The Muscleheaded Blog is on Summer Hiatus



Hiya —
I hope you’re having fun wherever
you are, and whatever you’re doing.

Everything is groovy here.
That’s the good news.

The less than good news is that
this Blog will be on hiatus until
October 01.

There’s still plenty of cool
Muscleheaded stuff if you’re
in the mood–

Just plunge into the years
and years of back-posts,
or use the search function.

And I’ll be looking forward to
reconnecting with all of
you in the fall, if the cricks
don’t rise.

Cheers ,
and Happy Summer.



The Müscleheaded Blog

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Welcome to the new home of the Müscleheaded Blog.

My name is Chris, and I’m a mature, married, Southern power-lifter who likes to hear himself write.

I’m a veteran of the U.S. Navy, a graduate of the Brown Institute, and until recently competed in Masters Strongman, although I still train hard and heavy.

Snarky humor, vintage pinups, and weirdos in the news are just a few of the things I like ……

And I’ve been known to sneak all kinds of things in this here blog.

You really never know what’s gonna be showing up next.

So, my advice would be to subscribe, and try to visit right-regular like.

My blog theme is called ‘Dusk to Dawn’, and it’s kinda appropriate, since I’m usually here in the late evening/early morning EST.

a1It’s also rather androcentric and iconoclastic—

so, if you offend easily, can’t stand sexual references, or if you just hate men,

please take a raincheck on the follow, with no hard feelings.

I don’t consider masculinity a ‘persona’ or a ‘put on’….

— it’s simply how men are, and should be, at least for my life.

If you don’t like the way I express that,
well, that’s tough.
See ya.

How you read my posts, whether you want to take them at face value, or whether you want to look harder, well, I leave that up to you.

Art, if that’s what it is, always means something different to the viewer than the creator… so, don’t let that worry you none.

A lot of the art featured on the Muscleheaded Blog is vintage —

I like to collect postcards and published ephemera from the early 1900’s in particular….

….. and you’ll see a lot of my collection here.

If you want to know more about the Muscleheaded Blog,
you can read my post:  ” Just What The Hell Is It All About Anyway?

You can also visit my online gym, which features articles about fitness, strength, and gym culture–
at http://muscleheadgym.wordpress.com .

I love motorcycles–
my most popular post, on British Motorcycles, is here.

I also like to write about travel…
like: ” The Beaches of St. John, USVI

Do you like vintage pin ups?
Well, we have an awful lot of posts on that subject to choose from,
but you can start here: ” The Pin Up Art of Gil Elvgren ” —

or– ” The Sensual Art of Raphael Kirchner ” .

( There’s an index on that post that will lead you to a lot of other posts about Pin Up Artists, too. )

You can read what I like to call my best general art blogs:
The Art of Maxfield Parrish
or
“The Poster Art of Leonetto Cappiello” .

You could read one of my best posts like:
“How To Plan A Bachelor Party” 
“This Woman Is Dangerous
“Weirdly Radioactive “,
“Monsters For Breakfast
or
“Lily Munster Was Hot ”

Yeah…

I’m thinking one of those posts might let you know what you’re really letting yourself in for.

lossecannonA loose cannon?

Sure.

Hey, like it or lump it …

I never said this blog was for everyone.

Submissions are always welcome-

I’m trying very hard to make this blog interactive,

… and I love to get mail !

Please send them to carolinamuscle@outlook.com .

I sincerely appreciate visitors, and enjoy reading comments to my posts.

So, jump on and hold tight…

The only thing I’ll promise ya is a wild ride.

HOY!

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Ashes and Diamonds

abearI dunno why the
subject of mortality
seems so utterly
unimportant when
you’re young,

——- and so like the
sword of Damocles
as you get older…

I thought I was completely
indestructable
when I was younger…acanoe

……. like death was something
that only happened to
people who were scared of it.

But then in my late 30’s,
I started to notice a trend…..

— it seemed like people
were just dropping in their tracks..

……no warning,
no guy in a white robe
giving you one last chance
to git yer mind right..
….. nope.alife

As I got into my fifties,
I started going to more funerals
than to Christenings……

There were those who fell sick,
and agonizingly slowly passed
to the other side,

-and those hurt- sure-

— but the sudden ones-

.. they were and ARE the onesabroke
that still make ya pause
and really reflect.

‘Cause we just don’t wanna think
about Ole Mr Death anymore than we have to.

And I guess that’s perfectly natural…

— since just the mere glimpse of him
can really make you want to stay
tucked up safely in yer nice warm bed –

Not go nowhere –
Not do nothin’.a1

Talk about a double negative.

Yow.

The thought that the individual consciousness
might someday just screech to a sudden halt –

— maybe cause of something stupid
you thought was a good idea,
maybe cause it was your time to go…

still…… YOW.

But in the end,
I figure you gotta
look at it this way.

Every one of us-achic
you,
me,
that obnoxious guy next door,
that Doctor chick on
“Murdock Mysteries”,
everybody —

everybody

——- is just another dead man walking.

All of us are on borrowed time.

Our Creator drew us each a timeline…

— and nothing’s gonna change it,
when the ink runs out on that line.

Now’s the time to live your life…
not next week,
or next month,
or next year.ahowdy

NOW.

‘Cause, you –
or me, or that person
who’s been stealing
your lunch at work –

— might not be here for the next moment.

And, I’d really like to see you enjoy yerself.

So…. here’s a coupla adages
that might keep
you in the moment.

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Tell everybody you love
just how you feel
.
Tell em. Don’t be skeered.
Tell em, dammit.

.amoitle

You’re on borrowed time –
but you don’t have to pay
it back
so use it ALL up.

.

Stop worrying about
what’s wrong with you,
and have fun with what’s left.

.

Your enemies only win
when you quit
. —
Keep going even if it’s just
to spite the bastards.

.

There’s no point arrivingseaserpent
at the moment of death
looking like a fresh bloomed daisy..
— don’t be afraid of earning
a coupla wrinkles and scars–
and wear em with pride.

.

If the bear is going to eat you anyway,
there’s no sense trying to protect your IPod.
Property are just things.

.

If you fucked up, tell the world…
and enjoy doing it.
They already know you ain’t perfect,
but then, neither are they.

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Nobody ever lies on the deathbed
wishing they spent more time at work.
Enjoy your life.

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If you don’t ask, you don’t get.
Sometimes it still don’t work out.
But that means, that sometimes it does.

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There ain’t nobody in this world like you..
you are as individual as a snowflake..

….  try to be warmer than that, though.

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When you’re feeling blue,renodivorce
there’s nothing like a
Sinatra record to pick ya up.
Good music is the serotonin of the Gods.

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Family is as close as you get to having something permanent..
–keep them as close as you can.
Remember- they may be irritating,
but you’re all nuts felled from the same tree.

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Jello makes a great snack,
no matter what condition you find
yourself in– 
as long as you keep it cold….
Warm Jello is nothing but sugar water.

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Life, women and whitewater are
never gonna do things your way.
Go with the flow.

.

Living your dreams
is great when you asleep.
When you’re awake,
live your life.

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Dogs are not man’s best friend.push
Testosterone is. —
Dogs are a close second over motorcycles.
Be a Man and Be Proud of it.
( Or be a woman, if that’s what you are.)

.

There are two kinds of itches..
the kind you should just go ahead and scratch,
—— and the kind you should
avoid scratching at all costs.
Know the difference.

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Sometimes the cure
for what ails ya is a little adrenaline.

Worried about your bills?
Take your first skydive to put it all in perspective.

— It’s amazing what kinda solutions
you’ll come up with as you’re falling
to a potentially very hard and sudden stop.

( Just remember – eventually,
that very hard, sudden stop will come, skydiving or no. )

.charliebrown

If anybody ever
laughs at you,
laugh at them back.

–Chances are good
they’re a much bigger
clown than you, anyway.

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Do what you love, how you want to do it.
Forget the haters. It’s not their life, it’s yours.

You know, you can try and try to
make those around you feel
content and happy, but if they
don’t appreciate you, just remember this:

You can’t live your life for someone who won’t live theirs.

.

Stay away from places that drag your soul through the mud.
— examples: Las Vegas, depression, your ex’s beach house.

.

You’ve got five senses, buddy,
and you ain’t using them all.
Turn it UP.

.

If you’re lonely, it’s ’cause
you aren’t with somebody.
Go out among the masses and smile.
You won’t be alone long.

Just cause someone ain’t perfect
for you for all eternity doesn’t mean
they won’t be fun right now.

There are 400 million lonely people out there–
— you can’t find one? Please.

And, remember, your Ole Uncle Nuts loves ya.
So that’s one right there.

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And , we can’t close this post
without yer Ole Uncle Nuts’
rule numero uno:

” Hey – whatdaya got to lose….
— you don’t really own it NOW. “

!!! HOY !!!

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alater

Sunday Morning Music

Hello ‘Dere !!!

I’m betting that
you and me both
are in the mood
for some great music.

Let’s shuffle the deck
and see how it all
shakes out, shall we ?

You can keep your
clothes on  —

… for the present,
anyway.

Why don’t we start with:

Barry White —

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Fleetwood Mac —

.

Who —

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Blood, Sweat & Tears —

.

Motorhead —

.

Linda Ronstadt —

.

Imagine Dragons —

.

Frank Sinatra —

.

Juice Newton —

.

ZZ TOP  (and ELVIS ) —

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!!!!! HOY !!!!!

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Riddle Me This

lookIt started with
a rather
vague,
enigmatic
invitation.

” The chairman
wants to see you. “

I didn’t exactly
know what
these ladiesfarmer
were up to….

and I had no idea
what this invitation
would entail ;

but I could see
no good reason
not to follow
the pheromones
and accept
such aa1
charmingly
delivered invite.

That’s the
foolish part
of being a male,
I guess —

A wry little smile,
a whisper of
decolletage,
a whiff of estrogen,
a wiggle of a2
feminine hips,
and we’re all
‘balls out’,
and
belly flops
in.

Even at
that age.rebus

“Sure, tell him
I’ll drop 

in on him
sometime.”

No,
I was told.
NOW.

As a group,
we were
making astounding,
exponential progress
in our field of study….

And I personally
had been very busy
working on a
brand new,
innovative approach
to solving certain
problems of the algebra
peculiar quantitative
dactylonomies that
had become my
specialty….

A break of
any kind
would be
welcome,
or so I figured.

Thus,
I found myselfa3
blithely and happily
following my two
prepossessing
chaperones
into a large,
and very dark
conference room
with one chair,
and one ‘chairman’
sitting in that chair.

So,
I remainedgoto
standing.

As dark as it was
in that room, the
chairman still
looked like
he was about a
thousand years old.

Boy, that guy
was giving
me the creeps.

As my escorts
backed out of
the room quietly,
the chairman
started out
our conversation
by asking me
some detailsa1
about my work….

Then, he
suddenly
stopped in
mid sentence —

— and posed
a quandry
that I still
remember:

“If I can only exist
where there is light,
but I cease to exist1913
if the light shines
on me, 
what am I? ” 

“Well, you got me”,
I said. 

“What is that,
a koan ? “

” No… it’s a riddle. 
And a simple one, 
or should be,
for someone
so supposedly
clever as you. ” 

“Ahh.
I’ve never been
all that much

for riddles.
As for my
so-calledlwemonm
cleverness,
it sounds like
it’s been grossly
over-rated, I think. ” 

He frowned
and waved
his hand
in dismissal…

“No matter —

try this one,”
he said… 

” Alone I am 24th,
with a friend I am 20.
Add another friend,
and I am impure.

What am I?” 

“I don’t have
a clue, sorry.” puzzle

“Alright then” ,
he said, in
a vaguely
frustrated voice  —

I’ll give you
one more chance. 

What comes 
once in a minute, 
twice in a moment,
but never in
a thousand years?

You coulda heard
a pin drop.

I stared blankly
into the darkness
for several moments
until a side door
opened, and my
two buxomval
companions
reappeared.

The chairman’s voice
boomed:

” You are not worthy
of entrance 
into
the Ancient Noble Order
of St. Boniface —

— but, we’re short
of members for 

our annual Feast Day
of Aldhelm parade —

so, I congratulate
you and bid a hearty
‘Welcome Aboard’
to you!

Here’s your
ceremonial
oak hatchet — katzenjammer

— go spread
the good news.

Ladies, conduct him
to the preparation room.”

With that,
we all went
into the next
room and 
started
to disrobe.
cat

And then

I woke up.

Fuckin’
weirdo dreams.

I gotta lay
off the Absinthe
before bed, man.

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!!!!! HOY !!!!!!

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Sunday Morning Music

Good Morning !!!

Time to
rise and shine
(as it were ) …

Hey –

We’ll make it
easy on you.

With a little
Sunday Morning Music.

And on the off chance
that you’re already feeling
a bit frisky —

(I have no idea why …)

We’ll be playing some
sensual rock and stuff,
to make your Sunday flow.

Hey, I’m yer pal,
ya know.

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Peggy Lee —

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Temptations —

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Janet Jackson —

.

Sweet —

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The Cars —

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Steely Dan —

.

Lynyrd Skynyrd —

.

Bruno Mars —

.

Manhattan Transfer —

.

Teena Marie —

.

Harold Melvin & The Bluenotes

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!!!!!!!! HOY !!!!!!!!!!

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Don’t Misbehave

I’ve always been
a big flirt, and
I’ll be the first one to
admit that.

Mild participatory
flirtation can a be
wonderful thing —

A matter of subtle body
language, a bantering
tête-à-tête, a joyful
recognition of each other’s
voluptuary natures.

It’s fun.

Cause I don’t flirt
with anyone who
doesn’t.

But, flirting is
one of those
things that can
easily get out of hand –

— and when it’s
not participatory (mutual),
or becomes crass
or abusive –

one becomes
what’s been
called ‘ a masher ‘.

I never got the whole concept
of cat-calling, for instance ….

Did a cat-call ever get a woman
to become interested in a man?

I kinda doubt it.

And the concept of
‘auto invitation’ —

Basically,
cat-calling from cars —

Well, that’s just gotta
be for very desperate
dudes, right?

Actually, it became such
a problem in the 1920’s
that a bunch of women
in Washington, DC founded
the first ‘anti-flirt’ club –
in 1923.

Yep.

The president of said club,
Miss Alice Reighly, shown
with their official pennant,
published a list of ten rules
that she recommended to
all women :

QUOTE :

” 1: Don’t flirt;
those who flirt in haste
oft repent in leisure.

2: Don’t accept rides from
flirting motorists—
— they don’t all invite
you in to save you a walk.

3: Don’t use your eyes for ogling—
they were made for worthier
purposes.

4: Don’t go out with men you don’t know—they may be married, and you
may be in for a
hair-pulling match.

5: Don’t wink—
a flutter of one eye
may cause a tear in the other.

6: Don’t smile at
flirtatious strangers—
save them for
people you know.

7: Don’t annex all the men you can get—
by flirting with many you may lose out on the one.

8: Don’t fall for the slick, dandified cake eater—the unpolished gold of a real man is worth more than the gloss of lounge lizard.

9: Don’t let elderly men
with an eye to a flirtation
pat you on the shoulder
and take a fatherly interest
in you. Those are usually the
kind who want to forget
they are fathers.

10: Don’t ignore the man
you are sure of while you
flirt with another. When you
return to the first one you
may find him gone. ”

I dunno,
honestly, why flirtation
should ever get so out of hand
that people would join a club to
discourage it —

— you’d think we’d all have
better sense , and more
sensitivity than that.

But, it just goes to
show ya……..

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!!! HOY !!!

Sunday Morning Music !

dolphinHey Ya !!!

I hope you’re
feeling groovy
and ready to do
your thing.

‘Cause we got
some great music
for you today.

Cheers !!!

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AC-DC —

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Derek & The Dominoes w Eric Clapton —

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Chuck Mangione —

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Police —

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Allman Brothers —

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Eric Burdon —

.

Bad Company —

.

Isaac Hayes —

.

Corrs —

.

David Essex —

.

Alabama Thunderpussy —

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Jamiroquai —

.

And last but not least,
a request from our old
friend Susie —

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!!!!! HOY !!!!!!!!!

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Fifty Shades of Honeymoon

I’m getting
old, man.

I really am.

I readily
and
wholeheartedly
admit that.

Nothing makes
perfect sense
anymore.

Take modern
honeymoons,
for instance.

Honeymoons
were, in the
past, anyway-

– a chance for
a couple to get
away from the
dull daily –

– have some quality
time and privacy
together.

They’d go somewhere
they’d never been,
and
explore.

You know…

Figure out where
everything was,
and how it worked.

Wait —

I think I might
already be getting
side-tracked here.

(Another sign
of getting old …
…… nuts.)

What I really meant
to say was
simply to
‘have an adventure
together’ —

Maybe for the
first time in their
married lives.

Oh sure,
– yeah –
– a trip to
the Poconos
or Niagara Falls
didn’t really
qualify a
couple as fool-hardy
daredevils or
any of THAT stuff..

.. although there is
a place near Mt Pocono
that has a waterslide
in the room.

Yeee
haaaaa…

No bathing suit
required, either,
man.

It’s a
wild,
wild life.

Ahem.

But,
now —–

There are complications
to the whole honeymoon
thing that just seem to
totally miss the point —

There are :

Mini-moons,
family-moons,
mega-moons,
baby-moons,
buddy-moons,
milestone-moons,
and heaven knows
what else.

My spin on all
these trends is
that it now seems
to be less about
adventure together…

… and more about
destination this and
de-luxe that.

And inviting the
in-laws along,
well, man….

… there’s just
something so bent
about that.

Ok.

Folks are entitled
to do it
(you know,
 … act upon )
anyway they
want to —
who the hell am I
to tell ’em different ?

But, I am saying
that the good
old fashioned
honeymoon had
an awful lot to offer,
without all these
crazy ins and outs….

( scratch that verbage )

That the real senses
of wonder,
of experience,
of togetherness
that honeymoons of
the past offered —

Well,
they’re still all
here in these
vintage cards,
anyway.

Cheers to that .

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!!!! HOY !!!!!

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Sunday Morning Music

Hi There !!!!

I’m happy that
you could join us
for another
Sunday Morning
Music Post ………

I’ve got some great
musical surprises
ready and cued up
ready for you.

So …..

Let’s have at it,
shall we ?

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Alphawezen —

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Rolling Stones —

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Sons of Champlin —

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Olivia Newton John —

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Michael McDonald —

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Spinners —

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Van Morrison —

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Nico —

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Starbuck —

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And finally, a request
from my friend and yours,
Shoreacres !

Led Zeppelin —

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!!!!!!  HOY !!!!!!!!!

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Mind Under Matter

Meanwhile,
behind the
façade
of
this innocent-

looking bookstore…

.

Welcome once
again to this
bastion of
balderdash,
this bundle of
blather, this base
of blarney :

Oh sure, we can
bombard you with
‘B’ words you all
day, but that would
be basically bullshit.

You know,
bunkum.

Bilge.

Bollacks.

Bufoonery.

Bodhisattva.

But we ain’t
havin’ any of
that, now
are we.

Still, I’m not sure
it’s reasonable to
expect us to, all of
a sudden, just start
posting stuff of
rationality,
importance and
relevance when
we can’t even keep
a straight face at
the DMV, now, is it ?

( Man, you peeple
must be kiddin
with these lines
and these attitudes…. )

I mean, elements
of this society seem
to have been written
in at the last minute
as comedic relief
to some kinda cosmic
bad soap opera….

Like some famous
guy once said :
The only thing 
square about this
world are the cats 
what’s in it.

Sure, I know he
wasn’t really talking
about the people
at the DMV, but
quotes don’t have
to stay within their
literal intent,
ya know.

Argue context
if you will….

but when you
have a quote like:
” Do you have to
open graves to
find girls to fall
in love with? “

… you have to admit
that some are just
meant to be used
in a more free
wheeling style
than being relegated
to a little number
and a reference
in a library book that
you’ve flatly refused
to return until you
jot down the damn
thing.

Your late fines now
will cost more than
the book did.

Hey – that’s
how they git ya.

( Oh, so you had
a visiting uncle
who would say
that all the time,
too, did ya? )

Yeah —
ask for ‘double meat’
on your pu-pu platter
and then whine they
charged ya extra —
– yep –
that’s indeed
‘how they git ya’ .

So….
what does this
all add up to,
you ask ?

Hmmmmm…..

$72.40 with tax.

( he also ordered
stuff to ‘take home’ )

Ok –
if you’re a slightly
bit confused, well,
all I can say is join
the club.

Confusion is just a
state of realization
that the world just
don’t compute.

It’s sorta the human
version of the blue
screen.

And we see a lot
of that around
here.

!!! HOY !!!

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Sunday Morning Music

Hello.

I hope you’re feeling
wonderful today.

Hahahaha –
– ok,
well, it’s early yet, right?

Let’s see if we can get
yer juices going, ok?

I think we’ll go with
some sexy vibes today….

That might just help.

I know it does me.

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Stevie Nicks —

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Barry White —

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Eric Clapton —

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Sade —

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Sting —

.

Isley Brothers —

.

Steppenwolf —

.

Tina Turner —

.

Donald Fagen —

.

Curtis Mayfield —

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!!!!!! HOY !!!!!!!!!

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