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Posted on 12/26/25 at 12:28 pm to HogBalls
Started a new job over the summer so don't have a lot of vacation time yet. Plus it's pretty quiet today so not a bad day to be at work.
Posted on 12/26/25 at 12:56 pm to HogBalls
Work(ing) on beer #2.
Being retired is the shite.
Being retired is the shite.
Posted on 12/26/25 at 1:29 pm to HogBalls
quote:off all next week
Working from SIL home today
Posted on 12/26/25 at 1:33 pm to HogBalls
Plant gotta run baw.
Up at 0400 this morning to head in.
Up at 0400 this morning to head in.
Posted on 12/26/25 at 7:15 pm to racknreel
Had today off for the first time in 4 yrs getting two days off around Christmas…went to the casino and won $1300 on texas hold’em table game.
Posted on 12/26/25 at 9:03 pm to HogBalls
I worked, worked out and got some cardio in. Productive day.
Posted on 12/26/25 at 9:16 pm to HogBalls
Found this piece I wrote in 23 for...Vader I think it was
Twas The Day After Christmas,
Twas the day after Christmas, And all through the house,
Not an in-law was stirring, 'Cept Bob, what a grouse,
He sipped on his coffee, scratched his derrière,
And I longed for the day, when they wouldn't be there,
They filled every air mattress, each sofa and bed,
Their hangovers loomed, as they slept like the dead,
They'd ran through my liquor, then as a nightcap,
Drank 2 gallons of eggnog, I was sick of their crap,
Then out in the driveway arose such a din,
I thought "what fresh hell is just now rolling in."
Away to the door well I ran in my robe,
As horrible bass shook my panes and earlobes,
When what stepped out that Escalade, right out front,
Than Tammy, prolific, and boy, what a...aunt,
In high heels and short skirt, just off her Christmas shift,
And I knew in a moment there must be some grift,
Swift as diarrhea, her offspring they came,
(No fathers in sight though, and different last names),
"Come Blaydenn, come Blaxxton,
Come Merlin and Murray,
Uranus, Delicious, Skronquavious hurry!,"
With nary a greeting as they pushed me by,
Like a kettle of vultures who carrion spy,
So into my house well her brood, how they flew,
To the presents, their hoochie-coo mama did too,
They tore every gift open, no bother with names,
And then had the gall and the nerve to complain!
Well if they were my kids, yeah I'd probably have hit 'em,
Then Tammy looked at me and said "what you git 'em?"
Now they're none of my blood and just barely my kin,
And she reeked of stale smoke, skunk weed, glitter and gin,
I was at my wits end, and I started to blow,
"Well I'm not their dad Tammy, but how would you know!?,"
"Hope the guys at the Pole 'N Butt last night were merry,
Cause your mustache is showing, your armpits are hairy,
I really have no clue how you make your dough,
You're as pudgy as Santa, Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho,"
She sniffed through her boogerhooks, taken aback,
Her and her burglar brood, well I cut them no slack,
"Your kids are ill-mannered, ungrateful and smelly,
And you? You're as crooked as Mama Fratelli,"
The in-laws now saw I had had quite enough,
And worked quick as carnies at packing their stuff,
They raided the fridge and took candy from bowls,
Tammy's brood took the batt'ries from remote controls,
I let loose a tirade, like the Griswold named Clark,
I held no cow sacred, I spared not a snark,
Tammy then put her finger aside of her nose,
(Not the first time she'd done that today, I suppose),
She and hers, they all flew, leaving nothing but litter,
Like a man after Taco Bell runs to the shitter,
Last to leave was old Bob, slowly moving his keister,
Said "Boy Christmas was fun, let's all come back at Easter!"
Twas The Day After Christmas,
Twas the day after Christmas, And all through the house,
Not an in-law was stirring, 'Cept Bob, what a grouse,
He sipped on his coffee, scratched his derrière,
And I longed for the day, when they wouldn't be there,
They filled every air mattress, each sofa and bed,
Their hangovers loomed, as they slept like the dead,
They'd ran through my liquor, then as a nightcap,
Drank 2 gallons of eggnog, I was sick of their crap,
Then out in the driveway arose such a din,
I thought "what fresh hell is just now rolling in."
Away to the door well I ran in my robe,
As horrible bass shook my panes and earlobes,
When what stepped out that Escalade, right out front,
Than Tammy, prolific, and boy, what a...aunt,
In high heels and short skirt, just off her Christmas shift,
And I knew in a moment there must be some grift,
Swift as diarrhea, her offspring they came,
(No fathers in sight though, and different last names),
"Come Blaydenn, come Blaxxton,
Come Merlin and Murray,
Uranus, Delicious, Skronquavious hurry!,"
With nary a greeting as they pushed me by,
Like a kettle of vultures who carrion spy,
So into my house well her brood, how they flew,
To the presents, their hoochie-coo mama did too,
They tore every gift open, no bother with names,
And then had the gall and the nerve to complain!
Well if they were my kids, yeah I'd probably have hit 'em,
Then Tammy looked at me and said "what you git 'em?"
Now they're none of my blood and just barely my kin,
And she reeked of stale smoke, skunk weed, glitter and gin,
I was at my wits end, and I started to blow,
"Well I'm not their dad Tammy, but how would you know!?,"
"Hope the guys at the Pole 'N Butt last night were merry,
Cause your mustache is showing, your armpits are hairy,
I really have no clue how you make your dough,
You're as pudgy as Santa, Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho,"
She sniffed through her boogerhooks, taken aback,
Her and her burglar brood, well I cut them no slack,
"Your kids are ill-mannered, ungrateful and smelly,
And you? You're as crooked as Mama Fratelli,"
The in-laws now saw I had had quite enough,
And worked quick as carnies at packing their stuff,
They raided the fridge and took candy from bowls,
Tammy's brood took the batt'ries from remote controls,
I let loose a tirade, like the Griswold named Clark,
I held no cow sacred, I spared not a snark,
Tammy then put her finger aside of her nose,
(Not the first time she'd done that today, I suppose),
She and hers, they all flew, leaving nothing but litter,
Like a man after Taco Bell runs to the shitter,
Last to leave was old Bob, slowly moving his keister,
Said "Boy Christmas was fun, let's all come back at Easter!"
This post was edited on 12/26/25 at 9:18 pm
Posted on 12/26/25 at 9:18 pm to fr33manator
quote:
Found this piece I wrote in 23 for...Vader I think it was
No one read this shite then either
Posted on 12/26/25 at 9:22 pm to Mingo Was His NameO
Lick my balls you foul little mango. He requested it, bitch,
When has anyone ever requested Mingo post anything?
When has anyone ever requested Mingo post anything?
Posted on 12/26/25 at 9:32 pm to Mingo Was His NameO
Here's one for you.
You're a sad one, Mr. Ming,
You're ugly... and you're small,
If you ceased your awful posting,
None would give a shite at all,
Mr. Ming---o,
You're about as welcome,
As a shite covered bathroom stall----
You're a foul one, Mr. Ming,
Unloved, and un-desired,
An OT poll was taken,
What to do if you're on fire,
Mr. Ming---o,
The general consensus,
Throw some gasoline on the pyre!
You're a sad one, Mr. Ming,
You're ugly... and you're small,
If you ceased your awful posting,
None would give a shite at all,
Mr. Ming---o,
You're about as welcome,
As a shite covered bathroom stall----
You're a foul one, Mr. Ming,
Unloved, and un-desired,
An OT poll was taken,
What to do if you're on fire,
Mr. Ming---o,
The general consensus,
Throw some gasoline on the pyre!
This post was edited on 12/26/25 at 9:33 pm
Posted on 12/26/25 at 9:36 pm to fr33manator
quote:
Here's one for you.
TLDR
Posted on 12/26/25 at 9:43 pm to Mingo Was His NameO
quote:
TLDR
You're a dumb one, Mr. Ming,
Big words, beyond, your grasp,
Reading skills worse than a retard,
Even picture books a task,
Mr. Ming---o
Even Kige can make it,
Through a couple of paragraphs---!
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