Archive for April, 2014

Friday Monday Chuckle, 4-28-14

Posted in Friday Chuckles on April 28, 2014 by bofh69

Confucius say…

mosquitoH/T to JC.

Casey Mears is a bitch.

Posted in Sports on April 26, 2014 by bofh69

If NASCAR has any hair on their collective balls, they’ll tell Casey, “Don’t fuck with the bull, lest ye get the horns.” Call it good. No bullshit super secret probations, no point deductions and no suspensions. Hopefully a lesson learned by the young Mr. Mears.

Mears had that coming, and it was so sweet to see a driver actually ‘react’.

Rate the babe, 4-26-14

Posted in Rate the babe on April 26, 2014 by bofh69

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Poverty line.

Posted in Our Country, Politics on April 25, 2014 by bofh69

Poverty lineNo shit.

Stole it from Theo.

Rate the babe, 4-19-14

Posted in Rate the babe on April 19, 2014 by bofh69

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‘Rob the People to Pay for Bullshit’ Day.

Posted in Our Country, Politics on April 15, 2014 by bofh69

buck

You want a tax cut?

Posted in Our Country, Politics on April 14, 2014 by bofh69

tax cut

Friday Saturday Chuckle, 4-12-14

Posted in Family, Friday Chuckles on April 12, 2014 by bofh69

Because I am married to a blonde, and because it’s funny as hell:

blondcoStole the pic from Grouchy.

Rate the babe, 4-12-14

Posted in Rate the babe on April 12, 2014 by bofh69

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Perspective.

Posted in Our Country on April 10, 2014 by bofh69

You may have heard on the news about a Southern California man who was put under 72-hour psychiatric observation when it was found he owned 100 guns and allegedly had 100,000 rounds of ammunition stored in his home. The house also featured a secret escape tunnel. By Southern California standards, someone owning 100,000 rounds is considered “mentally unstable.”

In Michigan, he’d be called “The last white guy still living in Detroit.”

In Arizona, he’d be called “an avid gun collector.”

In Arkansas, he’d be called “a novice gun collector.”

In Utah, he’d be called “moderately well prepared,” but they’d probably reserve judgment until they made sure that he had a corresponding quantity of store food.

In Kansas, he’d be “A guy down the road you would want to have for a friend.”

In Montana, he’d be called “The neighborhood ‘Go-To’ guy.”

In Alabama, he’d be called “a likely gubernatorial candidate.”

In Georgia, he’d be called “an eligible bachelor.”

In North Carolina, Virginia, Mississippi, Tennessee, Kentucky and South Carolina he would be called ”a deer hunting buddy.”

And in Texas, he’d just be known as “Bubba, who’s a little short on ammo.”

H/T to Hippy Joe.