Poker Perambulation

I received the following comment in today’s spam collection:

I am pregnant.

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First off,  Santa was not run over by a reindeer. Whoever started that rumor is just plain sick.  Likely came from one of them Easterners.  No, this is diabolic and destructive of social custom.   I am sorry to have to report it. Read more…

The Battle eternal.  It isn’t taught at West Point.  Don’t depress the troops, right?  (Yes, got another email.) Read more…

I wasn’t going to post today but this is “interesting”…

I used to be able to get Mythbusters and the start went something like:

We are trained professionals; don’t try this at home.   Well, sometimes even the pros should take a pass.

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Well, my friend Jack sent me another email.  Ok, Waffles…go change your underwear. You are getting too old for that to be occurring naturally. Read more…

Halloween always leave me confused.  Why should some rug rats get to dip into my Reese?   One of those damn eastern liberals took me to task over it and showed up to turn the damn light on at the front door to signal miniature looters.  I still don’t agree and felt it was time to put power to the sensors/claymores.  But, I listened like a sap that I was supposed to get with the feel good.  The following picture says it all. Read more…

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That was a movie with populist humor about people on a farm out on the Pacific Northwest.  An resemblance to any blog living or dead is purely coincidental.  It introduced Ma and Pa Kettle who set the city folks that bought a chicken farm in their sights.   So, said coincidental blogger is probably closer to the fish than the Ma and Pa sharks.   But, this blog isn’t about any of that.  I was going to title it “I’m a cheap bastard” but I don’t want to give Josie a straight line.  (Happy, you link whore?) Read more…

Ego, thy name is Ken.  So, why the admission? Well, I thought I might be better than I had a right to think.  I don’t have huge readership.  But, it is a comfortable amount.  Yesterday was my best day in a long time.   So, after dislocating my elbow trying to pat myself on the back I took a look. Read more…