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Morning Misfits. Finally a cooler day here. Will enjoy it. I will spend a lot of time outside today.

Sorry about all your troubles GW. Getting old is a bi-tch.

Gonna fertilize the lawn today. Grass is starting to look hungry. I love summer but it is a lot of work.

I am gonna get out of here before Big reads Rosters post.
 
Morning Misfits. Finally a cooler day here. Will enjoy it. I will spend a lot of time outside today.

Sorry about all your troubles GW. Getting old is a bi-tch.

Gonna fertilize the lawn today. Grass is starting to look hungry. I love summer but it is a lot of work.

I am gonna get out of here before Big reads Rosters post.
If you'll could read it was directed at Kind bud
 
Graywolf your days are getting warmer I see. Will there be an outside grow this year? :)

Yes, I will be growing C-99 and C-99/NL again this year from beans.

I've already started on the backyard raised bed for tamaters, but haven't started a better containment in the courtyard where I grow, to protect them from our cat Melissa yet. Last year I had to finish them at a friend's home once they got too big for the wire cages I built for them. Unfortunately our back yard is visible from our neighbors upstairs window and any one on the street that chooses to walk up and look through the top lattice of our 6' cedar fence to check out the good smells.

Sorry about all your troubles GW. Getting old is a bi-tch.

So I've heard, but so far still better than the alternatives.
 
365 days a year should be known as fathers day and absolutely mothers day .. but .. anyway Happy Established Fathers Day


Walt, you would be happy with a Chocolate Mescaline Capsule ... smiles and happiness with no puke





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That's because it's acid. Ever notice choc mesc tastes like nestle quick? Strawberry mesc like jello powder? That's because it is.
 
If you'll could read it was directed at Kind bud
Oh....never mind....ha ha!!!

Just checked the trich's on my D99 and Gold Digger. Both 62 days in. On the Gold Digger they were all clear. The D99 could be harvested in a couple days....think I will wait two weeks and add cal/mag.... bwahahaha
 
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That sucks Boo but family is not always family.
Sometimes friends are more family then blood.
My family is the ppl I love rather their blood or not. And that's a fact.
Yeah, @boo. Like we useta say: There It Is.

I can never forget Father's Day since Scooter was born onnit. Christ onna crunch... He is suddenly 58 fargin years old.

My list of friends is damn' short. Family is a crapshoot --> My ten-years older'n me brother was as total loss. I supported him from the time I was 12 <-- Yup. Sent him money and books and stuff while he was in the military in Japan. Picked up his familial messes and his familial duties as the oldest (and me the youngest). He was married FOUR times. His first marriage blew his Security Clearance: 1st. he married a bitter-ugly Japanese harpy that eventually ran off with the Base Chaplain. <-- Funny, but TINS!!

At the reception at the last wedding, we had leftovers.

My sister... four years older than me. Useless. Knocked up at 14, married at 15 to a 19-year old schmuck. Vaxxed and hospitalized by vaxx twice and is going for her third.

Family is what you are related to by DNA, but not necessarily by gray matter.

Friends are those you can rely on. They are irreplaceable.
 
Been married 37yrs,,,,, thought that was normal.😁
Meh. It took me that long to find which arm it was under.

The Scottish Witch and Your Humble Obdn't &tc haven't quite doubled you, but 62 years is a start...
^^^Friggin' newlywed.
Look who's talkin'...

*pffft*

Hips probably doesn't even know The Secret Of Unendurable Pleasure Indefinitely Prolonged.

Nor the 116 Ways Of Making Love... and the 13 Ways Known Only To The Emperor... And certainly not the 7 Ways Not Even Known To The Emperor.

Herself and I are getting on in years. I can tell this by the fact that my maintenance is starting to slip noticeably:

Last night, the hook pulled out of the ceiling, the watermelon broke, ice went everywhere, and the turbo-vibrator shorted out. We had to finish while standing up in that old "standby" hammock.
 
walt, I've asked too many times, what does TINS mean...tell me or I'll call your better half and ask her...:eek:
He told ya last time you asked;
This
Is
No
****.


Meh. It took me that long to find which arm it was under.

The Scottish Witch and Your Humble Obdn't &tc haven't quite doubled you, but 62 years is a start...

Look who's talkin'...

*pffft*

Hips probably doesn't even know The Secret Of Unendurable Pleasure Indefinitely Prolonged.

Nor the 116 Ways Of Making Love... and the 13 Ways Known Only To The Emperor... And certainly not the 7 Ways Not Even Known To The Emperor.

Herself and I are getting on in years. I can tell this by the fact that my maintenance is starting to slip noticeably:

Last night, the hook pulled out of the ceiling, the watermelon broke, ice went everywhere, and the turbo-vibrator shorted out. We had to finish while standing up in that old "standby" hammock.
Know it? I friggin' wrote it!
 
Kool! I got all the torture I could stand riding a Honda 500S single offroad, and crashed more times than I ever did on my road bike, but fortunately suffered nothing worse than a bad burn from the exhaust once.

On the other hand I was chasing the best rider I know across a clear cut at speeds terrifying to me and saw him suddenly go end over teacup, when a limb fell through his front spokes. He wasn't seriously hurt, but could have just as easily been killed, and it was a sign to me how fast things can turn on you.
I was trail-riding in Georgia with my lifetime bud (he's gone now) on a powerline trail. Had my Suzy 250 with full trail rig wide open where everything is that blur and you are so alive... and suddenly the trail had a 30-foot long, 10-foot deep shoebox-shaped rectangular hole in it.

I wrenched the handlebars, and the back wheel of my Suzy hit the very edge of the hole about halfway down the length of it. I was at a lower than 45 degrees angle when that lovely back wheel then hit the far side of the hole. I pulled something in my neck and I got the bike back and stopped it to get off and sit down.

To shaken to do anything but putt-putt along that trail from then on.
 

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