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Hey fuckerino- I hope you took your heart meds... I did it on Friday night.

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TBH - it was a little unnerving to not have the stress and constant niggling in the back of my brain all weekend that I'm forgetting something. Not sure if I'll do that again.
 
Wait. Was that LAST time or this time? Fuck. Now I have to check again. Goddammit.
 
Hey fuckerino- I hope you took your heart meds... I did it on Friday night.

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TBH - it was a little unnerving to not have the stress and constant niggling in the back of my brain all weekend that I'm forgetting something. Not sure if I'll do that again.

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I used to work a lot with Boeing, and back then, if they ever failed even 1 quality audit, heads would roll. Now, it seems, the norm is to fail multiple audits and that's "everyday at the office". I guess as long as every race on the planet is represented, they pass the DEI audit and that's more important.
That's what happens when you rely on foreign suppliers too much, especially the European ones. You expect the same work ethic and commitment to deadlines, and it just isn't there. That's a prime reason why the 787 was repeatedly delayed, despite whatever the media might say to the contrary. I know. I worked that project for five years in Everett.
 
Why do the green headed ducks always bully the brown ones?
Mallards are little assholes. Pekins are easier. I've had both, and chickens. The horny little mallard bastards are into beastiality. They hump the chicken hens all through spring and halfway into summer.
 
Mallards are little assholes. Pekins are easier. I've had both, and chickens. The horny little mallard bastards are into beastiality. They hump the chicken hens all through spring and halfway into summer.
They are complete fucking assholes and the little brown ones are pussies. I try to run the mallards off when I'm feeding a group because they always peck at the other ones (and the babies!!), but the stupid brown ones run off too.
 
Mallards are little assholes. Pekins are easier. I've had both, and chickens. The horny little mallard bastards are into beastiality. They hump the chicken hens all through spring and halfway into summer.

They are complete fucking assholes and the little brown ones are pussies. I try to run the mallards off when I'm feeding a group because they always peck at the other ones (and the babies!!), but the stupid brown ones run off too.
Or perhaps neither one of you is any good at getting their ducks in a row.
 
On a slightly different note;





It was the third of June, another sleepy dusty delta day
I was out choppin cotton and my brother was bailing hay


If y'all can, try to stay away from bridges today.
 
Or perhaps neither one of you is any good at getting their ducks in a row.
Quite possibly the most asinine of all asinine cliches. 'Rows' implies organized, methodical behavior. The duck world is chaotic. It's pretty ducked up.
 
On a slightly different note;





It was the third of June, another sleepy dusty delta day
I was out choppin cotton and my brother was bailing hay


If y'all can, try to stay away from bridges today.
My name ain't Billie Joe, I'll cross as many bridges as I want to!

Which is zero, BTW
 
Also - think I found my new favorite hot sauce.
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I loathe the over-vinegary taste of most brands. I'm sure this one is loaded with MSG so it obviously tastes 1000x better.
 
One early morning (in the 80s) just before dawn, I was putting my boat in at a ramp on the Chattahoochee River. After guiding the boat off the trailer and onto the bank, I gently walked through a crowd of ducks huddled together on the bank. Other than a few murmurs, the ducks moved for my feet without protest. I parked my truck & trailer and came back to my boat. There was enough light to entice the ducks into the water around my boat. When I pushed off, they moved out of the way without much effort or fuss. Male and female mallards aren’t always ornery.
 
My favorite duck joke: three friends are in a car that wrecks, and they all die. When they get to heaven, they are taken to a place that is like a wetland, and filled with ducks. The angel tells them, "wait here, and whatever you do, don't step on any ducks!"

First guy is the FAFO type, so he immediately kicks a canvasback to see what happens. The angel appears with two more angels, and they have a horrible beast on a chain, which they attach to the first guy. He is taken away screaming while the angel says, "I told you not to step on any ducks!"

The other two guys are scared witless now, so they try their best not to move around too much. After what seems like days or weeks, but might have only been hours, the second guy gets tired and tries to lie down in the marsh. Well, there's so many ducks everywhere, he inadvertently mashes a mallard. The three angels come back, with another horrible beast on a chain. Despite the guy's protest that it was an accident, he's hauled away while the angel repeats, "I told you not to step on any ducks!"

The third guy is now desperate. He's so determined not to bother any ducks, he stands still for what seems like ages. Ducks now perch on his head and shoulders, his back and hair is filled with duck poo, and he's mentally and physically exhausted. Finally, the three angels appear and they clamp a chain around his neck. The marsh flashes and changes a bit, the guy can tell he's no longer in the same place but it looks similar. The angels bring him over to a beautiful lady, and chain her neck to the guy's. He says, "wonder what I did to deserve this?" and the lady replies, "I don't know about you, but I stepped on a duck."
 
My favorite duck joke: three friends are in a car that wrecks, and they all die. When they get to heaven, they are taken to a place that is like a wetland, and filled with ducks. The angel tells them, "wait here, and whatever you do, don't step on any ducks!"

First guy is the FAFO type, so he immediately kicks a canvasback to see what happens. The angel appears with two more angels, and they have a horrible beast on a chain, which they attach to the first guy. He is taken away screaming while the angel says, "I told you not to step on any ducks!"

The other two guys are scared witless now, so they try their best not to move around too much. After what seems like days or weeks, but might have only been hours, the second guy gets tired and tries to lie down in the marsh. Well, there's so many ducks everywhere, he inadvertently mashes a mallard. The three angels come back, with another horrible beast on a chain. Despite the guy's protest that it was an accident, he's hauled away while the angel repeats, "I told you not to step on any ducks!"

The third guy is now desperate. He's so determined not to bother any ducks, he stands still for what seems like ages. Ducks now perch on his head and shoulders, his back and hair is filled with duck poo, and he's mentally and physically exhausted. Finally, the three angels appear and they clamp a chain around his neck. The marsh flashes and changes a bit, the guy can tell he's no longer in the same place but it looks similar. The angels bring him over to a beautiful lady, and chain her neck to the guy's. He says, "wonder what I did to deserve this?" and the lady replies, "I don't know about you, but I stepped on a duck."
Quack me up.
 
One early morning (in the 80s) just before dawn, I was putting my boat in at a ramp on the Chattahoochee River. After guiding the boat off the trailer and onto the bank, I gently walked through a crowd of ducks huddled together on the bank. Other than a few murmurs, the ducks moved for my feet without protest. I parked my truck & trailer and came back to my boat. There was enough light to entice the ducks into the water around my boat. When I pushed off, they moved out of the way without much effort or fuss. Male and female mallards aren’t always ornery.
Prolly cuz there was a corpse in the water. Were you near Choctow Ridge?
 
Fuckfaces: Hey mox! Can I borrow your conference room on Thursday/Friday?
Moi: Hi! Thursday is fine, but Friday is booked.
FF: Thanks! What's the room number?

Fuck you.
 
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