing  to visibly blanch. You are just in time to hear Lethal say in an uncommonly threatening voice which he usually reserves for a certain wayward (and currently absent) dragon-

“Gentleman I said this neutral territory UNDERSTOOD? I’ll not be saying it again or standing for another incident like what occurred in the executive dining room. I hope I’ve made myself and my ability to have my way in this clear?”

You think you hear one gentleman on one side mumble something that sounds like ‘Mia maxima culpa Don Lethal, con il nostro massimo rispetto’ in what might be heavily accented Brooklyn Italian.

One of the men from the other side takes his hat off “My Bad Don Lethal we wuzn’t expecting no udders would be here. My associate is outside now watching our ride. He won’t be making no trouble wid dat broken shoulder your tin goons done gived him”

Lethal give cut nods to both side al turns his attention to you folk.

Good Morning Readers! As you can see we have some unexpected guests this morning, well technically they are Impish’s unexpected guests but he seems to have momentarily stepped out just about the time they arrived. The gentlemen on my right are from the New York City Pizza Promoters Council and represent the five families I MEAN boroughs while the gentleman on my left are from Chicago’s Deep Dish Pizza Defense Coalition and represent the West Coast Mob I MEAN pizza styles interest! Both are rather unhappy with some publically made comments by Impish in his last issue and wish to break a foot off in his I MEAN lodge their protests and physically vigorous voice their displeasure with his comments. My apologies for agreeing to host this meaning gentleman and then have the Impish bolt like a rabbit being chased by a pack of hungry hounds. I’m sure security will locate his hiding hole shortly. Mean time please help yourself to the cannoli and espresso.

You know folks as I started laying this issue out I was starting to feel badly about all the jokes which were finding there way in at Impish’s expense, especial;y in light of a promise I made to him privately to lighten up on picking on him. However then Saturday’s issue came around where not ONLY did he blow a once in a life time shot to get rid of all the Welfarian’s to say nothing of negate the effects and embarrassments of Obama’s Presidency in their entirety, but he had the unmitigated gal and poor taste to try talking smack on the subject of pizza and tout New Jersey pizza as the best.

NOW I don’t feel bad about the fact the Maniacal Dragon Targeting Bus Driver has apparently returned with a vengeance. Impish deserves it and besides he needs to waddle off all that pizza and beer! Speaking of pizza the gentleman have kindly bought Dragon sided quantities of their respective products and I am informed by a text message that the 1st ones are on their way up from the kitchen as I speak. I can stick around just long enough to grab a slice of each then I have to jet off to class.

Enjoy the issue, class dismissed.

Before we get to all the Laughing (most of it this issue at Impish’s expense) I have a happy announcement. Today is a very special day for a member of our Dragon Laugh’s Family, one that causes Impish’s chest to rightfully puff out in pride. Please join with me in saying…

Izzy, here’s a tip for you, if you expect to be driving shortly after your 16th birthday, the time to start conditioning your Dad for that is now. Especially if it’s your own car you’ll be wanting (and given you’re a single car family TRUST ME you WILL want your own).

Lastly start by shooting for the moon- look at sporty fast convertibles. That way when compromise time rolls around you’ll not wind up with an on its last legs has 6 but runs on 4 calendars soccer Mom van but something a little less embarrassing and more fun.

Happy Birthday Littlest Dragon!

Uncle Lethal.

 

 

I really don’t see there ever being much of a danger of that buddy! Now, on the other hand, looking back and thinking “Good Lord! WHAT was I thinking when I ate that?”…might be an entirely different story all together. Inferior (to New York City) New Jersey shore pizza and beer from a genie in a lamp being a point in case.

Well I see Impish ordered pizza for dinner! His usual Extra Extra Extra Large with Double Extra Everything  (hold the anchovies) no doubt…and a diet coke of course! The genie must not have had enough magic for conjuring up one of these!

Spicy Chipotle Beef Bites

Easy to make, sure to please, great football food at home or tailgating the big game.

 

 

Prep Time: 30 minutes

Cook Time: 20 minutes

Makes: 24 appetizers

 

 

 

 

 

Ingredients

•Filling:,

1tsp. Extra Light Olive Oil,

1/2lb. Lean Ground Beef,

1c.  Chipotle Salsa,

2 garlic cloves peeled, crushed & chopped

1/3c.crumbled  Cotija cheese * (see below)

•Beef Bites:,

2c.corn masa mix, ** (see below)

1/4c. All Natural Purpose Flour,

1tsp.s alt,

4Tbsp. Extra Light Olive Oil,

2c.warm water,

Directions

1 Heat a heavy bottom skillet over medium high heat 2 minutes. Add oil and ground beef. Cook until crumbly and brown. Add chipotle salsa. Reduce heat to low, cook 15 minutes. Place cooked meat mixture in a food processor, pulse a couple of times to a chunky texture. Set aside.

2 Combine remaining ingredients in a mixing bowl. Knead dough 1 minute. Divide into 24 balls. Place a dough ball between 2 sheets plastic wrap or wax paper. Use tortilla press or bottom of plate to press dough into 3-inch round. Place 1 tablespoon meat mixture in center, top with 1/2 teaspoon Cotija cheese. Bring three sides together and pinch corners almost closed. Spray with olive oil non-stick spray, place on a sprayed baking sheet.

3 Heat oven to 450°F. Bake Spicy Chipotle Beef Bites on center rack 20 minutes or until golden.

Nutritional Information

Serving size: 1, Calories: 200, Total Fat: 7g, Saturated Fat: 2g, Cholesterol: 55mg, Sodium: 250mg, Carbohydrates: 11g, Dietary Fiber: 1g, Protein: 23g

* Cotija is a Mexican dry grating cheese similar to Parmesan. IF your supermarket has a large enough cheese section you can probably find it. If not feel free to substitute your favorite taco night cheese and don’t worry about it.

** Masa mix is just finely ground corn meal used to make tortillas and can generally be found in most stores near the flour. Aside from this recipe you can use it for breading most anything. Can’t find Masa mix at your store? Use a 3” circle cut from corn tortillas and shorten the baking time. Also use a muffin tin to hold the bites cupped while baking.

Watermelon Tequila Shots

A sure to please hit at your next football party!

 

Total Time: 12 hr 5 min
Prep: 5 min
Inactive: 12 hr
Yield: 30 to 50 shots
Level: Easy

 

 

 

 

Ingredients

1 large seedless watermelon
One 750-milliliter bottle tequila
6 to 7 limes, cut into wedges
Kosher salt

Directions

Cut a hole in the watermelon large enough for the tequila bottle’s neck. Insert the tequila bottle upside down. Refrigerate and let the liquor soak into the watermelon’s flesh overnight.
Cube the melon, and skewer each cube with a wedge of lime sprinkled with salt.

Cinnamon Doughnut Muffins

 

Total Time: 35 mins
Prep Time: 10 mins
Cook Time: 25 mins

 

Ingredients

1 3/4 cups flour

1 1/2 teaspoons baking powder

1/2 teaspoon salt

1/2 teaspoon ground nutmeg

1/4 teaspoon ground cinnamon

3/4 cup sugar

1/3 cup vegetable oil

1 egg, lightly beaten

3/4 cup low-fat milk

jam

 

Topping

1/4 cup butter, melted

1/3 cup sugar

1 teaspoon ground cinnamon

Directions

In a large bowl, combine flour, baking powder, salt, nutmeg and cinnamon. In a small bowl, combine sugar, oil, egg and milk; stir into dry ingredients just until moistened.

Fill greased or paper-lined muffin cups half full; place 1 teaspoon jam on top. Cover jam with enough batter to fill muffin cups three-fourths full.

Bake at 350F for 20-25 minutes or until a toothpick comes out clean.

Place melted butter in a small bowl; combine sugar and cinnamon in another bowl. Immediately after removing muffins from the oven, dip tops in butter, then in cinnamon sugar.

To my way of thinking Blueberry jam or Apple Butter with some plumped up raisins (use apple juice to soak them) are perfect in this. I’ll bet a little Nutella wouldn’t suck either!

Jelly Doughnut Muffins

Prep Time: 15 mins

Total Time: 40 mins

Yield: 12 muffins

 

Ingredients

2 cups all-purpose flour

1 tablespoon baking powder

1/8 teaspoon salt

1/2 cup superfine sugar

2 large eggs

1 cup low-fat milk

6 tablespoons sunflower oil or 6 tablespoons melted cooled butter

1 teaspoon vanilla extract

4 tablespoons strawberry jelly or 4 tablespoons raspberry jelly

 

For the topping

1/2 cup butter

3/4 cup sugar

Directions

Preheat oven to 350°F.

Grease a 12-cup muffin pan or line with 12 muffin paper liners.

Sift together the flour, baking powder, and salt into a large bowl. Stir in the sugar.

Lightly beat the eggs in a large bowl, then beat in the milk, oil and vanilla extract.

Make a well in the center of the dry ingredients and pour in the beaten liquid ingredients. Stir gently until just combined; do not over mix.

Spoon half the batter into the prepared muffin pan. Add a teaspoon of jelly to the center of each then spoon in the remaining batter.

Bake in the preheated oven for about 25 minutes, until well risen and firm to the touch.

Meanwhile, make the topping. Melt the butter. Spread the sugar in a wide, shallow bowl. When the muffins are baked, let them cool in the pan for 5 minutes. Dip the tops of the muffins in the melted butter then roll in the sugar.

Serve warm or transfer to a wire rack and let cool completely.

Use the good stuff, the kind  with the little bits of fruit in it. Peach also works surprisingly well in these.

OK enough jokes at Impish’s appetite’s expense. I didn’t plan for that to happen it just sort of did. Besides he’s been looking a little out of shape time for him to start waddling swiftly across streets worrying about buses again!

I have a couple course where the software for them makes me feel like doing that!

Seems like I’m having to trot this section header graphic out with all too much regularity recently.

Since Impish already made mention of this great lady I won’t say more, but as Impish’s lawyer I do have a statement on his behalf:

We categorically deny the rumors of Impish’s involvement in Mz. Rivers  passing.  Any mention of Mz .Rivers accessing Impish’s Bedroom as a method of deterrence &/or punishment for Impish was purely speculative and hypothetical in nature.

Mz. Rivers was never contacted and to our knowledge was not aware of Impish’s existence or location. We can say this with some assurity, because if she were, he’d undoubtedly have found himself the butt of multiple jokes by her

The only person mentioned in those threats (see comments section of blog where you miss a great deal of discussion and behind the blog fun if you’re not reading it regularly) to breach Impish’s private suite was Roseanne, who did so of her own volition and not at the behest of anyone connected to/with DL/LL Electronic Media Enterprises.

Impish has expressed his regrets over the untimely mention of Mz. Rivers in relation to his potential punishment for non co-operation with my requests as well as his involuntary night with Roseanne for which he is currently seeking psychiatric counseling.

ONE DAMNED GENIE WISH- just ONE would have been ALL it took! Bloody Dragon!

Impish found a note in his pants from the genie when he started second guessing his wishes after Paul warned him he’d better start worrying about cab, limo & sanitation drivers crossing the street too…especially in NYC.

Ok so actually it wasn’t mail but more of a comment in the comment section requesting I expound on something from last week-

Howard SbrBiker Zang (wrote)

Enjoyed the issue as usual!! I do have one request though, just where is that diner?? If you can find out, please let me, I mean us, know!! Thanks!!

Well Howard I’m no second rate pizza conjuring genie in a lamp, but here’s your wish:

Wicked Wheel Bar & Grill  http://www.yelp.com/biz/wicked-wheel-bar-and-grill-panama-city-beach

I’d like to put out a shout and say thanks to a few biker pals who helped me locate the place. So Cereal Killer, Saddle Tramp, Mad Dog and Fireball thanks for the assist, I owe you a round on me!

I’m posting this photo for 3 reasons, as it demonstrates 3 things I’ve been saying for years.

1.) It’s taken just down the road from me after our latest  round of torrential rains and proves the veracity of what I’ve been saying about what happens down here when it finally does rain. Some neighborhoods flood to the point you can swim, kayak or water ski down them.

2.) You’ve heard me say a few times after posting an innocent joke which all you perverts immediately took as dirty to ‘get your mind out of the gutter it’s clogging Impish’s snorkel tube’. Well there’s proof of the statement right there. That is in fact Impish in his human form snorkeling his way thru the gutters of my neighborhood. Any additional people or minds in that gutter could well run the chance of clogging his snorkel tube.

3.) The third thing it proves? That Impish will go to any length and do anything to steal material from me!

Not exactly a normal Parting Shot banner because this isn’t my normal Parting Shot. Sure I’m still disgusted disillusioned and fed up and angry. What different this time is its not with the government liberals, welfarians, Obama, anti gun nuts or any of the usual stuff.

This time I’m fed up with a portion of the scientific and medical community that we’re supposed to trust to keep us healthy and alive.

Hey Dieticians! Keep your grubby paws off my bacon and eat your own damned dangerous to my health fish!

There’s a dirty secret about tilapia, the mild-tasting, inexpensive white fish that’s probably a staple of your weeknight dinners. Although certain kinds of fish guarantee a healthier heart, more beautiful skin and even a longer life, research has found farmed tilapia to be worse for you than burgers, doughnuts—even pork bacon!

The true chicken-of-the-sea, tilapia is a mild-tasting white fish that’s cheap to breed and easy to sell. In fact, for the first time in 2012, farmed fish production topped that of beef, reaching a record 66 million tons, compared with beef at 63 million. But there’s a dirty secret about tilapia, the lean-meat alternative that beckons you in the supermarket–promises of muscle tone, a healthy heart and beautiful skin ringing in your ears. While most health experts agree we should be eating more fish (for all the reasons listed above), research has found the inflammatory potential of farmed tilapia to be greater than a burger, doughnuts—even pork bacon! It gets worse …

Compared with other fish, farmed tilapia contains relatively small amounts of beneficial omega-3 fatty acids–the heart-healthy and essential fish oils touted by health and nutrition experts as the main reason to eat fish frequently. While a portion of salmon has over 2,000 milligrams of omega-3 fatty acids, a serving of tilapia has a mere 135 milligrams. Moreover, because farmed tilapia subsist on a diet of corn and soy instead of lake plants, they’re proportionally sky high in omega-6 fats, which studies have proven to harm the heart, the brain, and even your mood. The Wake Forest University study that produced the tilapia vs. bacon findings revolves around this dangerous omega 6:3 proportion.

There’s a good chance the tilapia on your plate was raised on a poop diet (that’s poop as a noun, not an adjective). Research from the Johns Hopkins Center for a Livable Future revealed the gory details of disease-ridden fish farms in Asia, where pig and chicken feces serve as a cheaper alternative to standard fish food. While the FDA vehemently denied any of these goings-on, the Johns Hopkins investigation revealed only 2 percent of imported seafood to the United States is actually tested for contamination. It’s not just mega gross. Experts worry that the large amounts of antibiotics given to the fish to ward off infections may give rise to antibiotic-resistant strains of salmonella.

Virtually all tilapia sold in American supermarkets has undergone a sex change–the result of being fed methyltestosterone during the early, sexless stage of life. Tilapia pumped full of hormones grow bigger quicker than their natural bros, because they don’t expend energy developing reproductive organs and require less food. Seafood experts consider the effects of methyltestosterone in fish to be insignificant to our health. However, there’s research to suggest the drug can be highly toxic to the liver. In fact, methyltestosterone has been taken off the market in Germany due to its high potential for liver toxicity.

When it comes to choosing a fish that’s healthiest for your body—and the Earth—abide by the number one rule: Stay off the farm. Farmed seafood, not just tilapia, can have up to 10 times more toxins than wild fish, according to Harvard Researchers. Your best choices at the fish counter include: Wild Alaskan Salmon, Alaska Pollok, Atlantic Cod, Clams, Blue Crab, Atlantic Mackerel, Striped Bass, Sardines, Herring, Rainbow Trout and Flounder.

Better yet its just a hop skip and a jump in my store from the Seafood Counter to where they keep the ham, bacon and other meats they don’t feed Poop to or harvest from BP oil spill polluted waters!

Get yer azz back in the smoker I MEAN the dry sauna Porkie. What?! Yer damned right I’d eat a talking pig!

Good Morning Campers,

I need to start off this morning with an apology to Lethal Leprechaun and Paul Bader.  See had I known they wanted something specific on the off chance that anyone ever found a magic lamp with a genie in it, I would have made much better decisions when I was at the Jersey Shore last weekend.  See, I was flying up and down the coast, looking for Ginny; I didn’t realize that she had switched out her Santa Sleigh Ride for a fellow Jersey Boy’s El Dorado; Well, I got a little hungry and figured I’d drop in to Toms River and grab a Shianno’s Pizza.  The BEST pizza in the world.

Anyway, I landed on Seaside Beach to take a short break and grab a little saltwater taffy and as I was headed toward the boardwalk I spotted this lamp in the sand that you see above.  Well, I thought it looked cool, picked it up, buffed it against my flying scarf and sure enough had a genie pop out.

Well, as it happened, I was still really hungry, but I now didn’t have to go to Toms River to get a Shianno’s pizza, I could just wish for one.  So, I wished for a large meat special, one of my favorites, and it was SO good.  I realized that one large is never enough for me, so I wished for a dozen more. 

Then I got thirsty and well…the water in the ocean is salty, plus it’s not beer.  and you have to drink beer with pizza, it’s the law in New Jersey.

Seriously, had I known that Lethal and Paul had such a strong desire to be granted a wish, I would’ve just walked to the bar on the corner of the boardwalk.

So, I’m sorry about that guys.

Onward to my next bit of news.  I will be out of touch through the entire weekend.  Not like I’m doing anything fun, I’ll be in a windowless room with a bunch of other people working an exercise.  12-14 hour shifts, so therefore, this is being posted on Thursday to be presented on Saturday.  I hope nothing exciting happens over the next couple of days so I don’t end up missing out.

Finally, a great comedian, actress, commentator and a wonderful woman passed away today.  We’ll miss you Joan, and as a final tribute, instead of my usual “Let’s Laugh” we have…

Let’s start with a golf joke for my dad and the rest of you golfers!

A married man was having an affair with his secretary.

One day, their passions overcame them and they took off for her house, where they made passionate love all afternoon. Exhausted from the wild sex, they fell asleep, awakening around 8pm. As the man threw on his clothes, he told the woman to take his shoes outside and rub them through the grass and dirt. Mystified, she nonetheless complied. He slipped into his shoes and drove home.

“Where have you been?” demanded his wife when he entered the house.

“Darling, I can’t lie to you. I’ve been having an affair with my secretary and we’ve been having sex all afternoon. I fell asleep and didn’t wake up until eight o’clock.”

The wife glanced down at his shoes and said, “You lying bastard! You’ve been playing golf!”

An Italian, a Frenchman and an Aussie were talking about screams of passion.

The Italian said, “Last night I massaged my wife all over her body with the finest extra virgin olive oil, then we made passionate love and I made her scream, non-stop for five minutes.”

The Frenchman said, “Last night I massaged my wife all over her body with special aphrodisiac oil from Provence and then we made passionate love. I made her scream for fifteen minutes straight.”

Then the Aussie said, “That’s nothing! Last night I massaged my wife, y’know, all over her body with a special butter. I caressed her entire body with the butter, and then made love and I made her scream for two long hours.”

The astonished Italian and Frenchman asked, “Two full hours? Wow, that’s phenomenal! How did you do it to make her scream for two hours?”

The Aussie replied, “I wiped my greasy hands on the curtains!“

 

 

You know, we’ve talked a lot about ALS and MS lately in Dragon Laffs.  Well, our resident Jersey girl sent me this, her favorite MS video.  I have to tell you that I’m really astounded by this video.  It really opened my eyes.  Thanks for sharing Ginny.

 

Perils of a Catholic Upbringing

As I walked down the busy sidewalk with my wife, knowing I was late for Mass my eyes fell upon one of those unfortunate ragged vagabonds that are found in every city these days.

Some people turned to stare. Others quickly looked away as if the sight would somehow contaminate them.
Recalling my old pastor, Father Mike, who always admonished me to “care for the sick, feed the hungry and clothe the naked”, I was moved by some powerful inner urge to reach out to this unfortunate person.

Wearing what can only be described as rags, carrying her treasured worldly possessions in two plastic bags, my heart was touched by this person’s condition.         

Yes, where some people saw only rags, I saw a true, hidden beauty.

A small voice inside my head called out,         

“Reach out….

reach out . . .

and touch this person!”

So I did.

I won’t be at Mass this week.

 

Okay, for all you space nuts…which includes me…here’s a video from NASA which follows the jettison-able fuel tanks on the space shuttle from launch, up to space, back to the atmosphere and to touch down in the ocean.  Incredible footage.

 

Those GoPro Cameras are really becoming popular and taking some fantastic videos.  Here’s one of a guy on a jet ski on Lake Powell in a canyon…I strongly suggest full screen for the best view of this one.

 

This little pictorial is called “Why Mothers Yell!”

Yeah, I guess I can understand the title a little better now.  LOL!

 

 

The boys had been up in the attic together helping with some cleaning.

The kids uncovered an old manual typewriter and asked her, “Hey, Mom, what’s this?”

“Oh, that’s an old typewriter,” she answered, thinking that would satisfy their curiosity.

“Well, what does it do?” they queried.

“I’ll show you,” their mother said. She went downstairs and returned with a blank piece of paper. She rolled the paper into the typewriter and began striking the keys, leaving black letters of print on the page.

“WOW!” the boys exclaimed, “That’s really cool — but how does it work like that? Where do you plug it in?”

“There is no plug,” she answered. “It doesn’t need a plug.”

“Then where do you put the batteries?” they persisted.

“It doesn’t need batteries either,” she continued.

“Wow! This is so cool!” the brothers exclaimed. “Someone should have invented this a long time ago!”

 

 

Admiral William H. McRaven graduated from the University of Texas at Austin over 30 years ago, and now he’s returned to share great advice with the class of 2014.  Listen to the 10 lessons he wants to share that he learned at Seal School…

Let’s review:

1) Start each day with a task completed.
2) Find someone to help you through life.
3) Respect everyone.
4) Life is not fair.
5) You will fail often.
6) Take some risks.
7) Step up when the times are toughest.
8) Face down the bullies.
9) Lift up the down-trodden.
10) Never give up.

Great lessons for life of all kinds.

 

Here’s a great visual illusion that you have to see to believe.

 

 

The fourth stooge!

Just the fact that I want to comment, that I have all these great lines running through my head, and that it is my blog doesn’t mean that I’m going to lower myself by … ah hell, who am I kidding!  That’s just too funny of a sign. 

 

 

What a great place to end today’s issue.  I can’t think of a better way.  I hope you all have a wonderful weekend.

Cheers,

Impish Dragon

Lethal slightly worse for wear clad in out of character kakis and a polo stands at the podium making furious notes on a steno pad out of a book he looks up at the commotion of your entry.

Step lively now get it and park it quickly please and you lollygaggers will get detention and today that means cleaning the grout in Impish’s Little Dragons Sandbox with tooth brushes. I’m not cross or anything mind you just pressed for study time. ‘Tis several quizzes I need to take today.

A few housekeeping type notices. I’m pleased to report that Diaman is making excellent progress and by next week should be gracing our stage in a recliner as opposed to a hospital bed.

Also being as Labor Day marks the start of Santa’s Christmas Rush. After a little horse trading (Impish is going to be spending some time in Hell relighting some of the infernal furnaces)  Ginny’s transportation will from now on be handled by Satan another former New Jersey boy. So if you happen to see a classic 68 El Dorado drop top low rider with hide away headlights all done in flames you might want to give it the right of way regardless. Especially if Highway To Hell is playing on the car’s stereo!

Still no update on John Z’s recovery from his left replacement.Left what replacement? We’d sure like to know too!

OK I’ve just enough time to grab a refill and make study group so you guys are on your own. Enjoy!

Coffee Break

I think Putin has it about right. What I would like to know is where you get one of the coffee mugs.

I almost fell off my chair when I read Putin’s quote at the end.

“Negotiating with Obama is like playing chess with a pigeon….the pigeon knocks over all the pieces, shits on the board and then struts around like it won the game.”   ~Vladimir Putin

 

 

“It’s only when you see a mosquito land on your testicles
that you realize that there is always a way to solve
problems without using violence.”

Isn’t this diner cool? Wonder what the name of it is? ‘Born To Be Wild Wannabes Café’? I can hear them now ‘Get your hunger runnin…head out on the highway…looking for a café on what ever exit comes our way…’

Loaded Potato and Buffalo Chicken Casserole

Total Time: 1 hrs 15 mins

Prep Time: 15 mins

Cook Time: 1 hrs

Ingredients

• 2 lbs boneless skinless chicken breasts, cut into 1/2-inch cubes
• 8 -10 medium potatoes, cut into 1/2-inch cubes ( I leave the skin on)
• 1/3 cup olive oil
• 1 1/2 teaspoons salt
• 1 tablespoon fresh ground pepper
• 1 tablespoon paprika
• 2 tablespoons garlic powder
• 6 tablespoons hot sauce

 

Topping

• 2 cups fiesta Mexican blend cheese or 2 cups monterey jack and cheddar cheese blend
• 1 cup crumbled cooked bacon
• 1 cup diced green onion

Directions

• Preheat oven to 500F (This is NOT a typo, 500F is correct!) .
• In a large bowl mix together the olive oil, hot sauce, salt, pepper, garlic powder & paprika.
• Add the potatoes and stir to coat.
• Add the potatoes to a greased baking dish.
• When scooping the potatoes into the baking dish, leave behind any extra olive oil/hot sauce mix.
• Add the diced chicken to the “left behind” olive oil/hot sauce mix and stir to coat all the chicken. Allow to marinate as the potatoes bake.
• Roast the potatoes for 45-50 minutes, stirring every 10-15 minutes, until cooked through and nice and crispy on the outside.
• Once the potatoes are fully cooked add the marinated chicken.
• Once the potatoes are fully cooked, remove from the oven and lower the oven temperature to 400°F.
• In a large bowl mix all the topping ingredients together.
• top the raw chicken with the topping.
• Bake 15 minutes or until until the chicken is cooked through and the topping is melted and bubbly delicious.
• Serve with extra hot sauce and/or ranch dressing.

 

Cheesecake Brownies

Total Time: 1 hr
Prep: 20 min
Cook: 40 min
Yield: 16 (2-inch) square brownies
Level: Easy

 

 

 

Ingredients

Cooking spray
Cheesecake topping:
8 ounces reduced-fat cream cheese (Neufchatel)
1/3 cup sugar
1/2 teaspoon vanilla extract
1 large egg
Brownie Layer:
2 ounces semisweet chocolate, coarsely chopped
3 tablespoons unsalted butter
2 tablespoons canola oil
1 cup all-purpose flour
1/2 cup unsweetened Dutch-process cocoa powder
1 teaspoon baking powder
1/2 teaspoon fine sea salt
Pinch cayenne pepper
3/4 cup packed dark brown sugar
1/4 cup granulated sugar
1/2 cup lowfat buttermilk
2 large egg whites
2 teaspoons vanilla extract

Directions

Position the rack in the lower third of the oven and preheat the oven to 350 degrees F.
Line an 8 by 8-inch baking pan with foil so it hangs over the edges by about 1-inch. Spray with cooking spray.
Cheesecake topping: In a medium bowl and using an electric mixer at medium speed, beat the cream cheese until smooth and creamy, about 1 minute. Beat in the sugar and the vanilla until very smooth, 1 to 2 minutes. Beat in the egg until well blended. Set aside.
Brownie layer: Put the chocolate, butter, and oil in a small microwave-safe bowl and heat at 75 percent power for 30 seconds. Stir and microwave again until melted and smooth, about 30 seconds longer. (Alternatively, put the chocolate, butter, and oil in a small heatproof bowl. Bring a small saucepan filled with 1 inch or so of water to a very slow simmer; set the bowl over, not touching, the water, and stir occasionally, until melted and smooth.)
Combine the flour, cocoa powder, baking powder, salt, and cayenne in a medium bowl.
Combine the brown sugar and granulated sugar in a large bowl. Whisk in the buttermilk, egg whites, and vanilla. Add the chocolate mixture and whisk vigorously until fully incorporated and the batter is thick and glossy. Gradually add the flour mixture and stir just until it disappears.
Reserve 1/2 cup brownie batter and set aside. Scrape the remaining brownie batter into the prepared pan. Pour the cheesecake mixture evenly over top. Drop the reserved brownie batter in large dollops over the topping. Draw the handle of a wooden spoon through the two batters to create a swirled effect.
Bake until the top is just set, 40 to 45 minutes. Let cool completely in the pan on a wire rack. Lift brownies out of the pan by the foil and peel off the foil. Spray a knife with cooking spray and cut into 2-inch squares.

 

Redneck Pregnancy

A hunky redneck went to the hospital, as his wife was going to give birth.
He waited.
 
Later, the nurse said to him, “Congratulations, your wife has had quintuplets, five big baby boys.”

The redneck said, “I’m not surprised. I have a penis the size of a chimney.”

The nurse replied, “You might want to consider getting it cleaned. They’re all black.”

Took my text books and did a fast weekend getaway with Molly. In between the rain storms I went for a walk along the beach to see what if anything of interest washed up. Came across a few of these foot prints in the sand leading to a rockier area. That boot folks is a Size 13 4E, which places the distance from back of that pant leg to the toe of the boot someplace between 14 & 15” in length. Impish, you have plain got to stop stalking me every time I go off someplace with Molly and get your own damned vacations! You’re seriously starting to make Molly mad and you remember what happened the last time you made her mad!

THIS SHOULD OFFEND AT LEAST TWO GROUPS THAT HAVE NO SENSE OF HUMOR

At the end of a tiny deserted bar in downtown Detroit sat a huge black man.

He was having a few beers, when a short, well dressed, and obviously gay man walked in and sat beside him.

After three or four beers, the gay man got the courage to say a few words to the big black man.  Leaning over towards him, he whispered, “Do you want a blow job?”

At this, the massive black man leaped up with fire in his eyes, and smacked the crap out of the gay man, knocking him swiftly off his stool.

He proceeded to beat him all the way out of the bar, before leaving him bruised and battered in the parking lot, and returned to his seat.

​Amazed, the bartender quickly brought over another beer to the black man, and said, “I’ve never seen you react like that.

“What did he say to you?

“I don’t know,” the black man replied. “Something about a job.”

 

Good Morning Campers,

Welcome to issue #1400!  Woo Hoo!  Exciting stuff.  Yeah, right.  Anyway…

There’s a rumor going round out there, amongst you, that the person you saw with Diaman last week wasn’t the real Thor, but a Hollywood stand-in that we hired for the “publicity” we received.  I say “publicity” because you can all see the members of the lame-stream-media standing in the back with their cameras and videos to try and prove us wrong. I know you all don’t want them here and I don’t imagine they will be here much longer, since Diaman is due to arrive any … ah, there she is now.  And there is the Thunder God, pushing her in her wheel chair.  I think we should all watch this, it should be interesting.

You watch as Thor and Diaman approach her normal location under the pavilion and on her cushions.  You can just hear her pleading with Thor not to do anything too drastic.  She begs him not to harm anyone.  He leans down, gives her a peck on the cheek, and pats her arm, showing her that he will remain calm.  He then stands beside her with his arms crossed and doesn’t say a word.

From the back of the crowd, in the media section, a man can be heard muttering.  Then he shouts out loud, “This is just bullshit!  You expect us to believe that that steroid laced ignoramus is a God?  Please!”

Thor steps forward, a growl escaping his lips as Diaman puts a hand on his arm.  He settles back down, steps back and his previous calm face is replaced with a grimace.  Thunder can be heard rumbling in the distance even though the sky is clear.

The reporter won’t give up.  “Oh please!  Nice bit of theater there, with the,” the man makes quote fingers in the air, “thunder in the background. What a joke!  What a waste of time!  You’re a fraud!”

Diaman’s face turns to stone, she leans over to Thor and whispers loud enough for all to hear, “Ok my friend, that’s enough.  Kick his ass!”

Thor smiles, takes a step forward, raises his hands to the air and then points at the reporter.  Nothing happens.

The reporter laughs, along with several others in the media area.

Diaman slowly stands, and in her dulcet tones motions to her camper friends and says, “You guys need to move away.  He doesn’t want any innocents to get hurt.”  The campers begin to move away from the media as Diaman continues, “but you media members, any of those who agree with this ass, please feel free to show your support by pressing as close to him as possible.” Several reporters laugh and step a little closer to the big mouth in a show of solidarity, but many others put their eyes down and step further away.  “You may continue now lord Thor.”

Suddenly a bolt of lightning with an ear deafening crash leaps out and strikes the ground in a blinding flash of light.  When your eyes adjust back after the bright flash you see that there are several small piles of ash where the group of reporters who sided with the loud mouth used to be.

While everyone is standing there with their mouths open, you hear the sound of sleigh bells.  As the sleigh pulls up and Ginny steps down, she says in her Jersey accent.  “Sorry we were late, but traffic was…hey, what’d we miss?”

Through the ensuing silence, I speak back up…

Was there anyone who wanted to say anything to Santa?  No?  Then perhaps I’ll continue with my opening.  If you don’t mind.

So, it’s Labor Day Weekend…and one of the ways we celebrate here, other than the usual party and craziness, and I’m sure I don’t need to tell you that we really don’t need any real excuse to behave like that, do I?  Okay, where was I?  Oh yeah, one of the ways we celebrate is by not putting out a Labor Day Issue because, like all of you, we deserve a break from our labors as well.

So, with that being said, and with all the excitement we’ve already had, I just have one more thing before we get on with the laughter.

And that is ….

John Z, if you’re out there, please let us know how the whole Left thing went and whether you are doing alright or not.  We haven’t heard from you and are worried about you.

Now, …

 

Are you ready to start off with a good laugh?  This is great.

 

 

Why there aren’t a lot of us white guys in the NBA…

 

I had no idea that I was going to use this graphic again so soon.

Obama Sent No Representative to Memorial Mass for James Foley

President Barack Obama sent no White House representative to the memorial Mass held yesterday in Rochester, New Hampshire, for James Foley, the American journalist beheaded by the Islamic State in Iraq and al-Sham (ISIS) terrorists.

President Obama, however, did send three White House aides to Monday’s funeral for Michael Brown, an 18-year-old African American fatally shot in an encounter with a white police officer in Ferguson, Mo.

The memorial mass for James Foley took place Sunday at Our Lady of the Holy Rosary in Foley’s hometown. Connie Hammond, an administrative assistant at Holy Rosary, told CNSNews.com that no White House officials were in attendance.

Okay Obama. (Notice that by this time I’ve even dropped the honorific “Mister” from his name.  I dropped the word “President” a long time ago.)
You deserve it yet again this week…

As hard as we’re trying to erase racism in this country, it’s alive and well thanks to your dumb ass.  All you are doing is propagating the same thing that you say you hate, you’re just doing it the opposite way.  You truly are a Horse’s Ass.

I want one!  Please Lethal!  Please, can we get one for the pool?

 

 

Dragons love reading and books.  It’s even more fun to be read to.

 

 

 

 

Remember the Star Trek Movie …the original Star Trek crew, not the new stuff…that’s not to say that I don’t like the new stuff as well, I’m just sayin’…anyway, the Star Trek movie with the whales?  Star Trek IV, The Voyage Home.  That one.  And they discussed how intelligent whales are?  Well, I believe we have documented proof of exactly how smart they really are as these Beluga whales play with 3 children at an aquarium.

These whales were NOT taught to do this.  They just did it on their own.

 

 

Okay, this is friggin’ awesome!  Thanks to Rocky for showing this to me.  You think you have it tough?  This man put me to shame.

 

Important Women’s Health Issue:

* Do you have feelings of inadequacy?
* Do you suffer from shyness?
* Do you sometimes wish you were more assertive?
* Do you suffer exhaustion from the day to day grind?

If you answered yes to any of these questions, ask your doctor or pharmacist about Margaritas.

Margaritas are the safe, natural way to feel better and more confident about yourself and your actions. Margaritas can help ease you out of your shyness and let you tell the world that you’re ready and willing to do just about anything. You will notice the benefits of Margaritas almost immediately and with a regimen of regular doses you can overcome any obstacles that prevent you from living the life you want to live.

Shyness and awkwardness will be a thing of the past and you will discover many talents you never knew you had. Stop hiding and start
living with Margaritas.

Margaritas may not be right for everyone. Women who are pregnant or nursing should not use Margaritas. However, women who wouldn’t mind nursing or becoming pregnant are encouraged to try it.

Side effects may include:
– Dizziness
– Nausea
– Vomiting
– Incarceration
– Erotic lustfulness
– Loss of motor control
– Loss of clothing
– Loss of money
– Table dancing
– Headache
– Dehydration
– Dry mouth
– And a desire to sing Karaoke

WARNINGS:
* The consumption of Margaritas may make you think you are whispering when you are not.
* The consumption of Margaritas may cause you to tell your friends over and over again that you love them.
* The consumption of Margaritas may cause you to think you can sing.
* The consumption of Margaritas may make you think you can logically converse with members of the opposite sex without spitting.

Please share this with other women who may need Margaritas.

 

This one is well worth checking out…it’s good to know that my mandatory naps in the afternoon are well worth the effort.  Lethal is always getting on me about my short little naps, but I don’t think there’s anything wrong with me sleeping from 1:45 to 3:45. 

Okay, so my daily schedule is like this:

0530 – Get up
0545 – 0645 Breakfast
0700 – 0730 Get to work morning coffee
0730 – 0800 Work
0800 – 0900 Morning Break
0900 – 0930 Work
0930 – 1130 Morning Nap
1130 – 1145 Work
1145 – 1315 Lunch
1315 – 1345 Work
1345 – 1545 Afternoon Nap
1545 – 1645 Afternoon Virgin Break
1645 – 1700 Work
1700 – 1830 Dinner
1830 – 1900 Work

So, you see, it’s very plain.  I work a 12 hour day and he has the nerve to complain about a lousy short little nap in the afternoon, even when it’s proven that it improves my productivity.

 

 

 

 

 

Here’s another golf joke out there for all you golfers….but especially for my favorite golfer.  Hope you get a laugh, Dad.

 

An avid male golfer’s buddies were going to be out of town for the weekend so he decided to go down to the golf course and see if any group might need a fourth member.

Sure enough there were three women and they were glad to have him join them.

Since he was the guest, they decided to let him tee off first. The man teed off and his ball sliced badly to the right and landed in a sand trap. The man immediately exclaimed “Oh shit!”

One of the women reminded him that he was playing with three ladies and not his male buddies and that ladies do not appreciate that kind of language.

The man promptly apologized and promised it would not happen again.

The woman who had spoken to him about the cursing then teed off and her ball hit a tree and then caromed off into the same sand trap. She immediately said, “Oh shit!”

The man spoke up and said that he realized he was a guest but it seemed like there was a double standard in that the woman used the same word that he was told he should not use.

The woman quickly replied, “There’s no double standard. Your ball didn’t hit the fucking tree!”

 

 

So, it’s Labor Day Weekend.  One of the biggest requirements of the weekend is the obligatory last “official” barbeque of the summer.  And as far as barbeques go, there is the obligatory beer that goes with it.  So, this year at the annual Labor Day picnic, barbeque and orgy at DL&LL Electronic Media Enterprises, we aren’t going to buy as many cases of beer as we normally do.  We are going to be using these guy’s:
http://videos.komando.com/watch/6265/viral-videos-the-biggest-pack-of-beer-youve-ever-seen?utm_medium=nl&utm_source=tvkim&utm_content=2014-08-28-article-screen-shot-b 

As well as the usual Ales, Beers, alcoholic beverages and others.

 

 

Amen.  Nothing more seems to be needed to be said.

 

Okay, so if you don’t get this last one, don’t worry about it.  You’re probably too young to have played this game…or you’ve played some bastardized version on a computer somewhere.  Points and kudos to anyone who can figure out what game I’m talking about and make comment in the comments section.  (Like there is anywhere else you’d make comments?)

 

Their talk turns to their position in life, and it’s clear that they are trying to one-up each other.

The first woman says, “My husband is taking me to the French Riviera for two weeks,” and then looks at the others with a superior demeanor.
The second woman says, “Well, my husband just bought me a new Mercedes,” and looks about with considerable pride.
The third woman says, “Well, to be perfectly honest with you, we don’t have much money and we don’t have any material possessions — but 13 canaries can stand shoulder to shoulder on my husband’s erect penis.”

After a long silence, the first woman looks shame-faced and says,”Girls, I’ve got a confession to make. I was just trying to impress you. We’re not really going to the French Riviera . We’re going to my parent’s house for two weeks.”

The second woman says, “Your honesty has shamed me. To be honest, my husband didn’t buy me a Mercedes — he bought me a Taurus.”

“Well,” the third woman says, “I also have a confession to make. Canary number 13 has to stand on one leg.”

 

 

A blonde reports for her university final exam, which consists of mainly true and false questions.
She takes her seat in the examination hall, stares at the question paper for five minutes, and then in a fit of inspiration takes her purse out, removes a coin and starts tossing the coin and marking the answer sheet: true for heads and false for tails.
Within 30 minutes she’s all done, while the rest of the class is still working furiously.
During the last few minutes, she is seen desperately throwing the coin, swearing and sweating.
The moderator, alarmed, approaches her and asks what is happening.
‘I finished the exam in a half hour,’ she replies, ‘and since I have some time
left, I’m rechecking my answers.’

 

 

I am VERY hesitant to print this essay from a self described black handicapped veteran who is dying.  Not because of the fact that he is black, handicapped or a veteran, or even because of the declaration of his dying, but because of the very direct and unacceptable language that he uses.  He does explain himself and explains WHY he uses this language, but I want you to know ahead of time to be prepared.

I was unable to verify the veracity of this essay, but after reading through it, I really don’t have to.  This is one person’s opinion.  And it doesn’t matter WHO wrote it, because it’s obviously been written.  I am curious to hear your opinions about it.

And for the record, I agree wholeheartedly with his sentiment, if not the language he uses.

I don’t know if, by this being published it means this man has died, or because there is no name attached to it that it means he’s still alive, but regardless, I wish him and his family well.

Cheers,

Impish

Morning boys and girls! Please grab a coffee and a chair  quickly, I’ve a few announcements in the general house keeping vein this morning and then I have to run.

FIRST- In keeping with past practice there will not be a Labor Day Special Issue. Since Impish and I are two of the hardest working people I know (next to my dear darlin’ Molly who does in a day what both Impish and I do and still finds time to write, go the school herself and spend time with me) so I think it’s only fair we get to take it off and get a day of rest form our labors. Impish will be making reference to it anyhow on Saturday I’m sure.

SECOND- For those of you who missed it, (IDK how that’s possible but JIC) I’ve gone back to school for a stinking $2 piece of parchment to hang on the wall certifying that it is the considered opinion of people who know less about my specialization than me agree I know my shit.

Testimonials certifications from Boot Camp Style Courses. Recommendations and Endorsements from happy clients are no longer enough. The college Frat party boys resent old school guys like me and are making their bias and discrimination subtly known so I’m getting that piece of parchment so I can place is somewhere uncomfortable for them and continue to earn my living.

I’m carrying a full course load in addition to working full time which means my free time is getting cut by half to two thirds depending on how easy a time I have going back to school full time some 30 plus years after graduating. This means something I have to cut out completely and others I have to seriously reduce the amount of time I spend on them.

Sadly LL is going to be one of those things. Not the cut out but the severely reduce amount of time spent on. Issues are going to shorter. more basic and Parting Shots are going to be few and far between. Since I cannot expect Impish to pick up the slack 100% alone by himself, it may well even man a few weeks where there are missed issues. In a couple of weeks I’ll have a much better picture of just how things will be once I figure out a schedule and get on top of things.

Also I CAN assure you that there WILL be at least a 2-3 week period toward the End of November when we move that there will NOT be any LL issues. That is unless I can get far enough ahead that they autopost for you.

Thank you for your kind attention you should feel free to get up and move about the room now or terrorize the Kraft table should you have a notion. Personally I recommend the blueberry scones with the lemon glaze drizzle.

An abundance (for the moment) of probably my most important school supply. I’ll be attempting a ‘new formula’ Brown Gold with them.

Parents these days are primarily worried about 2 things-

1.) What their sons download
2.) What their daughters upload!

 

The photo my new study buddy for Interpersonal Communication sent me. I can see how her Dad might think he has something to worry about given what her eyes are Interpersonally Communicating to me!

Impish quit laughing! YOUR daughter has a smart phone AND a ‘school girl outfit’ too Buddy!

Actor Richard Attenborough dies

Acclaimed actor-director Richard Attenborough has died, the British Broadcasting Corporation reported Sunday, citing his son. Attenborough was 90.

Maybe one day instead of doing stupid shit like cloning uncontrollable giant predators reptiles (aren’t Dragons bad enough already we need more?!)  science will be able to bring back of of the really great people from history. Though I expect this will happen long about the same time and they discover honest politicians.

Is your car under recall? Government announces easy way to check

The NHTSA unveils a website to help drivers

AP- The National Highway Traffic Safety Administration has unveiled a free online service for drivers to find out if their vehicles have been recalled but not repaired.

The service started Wednesday on its website.

Drivers can key in their vehicle identification number to get the results. The number can be found on the dashboard near the windshield or on the driver’s door post.

Also beginning Wednesday, automakers must keep recall data on their own websites, and update it at least once per week. 

The safety agency’s site will show data if there’s an open recall, or it will tell drivers there are none. The agency also says used-car buyers can check for unrepaired vehicles before they make a purchase.

Speaking of VIN numbers, here’s a little Leprechaun emergency preparedness tip for you-

I keep pictures of our license plate, VIN number, front & rear of our vehicle (it has several stickers which make it easily identifiable) the insurance card and registration both on a thumb drive and on my phone. In the event of loss or in case of emergency this allows me to easily have access to the important information required and pass it along easily. The pictures showing the stickers potentially  allow the police to spot your stolen vehicle even if the plate has been changed. Also they can help out in an accident if someone is disputing your damage claim!

We now before we return you to our regular scheduled jocularity and insanity, here’s one last car & driving related PSA for you-

 

 

Probably same story in Ferguson too. Why would I say such a thing? Simple-

And not a single one will ever be prosecuted due to an Executive Order directing Presidential Lap Dog Eric Holder to make appropriate changes in Law Enforcement’s attitude towards them-

A Public Service Announcement for Ferguson, MO Residents!

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Here’s a fast school night meal that you can even make ahead

Sour Cream Noodle Bake

Total Time: 30 min
Prep: 10 min
Cook: 20 min
Yield: 8 servings

Level: Easy

 

 

 

 

Ingredients

1 1/4 pounds ground chuck
One 15-ounce can tomato sauce
1/2 teaspoon salt
Freshly ground black pepper
8 ounces egg noodles
1/2 cup sour cream
1 1/4 cups small curd cottage cheese
Pinch red pepper flakes
1/2 cup sliced green onions (less to taste)
1 cup grated sharp Cheddar
Crusty French bread, for serving

Directions

Preheat the oven to 350 degrees F.
Brown the ground chuck in a large skillet. Drain the fat, and then add the tomato sauce, 1/2 teaspoon salt and plenty of freshly ground black pepper. Stir, and then simmer while you prepare the other ingredients.
Cook the egg noodles until al dente. Drain and set aside.
In a medium bowl, combine the sour cream and cottage cheese. Add plenty of freshly ground black pepper and a pinch of red pepper flakes. Add to the noodles and stir. Add the green onions and stir.
To assemble, add half of the noodles to a baking dish. Top with half the meat mixture, and then sprinkle on half the grated Cheddar. Repeat with noodles, meat and then a final layer of cheese. Bake until all the cheese is melted, about 20 minutes.
Serve with crusty French bread.

To freeze: Assemble the Sour Cream Noodle Bake in a disposable aluminum oven-proof pan and seal the top of the container with the lid or heavy foil. Seal the edges to prevent freezer burn and place in the freezer.

To cook from frozen: Place directly in a 375-degree F oven and bake, covered, for 45 minutes. Remove the lid and bake until lightly brown and bubbly, about 20 minutes more.

I like to add mushrooms to this. Generally if I have them and I’m making it for ‘now’ use I’ll use fresh and cook them with the ground beef. If I don’t or I’m freezing it for later use I’ll use canned and add them with the tomato sauce goes in. You can use half a jar of Marinara sauce if you don’t have tomato sauce. For a more rustic dish use Peeled Crush Tomatoes

Other middle-aged Harry Potter books J.K. Rowling has planned

Alabama hunters nab 1,000-pound gator

Creature measured 15 feet long; pulled from southern Alabama waters

Published On: Aug 18 2014 09:24:50 AM CD

Hunters in Alabama got the haul of a lifetime when they nabbed a 1,000-pound alligator.

The monster gator, measuring 15 feet long, was pulled from the water in southern Alabama over the weekend during the state’s gator hunting season, according to Al.com.

It’s the largest gator ever legally killed in Alabama.

In fact, the creature was so big, state biologists had to use a backhoe to lift the animal for weighing. It broke a winch assembly used to weigh most gators.

The gator was caught by Mandy and John Stokes; and Kevin Jenkins and his children, 16-year-old Savannah and 14-year-old Parker, The Associated Press reported.

Click here to see more photos of monstrous reptile.

Well looks like my time is up, my study buddy appears to be Communicating her need for a little Interpersonal ‘exchange’

Class Dismissed!