How about some of this in your Cocoa for a Peppermint Patty that will knock your socks off...
http://images.quickblogcast.com/9/5/.../RMPT.jpg?a=49
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How about some of this in your Cocoa for a Peppermint Patty that will knock your socks off...
http://images.quickblogcast.com/9/5/.../RMPT.jpg?a=49
a few swigs and I won't need my coat or hat while i'm shoveling!
We just have this, but it's Mike's and he doesn't drink, so I'm sure he'd give it up to have someone else do the shoveling.http://www.drinkhacker.com/wp-conten...noff-vodka.jpg
how long is your driveway? got any mixers?
where the hell is that devil face emoticon?
oh well, insert devil face emoticon here.
not many neighbors by me. I doubt the deer and the trees care. however, the coyotes might laugh a bit!
yea that one
and maybe the squirrels....
http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WYmedWkXk0...side-naked.jpg
OY VEY!!!! Give me some more Peppermint Patty's STAT!!!! oh... and a cheeseburger... and a corn dog... and some mustard... and a Glock.... btw... I love the title of this picture... "unusual buck pole".... lolololol! I'd like to see a stripper do something with that "pole".... HAH..... "Meat... meet meat"... quite the unusual "meet and greet" that would prove to be....
beware of splinters and slivers
That's what I told my girlfriend who was dating a guy with trouble, you know... getting.... anyway.... I told her to grab two popsicle sticks and a rubber band and hope for the best... that was the best "woody" she was gonna get outta that yutz... "Watch out for the splinters and slivers!!!! Lay back and think of England" LOL!
So... I'm sitting in a Hotel Bar tonight... I used to work there... having a friendly cocktail with friends... as you do... I picked up my "Packer Purse" (don't ask) and was looking for something when the asshat next to me saw the Pack logo on my "purse" and piped up... "Pack Huh"... I ignored.. He didn't... not receiving a response he then said, in a much louder tone of voice, "PACK HUH".... I still ignored... He then shouted "GO STEELERS"... I didn't miss a beat... looked him in the eye and said "Suck my dick".... his friends burst out in laughter, offender male recoiled, mission accomplished...that may sound uneventful or banal... but... let me tell you, it sure as hell shut that POS up.... I love it when Alpha Females meet Beta Males.... Men don't know what to say when you throw out the "Dick" card... hahahahaaha! ... GO PACK GO!!!
My hands smell like pickles. Discuss
so...you've been tickling your pickle.
A guy's got to have some entertainment after the Super Bowl.
February 7, 2011
J. Paul Getty III, 54, Dies; Had Ear Cut Off by Captors
By BRUCE WEBER
J. Paul Getty III, who was a grandson of the oil baron once believed to be the richest man in the world and who achieved tragic notoriety in 1973 when he was kidnapped by Italian gangsters, died Saturday at his home near London. He was 54.
His son, the actor Balthazar Getty, confirmed the death in a statement relayed in an e-mail from Laura Hozempa, one of his agents. Mr. Getty had been wheelchair-bound since 1981, when a drug overdose caused him to have a stroke that left him severely paralyzed, unable to speak and partly blind.
At the time of his abduction, Mr. Getty was just 16 and living on his own in Rome, where his father, J. Paul Getty II, had, for a time, helped oversee the family’s Italian business interests.
Expelled from a private school, the young Mr. Getty was living a bohemian life, frequenting nightclubs, taking part in left-wing demonstrations and reportedly earning a living making jewelry, selling paintings and acting as an extra in movies. He disappeared on July 10, 1973, and two days later his mother, Gail Harris, received a ransom request. No longer married, she said she had little money.
“Get it from London,” she was reportedly told over the phone, a reference either to her former father-in-law, J. Paul Getty, the billionaire founder of the Getty Oil Company, or her former husband, who lived in England.
The amount demanded was about $17 million, but the police were initially skeptical of the kidnapping claim; even after Ms. Harris received a plaintive four-page letter from her son, and a subsequent phone call in which a man saying he was a kidnapper offered to send her a severed finger as proof he was still alive. Investigators suspected a possible hoax or an attempt by the young Mr. Getty to squeeze some money from his notoriously penurious relatives.
“Dear Mummy,” his note began, “Since Monday I have fallen into the hands of kidnappers. Don’t let me be killed.”
The eldest Mr. Getty refused to pay the kidnappers anything, declaring that he had 14 grandchildren and “If I pay one penny now, I’ll have 14 kidnapped grandchildren.” His son said he could not afford to pay.
Three months after the abduction, the kidnappers, who turned out to be Calabrian bandits with a possible connection to organized crime, cut off Mr. Getty’s ear and mailed it, along with a lock of his hair, to a Roman newspaper. Photographs of the maimed Mr. Getty, along with a letter in which he pleaded with his family to pay his captors, subsequently appeared in another newspaper. Eventually the kidnappers reduced their demands to around $3 million. According to the 1995 book, “Painfully Rich: The Outrageous Fortune and Misfortunes of the Heirs of J. Paul Getty” by John Pearson, the eldest Mr. Getty paid $2.2 million, the maximum that his accountants said would be tax deductible. The boy’s father paid the rest, though he had borrow it from his father — at 4 percent interest.
The teenager, malnourished, bruised and missing an ear, was released on Dec. 15; he was found at an abandoned service station, shivering in a driving rainstorm. Nine men eventually were arrested. Two were convicted and sent to prison; the others, including the man prosecutors said was the head of the Calabrian Mafia and the mastermind behind the abduction, were acquitted for lack of evidence.
The aftermath of the ordeal left Mr. Getty as a reckless personality; the year after his release he married a German photographer whose name has been variously reported as Gisela Zacher and Martine Zacher. They lived for a time in New York, where they consorted with the downtown art crowd of Andy Warhol. Mr. Getty became a drug user and a heavy drinker, reportedly becoming addicted to cocaine and heroin. His grandfather had died in 1976, and after his overdose, he sued his father for $28,000 a month to pay for his medical needs.
Mr. Getty’s marriage ended in divorce. Beside his son, survivors include his mother, who cared for him after his stroke; a brother, Mark; two sisters, Aileen and Ariadne; a stepdaughter, Anna Getty, and six grandchildren and stepgrandchildren.
Some time after Mr. Getty’s release, his mother suggested he call his grandfather to thank him for paying the ransom, which he did. The eldest Mr. Getty declined to come to the phone.
Let go of your pickle.