Benjamin Franklin once said....

"Beer is proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy."

"And the devil gave us daughters"---Woodchuck

That's why I'll never be famous.

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Anonymous said…

A high school class mate of mine has three daughters. His mother tells him that having only daughters is god's way of getting even with him for all of the fathers that he worried to death when he was a teenager.

DG

9:23 AM

Kelsgarden said…

you duct tape one cheerleader to the flag pole in front of the school and this is what you get -

can you imagine what would have happened if you hadn't pre-wrapped . . .

1:21 AM

Woodchuck said…

The end of life as we now know it....yup.

1:23 AM

Bert said…

But if you do become famous will you still remember me?

5:04 PM

Woodchuck said…

How could I forget Bert? I need someone to house sit my country estate.

12:12 AM

Anonymous said…

Uh... can we go back to the duct-taped cheerleader for a moment and ask for an explanation??? The mind boggles...

9:31 AM

Kelsgarden said…

duct tape is so versatile

I sat watching a show on HGTV once about this chic who made dresses and handbags out of the stuff -

but that's not exactly how WC used the duct tape on the cheerleader . . .

WC, had you included a handbag maybe she wouldn't have been so upset -

3:08 PM

Wild cow and Druish Deities

I have been blessed with being able to drive some of the most unbelievable roads ever paved. Last week I found myself on HWY 108 in Central California. 130 Miles 26% grade 9624 at the summit 4 hours to drive this route This photo is looking west just down from the summit. I could live here with the wild cows. A lone wild cow at the 9000 foot level just making sure that nobody is speeding along.

Today was a good day..

I'm flying home today from Phoenix, AZ. First good thing: I was moved from my favorite seat in coach to a window seat in first class. Second thing: The guy sitting next to me did not want to talk and left me alone on the flight. Third thing: The flight was smooth and on time. Fourth thing: I'm walking out of the gate area at the airport when a TSA guy calls me over and ask me if I wanted an item, because if not he was going to throw it away. And you know it would be darn shame to throw out a nice bottle of...... Yes, that is correct, a nice 750ml bottle of Sauza Tres Generaciones 100% Puro De Agave Tequila. I'm now very...very ........tanked. Thank you TSA. I'm a 40% by volume Woodchuck.

It seemed like a good ideal at the time...

The question has been asked and needs to be answered: So, you all know the type in high school, the "Jock". The Jocks ran my school like so many school around the country. And, of course, football players topped that heirarchy of the teen stratusphere. And this might come as a huge surprise to most, but I played Football. I had social responsibilities to up hold and order to maintain on campus. You might say we were the police, the law and order of the school. We patrolled the halls with an iron fist. The stoners stayed well behaved. The nerds were well protected in exchange for homework. Life was good. Then one sunny spring day a nice little "Miss Gloria Steinem wanna be," who wrote for the school paper, decides to write a story questioning the authority of the Football team. In this situation, most people would of course write a rebuttal. And this is exactly what we would have done, had any of us on the Football team been able to write. No luck on this one. Howeve...

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