Island Of Misfits

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Now you made me spit my coffee out you funny fker. Speaking of Cocks. Who was it here has Peacock's? I remember seeing them all the time when I was a kid in California.
It is I, sayeth thy Unca.

We have had two peacocks resident on my place since they wuz borned 18 years ago. Fancy Pants (AKA: Big Boy) who is most ricky-tick the Alpha, and Beau, his brother.

They are hand-tame, and Fancy Pants and Himself entertain the beautiful chillun that live nearby when we dance together. I will spread my arms, and Fancy Pants will fluff up his HUGE feathers...

...and facing each other, we will turn slowly one way, then sorta spin back facing each other. I can stroke his extended feathers, much to the delight of the kids watching.

Aw, heck... while I am on the subject of Heaven on Earth: I have a neighbor about 600 feet away who has a pond. When I walk over to the pond, the fish come right up to the edge, waiting. At the same time, turtles will come out of the water and walk right up to my feet. TINS***

I hand feed a humongous female soft-shell turtle that is big enuf to take off a coupla fingles... but she daintily takes the bread from my hand.
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***TINS <-- for TBH this is solemn GI talk for: "This Is No Sheit"<-- Meaning: This is straight-arrow.

Here's my front lawn -- three boys and a girl:
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48F @93% RH, partially cloudy and predicted to reach 60F.

Yesterday was a double gorgeous day and Miss Layla scored a dozen tennis balls for her brothers and sisters at the Humane Society. Time to drop another load off.

Lu lu lu lu lu lu!!!!!!! The painters finally showed up at the duplex and are making excellent progress, but alas I was unsuccessful finding the treated lumber sizes that I needed at Home Depot, so will go to Parr Lumber today.

I need to build new flower boxes for both sides. The renters haven't been using them but that unit is in a Historical Neighborhood, and I have to get a permit and petition the city to change anything. The permitting process includes the city sending letters to the other home owners in the Historical Neighborhood to see if there are any objections to my proposal, so easier to just build new ones just for looks.

A hoot because we bought the property before it was designated Historical and replaced all the old mother of pearl filled stucco, plus added faux stone archways over the doorways and windows, with quoined corners. We had the work done by one of the stucco and stone contractors that did Disney Land.

The hoot is that several years later a picture of it appeared in an architectural digest giving it as good example of the faux rock of the 1920's when it was built.
 
Walt i could watch that a hundred times and laugh every fking time. She should have killed the fker where he could never try that again with someone else that didn't have a weapon.
She did, Brother Weedie. That was a heart shot. See the central blood spot burst into a pool in one second? When you see that, the lights are going out in five seconds or less, because that was the last beat of that heart -- outward.

She should carve a notch in the handle of the revolver. (Notice she got it from behind her and didn't have to do any prep) just pull the trigger point blank at body mass. No way to improve perfect situational awareness AND concentration.

She is excellent. And safe, if somewhat upset.
 
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The Black Hydra (forevermore: TBH) You will soon be tired of learning about MySonTheDoctor -- who is resigning again.

First time, he sold his monster-growing farm of killing birds, gave notice and bought a motorhome and blew $4,000 in gas driving it from Floriduh to Oregon. They begged him to come back, so for the last coupla months, he has been flying back down here to stay at The Chateau for a week and then fly back to Oregon.

It was too much... it would beat the crap outa anybody. So he gave his notice of his notice. The next trip will be his last. The horsepistol that mistreats the doctors and nurses will now have patients die because Scooter ain't there, and they've hired kids right out of Med School that don't know squat, but they get paid a lot less.

So another thing: All the others here are aware of this so pay attention, TBH, I will only tell you oncet:

Never biotch about doctors being rich and uncaring. Why not? Because if I find out, I will pass it on to Scooter... and he will pass it on to the docs YOU have to see.

And one of them will sew your arsehole shut.
I LOVE MY DOCTOR! .She is the best and I tell her I wanted to be a doctor instead of a electrician ,but I didnt want to work that hard !
My exes are Nurse Practitioners and DR (now) of PT. There is so much going behind the lines then just physically seeing you. I am honored I have 3 Doctors who call me Uncle Joe. My buddys son is a doctor but brought up like us .He can fix you and can fix his car.He has called me and I have advised him how to do things . I love my podiatrist because I treat him like one of the guys and tell him jokes he never hears .When he would come in the exam room I would be putting on gloves too ! I always tell the staff going in to what ever dctor im seeing I am their Uncle and everybody snaps to attention .I alway tell them the truth a sec after..
 
Here is where I tell weedie to go to the Northern United States (in Italian):

Hey, weedie: Uppa you-***.

Failing that, may you have an interesting and exotic vacation, in Haiti!

"Life, she ees yoost a bowl of frijoles." <-- Manuel Labor, the Ole Messican Philosopher

Weedie is just pissed becuz nobody automatically describes him in the paper as an "alleged child molester" like they do with his mentor, Unca. Pfffft.

Ungrateful wretch. After I taught Weedie the 74 ways of making love to beautiful women... and the 23 ways known only to the Emperor... and the 6 ways not even known to him...
Wow ,I only know one way ,and thats anyway she will let ya ...
 
It is I, sayeth thy Unca.

We have had two peacocks resident on my place since they wuz borned 18 years ago. Fancy Pants (AKA: Big Boy) who is most ricky-tick the Alpha, and Beau, his brother.

They are hand-tame, and Fancy Pants and Himself entertain the beautiful chillun that live nearby when we dance together. I will spread my arms, and Fancy Pants will fluff up his HUGE feathers...

...and facing each other, we will turn slowly one way, then sorta spin back facing each other. I can stroke his extended feathers, much to the delight of the kids watching.

Aw, heck... while I am on the subject of Heaven on Earth: I have a neighbor about 600 feet away who has a pond. When I walk over to the pond, the fish come right up to the edge, waiting. At the same time, turtles will come out of the water and walk right up to my feet. TINS***

I hand feed a humongous female soft-shell turtle that is big enuf to take off a coupla fingles... but she daintily takes the bread from my hand.
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***TINS <-- for TBH this is solemn GI talk for: "This Is No Sheit"<-- Meaning: This is straight-arrow.

Here's my front lawn -- three boys and a girl:
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They look delicious ....
 

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