Sporadic Bob – What Gives, Amigo?
The sporadic postings by me so far this week are due to RealLife™ intruding on a number of fronts.
I’m hoping things calm down starting tomorrow, but who the Hell knows.
Also, there’s a blizzard, it seems, coming my way on Friday Night [perfect timing: thirty-five years ago this week I had the joy of experiencing The Blizzard Of '78].
I thank you all for hanging-on…
Gotta get the bread and milk!!!!! [screams and runs out the door].













You’d be better off getting the Maker’s Mark and a case of beer.
We have a well-sticked full bar.
Then you’re prepared for my upping your dose. Reality is still intruding and yours is the most serious case I’ve seen in my 58 years of practice. We might have to go to something stronger than Bourbon.
‘Something stronger than Bourbon’??!!?? – I don’t think so.
Don’t forget the extra hooch.
You know, to fill up the flask for when Mrs. B. has you use the snowblower.
Actually, it’s the other way around: she loves to use it.
The sort of woman every man needs- feminine yet fully capable of taking care of herself!
Exactly.
I gotta get me one of those !!
Ahhhhhhh, the “Blizzard of 78″.
We had that here in the Chicagoland also.
30 days Cold, snow and blow !!!!
Alas, I was too young to enjoy the blow.
The blowing of the snow.
Monster sized drifts out in the hinterlands
Americans remember their snowstorms, Australians remember their bushfires.
Cultural differences.
I fondly remember all the bushfires I started when I was a single man, IYKWIMAITYD mate.
Braggart.
And damn proud of it!