"oh he's a great guy"
cmon, man.

Cars

1986 Ford Thunderbird
"Thunderturd"

1984 Olds Cutlass Supreme
"Blue"

1992 Olds Cutlass Ciera Wagon
"Great Car"

Stick and the "Great Car"

1992 Chevy Corsica

2001 Buick Regal GS
"Black Granny"

2007 Hyundai Santa Fe
"Santa Gay"

slap chop guy

dude, i love your nuts.

you were right.

oh give me a break

what, do we have a bunch of pansies in the usa?

Raise The Debt Ceiling - The Pres Needs A Raise!

Mr. Cockorama doesn't seem to have a grip on anything.
I suppose when you're a liar trying to lead a bunch of lying retards things can get messy.

We should vote for Anthony Weiner as president.  Then the cake would have some icing.

this is the life of a leper.

i think there are people on the opposite side of the building (excluding neil and naggy) who simply do not get it.

engineering makes every effort to help.  maybe we don't get it right all the time, but at least from a controls group standpoint we try.

that side of the building, however, does not.

today the obvious truth was announced that the company i work for does not care about the people who work there.
we either do whatever they tell us to do, whatever it is, or we are fired.
also, if we question our orders we are fired.
if we fail we are fired.
if profits drop we are fired.

i'm so special, i was given this speech in advance of the rest of engineering.

last night:
willie was my partner.  it was an amazing game.
i played crappy, but better than i had all this month.
i also did two new drives:  the cross legged, and the sock drive.  both were really impressive.
willie tried doing the beer can drive, but he only hit the can.  it was funny.

and i parred a hole for the first time on this course!  i even used my putter as a chipping iron to do it.

afterwards i went to a party with naggy.  evidently his neighbors are mostly leecom students.  so it was us old dudes and a bunch of college girls.  now i know why he loves where he lives so much.

i hung at his place until about 12:30am or so.

it was a good time.

fairly retarded

I met a girl online about three years ago.

I've never met her in person and never had any desire to.  We just chat, or email from time to time.

It's easy to tell when she is single, because she will message me out of nowhere and say (every single time):

"Hi. How r u"

Every time.  That is literally it word for word.  I only noticed when I went through our fairly meaningless chats last night.

Then I'll say "fine", to which she will say "that's good".

Then she has little else to say.  Soon after I just close the chat box and forget about her boring ass.

But when there's a man in her life, she will tell me how happy she is, and then ask me to "guess why".  The answer is always about some douchebag that will be out of her life in a short time.

So last night she displays how happy she is, and I say "lemme guess...you have a new guy".

She told me that she did indeed have a new guy and was now in fact married.  (Just last month she was single and had nothing to say.)

She didn't like it when I responded with:

"Oh wow.  Sucks to be you."

In fact she got outright offended.

Soon after I just closed the chat box and logged off.  I found it to be comical.

1000 different me's

it isn't mood swings.
believe me.
there's paul.  and then there's PAUL.

i've had my year of feeling sorry.

i thank my girl of 16 years for setting me straight.

it's done now.

She Hates Herself For Loving Me...

...according to the song she sang.

The kid sister and I hit the town, and in the process I got to spend time with Phillie.  One of the most beautiful people to exist.

There was a bunch of people there from a wedding, a lot of dancing, and Phillie singing karaoke.  She even sang the "ow's" and "uh's" from the lyrics on the prompter, which caused dudes to hold up their lighters.

Literally.  

I wasn't cool enough to have a lighter on me.

But I was cool enough to snag a hug from Phillie afterwards.

They ran out of fish tanks, so the above was their compromise.  I don't know what was in it, but it tasted like blue Kool-Aid and rubbing alcohol.

I woke up this morning with a pain on my waist.  I slept with my piece on, evidently.  Now there's a pretty sweet looking bruise there.

Amy

I will miss you, Amy.

You rocked.

It has taken 16 attempts to post this.  Sarcasm alert:  Thanks goes to Time Warner for their excellent, reliable, and worthy service.

Did I Miss Something?

So a meeting goes down at work yesterday.
A meeting that I initiated.
Things got to a point where the people I met with decided it was time to get their boss involved.
The boss got involved, made some requests, and I was thinking everything went well.
I sent out a very brief summary of what I took from the meeting.

I got a long, well written, and detailed response from the boss that described me as a half-cocked, tsunami-causing engineer.

Evidently I missed a hell of a lot in the meeting or something.  This has to be the best mud slinging I have been given, so I give the boss some serious props.

However, it's unwarranted.

And now my boss, Bad Ass Billy G. has gotten involved.  So what's going to happen?  Well.  I can't say.
I'm always convinced I have done something wrong.

Also, I'm not much for trying to justify my existence.  So if it comes to that point, sorry boys...I have to walk.

That will be difficult.  I love what I do.  I live for it.

Farewell

I spell hell the following way:

S-T-A-M-P-R-O

Enough said.

roar 2011

(above pics are some of the triumphs i saw)

net has been flaky for over a while.  so this post is late.

thursday night i hung with naggy.  he's hardcore, but i don't think he has the muster that i have.  in fact i know he doesn't.  but he's my boy anyway.

friday i basically went at it alone.  all them married friends had other things to do.  benefit of being single:  none of that crap.

drawback of being single: you go at it alone a lot.

saturday it was awesome marsha and i in the early part of the day.  we were miserable in the heat, but she got her first motorcycle ride of the year in.  the bonnie did not disappoint.

then later in the night it was awesome marsha, myself, my main man wildman, and the ninja.  for as far along as she is (pregnant) she was a trooper.  

wildman and i bought shirts that night. together.  because we are secretly gay.

and everyone had a good time.

roar on the shore is the best event ever.  yet another year that i was lucky enough to go!

sunday night awesome and i chilled like professionals.

great weekend!

Oh My

Big Dipper Is A Man Style Rider

Big Dipper and I rode our motorcycles to lunch at Bubba's.
His old man and one of his friends on leave from the military met up with us.
We reserved a table for 9 people, but all the other douchebags from work failed to show.
It was still a great party Friday.

We got back way late.  And as we rolled in like completely cool dudes...there was Stevilicous (our boss) and the head of HR standing in the parking lot.

Bummer.

I've never been about making good impressions, so when Big Dipper was concerned I told him "eff it."

Party Friday and motorcycles keep me going.

p.s.  I've enjoyed two nights of Roar on the Shore.  Tomorrow is the last day.  I can't wait to go.

Picnic

Yesterday....

Neil, Clark the King, Mossman, Stubby, and myself all hoofed it on the golf course.  It almost killed me.  Plus for the second game in a row I golfed without beer just to prove a point.  I suck more when there's no beer.

But we all still had a good time.

There was no hanging around afterwards, though.

Chrystal & Dave G. threw their annual cookout after golf, and it was a blast.
I, of course, was one of the first on the scene.
I was also once again the last to leave.

Tim G &Tammy, Bob & Laura, Clark the King, The Whole Wildfamily, Mossman & Bonnie, and Wildman's best man Tom were all present.

Tom was a riot.  Everyone loved that guy.

Bob ate everything he came across.

Alex was the man as always.

Tim G. and I did a beer run.

I did two ice runs.

Tom and I did a beer run.

I left around 12:40 AM and that was way too early.  But I think Dave G. & Chrystal had some "plans" if you know what I mean.  That Dave G. is an animal, you know.

Wonderful picnic!

You gotta roll with the punches
The sun is sinkin' low
You gotta roll with the punches
Honey, we ain't never goin' home


~WZ

Red Elvises

The Eight Great Tuesdays have always been awesome anytime I've been there.

The Red Elvises did not disappoint.

I got to hang with the Ninja for a while, and I can't lie...she was looking good.

She looked so good, I grabbed her mom's tookis.  Now that's pretty good.

Tonight was my first time even hearing about the Red Elvises.  They rocked.

So check them out sometime at:

http://www.redelvises.com/

If you see them in concert, you'll be so excited that you'll grab some body's tookis.

Happy Birthday, Darling.

Every day of my life I am thinking of you.

Love you,

Paul

Today came in the form of quality time with the Wildfamily, and Widlman's best friend Tom.
I wish there were more days like these.

matinee

i just picked up a copy of the above in the five dollar rack at wallyworld.  five bucks!

without a doubt, one of the best zombie movies.

great film.

and on youbertuber i watched the above.  probably one of the least known, but best zombie movies as well.  this one has all the hallmarks of bad movies.

guns that shoot more rounds than really possible, acting that is poor for the most part, continuity errors, cheesy special effects, and a real thin plot.

but it does have some hot 80's women in it.  hubba hubba.

***

Dude, Your Balls Are Showing

Hard to tell in the picture above, but these danglin' balls were actually broken off.

It's safe to say your truck has no balls, Dude.

The Gay-Raj

Going through the garage today, I realized I no longer knew what drawers of my tool chest had what in them.
Furthermore, my mind was blown by the amazing lot of goodies I had in my storage cabinets.
Where the hell did my memory go?

It seems like forever since I really spent time in the garage.  There's a lot of cleaning and organizing to do.
Guess it's time.

But wow.  I have a lot of cool things in that garage.  It's almost manly.

Wildman is a genius.  He knows where to find everything.
He told me where to find the oil filter for my bike, since Autozone doesn't seem to carry it any more.
Thanks Dude.

So, just a few days ago I changed the oil, but not the oil filter.

So in a little while....maybe a month, I'll change it again WITH the filter.

Just because I like playing in oil.  It's a slippery mess.

I'm a big fan of lube, y'all.

I had a real nice walk with the ninja today.  We walked on the beach, and like a total goof I wore sneakers.
Afterwards we walked around Waldameer for a bit.
It was nice to see her.

Then Wildman and I hit the streets briefly.  The Bonneville wasn't running very well at first, but pretty soon things were doing ok.
I'm glad I got some riding time in before Monday.  That's a special day.  Motorcycle riding day.  That's the perfect way to start that week...

...next week is the Roar On The Shore!  Oh yeah.

range: g27 test

the g27 is wonderful.  whole lotta punch in this bad boy, but recoil doesn't phase me.  bring it.

i was not fair to this gun at all.  i wanted to see what it could do.

so i bought my trusty blazer brass, and some other off brand in hollow points.  they were some sad looking hollowpoints.  some of the bullets weren't formed right.

so i mixed them randomly all in the same magazines.

and it worked without a flaw.

best part is, the feel of the gun is so natural to me that i wasn't even using the sights half the time, and i was dead on up to 50 yards.  dead on for me isn't sharp shooting, mind you.

at less than 20 yards i blew the bullseye out of the target.  i was using the sights then, though.

the pt709 will get fixed.  but i doubt i'll carry it much now that i have this little bulldog.

it was hot.  sweat was in my eyes when i took this picture.  no shade at all.

but when you're tearing up targets, it's all fun.

p.s.  took the bippy out too.  after shooting the g27, the bippy felt just fine.  i still have a red mark on my hand from it, though.

car show

wildman, amber, alex, big j, and myself hung out for a bit at a car show!

lotta sweet rides out there.

great time!

Oh Yeah.

I am a thief.

I blatantly steal pictures without permission.

And of course, I stole this beautiful picture just to make Rohn nervous.

My Random Thoughts About jupmode

1.) Facebook needs to do better than a 'like' button.  If they had a 'love' button, I'd be clicking that thing to no end on the jupmode website.  Because jupmode is lovable.

2.)  Do you like great deals?  Do you really?  jupmode has them.  So what on earth has kept you from buying  these great items?  If you really have never bought a shirt from jupmode...shame shame shame on you.

3.) Do you like quality?  For real?  jupmode is all about that.  Get some quality items at a great price.  You won't even flinch when the price tag shows itself.

4.)  "We'll make you look good." That is the slogan...and they mean it.

I have zero affiliation with jupmode.  So the only reason I rave about that company is it's a great one.

So do me a personal favor.  Head on over to jupmode.  Check them out. You can't go wrong, I promise you.

Convenient jupmode link right here ---> jupmode

(And c'mon admit it.  That's a hot picture I stole.  Hold your tongues in, dudes.)

Not Guilty

Well, now that she isn't going to be executed or die in prison, maybe she's available for babysitting.

***

FYI: She's from my hometown.

Oh My Lord,

She rode so sweetly.

Thank you, Bonnie.

The Ponds / The Range / I'm An Idiot

Willie and I hit the ponds today.  It was a nice start to the day, that's for sure...except that I reached a new low in my golf game.

Nothing felt right.

I started getting frustrated towards the end of the game, but I held back the urge to throw a temper tantrum.

The weather was beautiful though.  Perfect day for golf, regardless of how I played.

The well-beaten Rams.  They look like they have been through 20 seasons of golf.

Several people have told me that my game would improve with better clubs.

But I don't feel like looking for clubs, and I have had some good games (good for me) with these, so these beat up thangs ain't going anywhere for quite a while.

They've been through a lot.

Some memorable Ram-related events:

More Mudding

Second Par <--doubt I'll get any pars this year

Good Day

(I only wanted posts that pics of the Rams in them, and evidently I haven't gotten them in a picture for a long time.)

Below: The JHP is impressing the hell out of me.

Afterwards, I took the PT and the JHP out to the range.

Darn it to hell and back, the PT's problem was back.  It did it three times in fifty rounds.

The JHP operated flawlessly as it always has.  For less than 200.00, you can't seem to go wrong.

(Of course, there was the screw issue I had with it when I first got it, but hey...)

The anger was welling up inside of me over the PT.  It was really bothering me.

FIRST a bad game of golf, and NOW my carry piece is turning to poop.

I made a rash decision that I somewhat regret, but in a few days the shock over the flattened wallet will hopefully subside.

I purchased my first Glock.

After watching several videos online about Glocks, and reading a lot of reviews, I felt the G27 was what I would be happy with.  It's almost as concealable as the disabled PT, and it has a crap-ton more firepower.

More rounds, and it's a .40 S&W instead of a 9mm.  

Only sucky thing is, I have close to a thousand rounds of 9mm in the safe.

All the more reason to get the PT fixed, and back in action for some fun at the range.  So that's what I'll do.

But, sadly enough for the PT, the G27 is its replacement.

At least the holster I have fits, so I don't have to buy a new one.

***

Concealed carry is a privileged I take seriously.  I refuse to be without my piece, so long as I can have it.

However, I need to be more mindful of handing over cash like that.  Gonna be a real tight month.

He's My Brother

He's keeping it real.

Word.