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Tuesday, August 15, 2006, 01:05 PM - The Adventures of Jesse the Wonderpoodle
My first week at my new job was hard to get used to (working days). But after the first week I was realizing that that I could actually do stuff after work. It was a completely different concept being I had worked the night shift (5pm to 5am) for seven years and if I got time off from work, I was on the road heading back up north to where I grew up.

On the start of the third week I got transferred to the nightshift and at the end of the third week I got laid off again which kind of worked out because I was able to go to Canada on a fly in fishing trip which was great. On just about every cast we pulled in a walleye (about one to two pounds, the good eatin' ones).

We Fest was a blast this year, we had really cool neighbors all around us (which makes for a really good time). The one neighbors had what I call the power hour (nooner) every day at noon. Its taking a shot of beer every minute for an hour and those left in it at the end were the winners (I made it to the end every day).

One day I was over at one of the neighbors and ran out of beer, after rounding the corner back into our camp site I saw another one of our neighbors who was playing the washer game (it’s a game were you throw three 2.5 inch washers into three holes to score points). Well anyway he got the idea that if he took all his clothes off except for his cowboy hat and sandals that he’d be able to throw better. I rounded the corner saw that and turned right around saying “don’t need a beer that bad”.

Later that night about 3:30am I was sleeping in the box of my pickup when Beave (a sixteen year old who was camping with us for his first year at We Fest) abruptly woke me up by shaking my shoulder and saying “Jess, Jess wake up”. I snapped awake thinking that if some one was waking me up at that hour it was either that someone was ill and needed help or someone was stealing our coolers. I sprang up looking around for the trouble, he looks at me and excitedly said “I got laid”. I fell back into my pillow muttering “dude do you have any idea what time it is, can’t this what until morning” and went back to sleep.

I think we all know about the flashing for beads thing, well on the last night of the festival I was talking to a young lady and she had a nice set of beads so I asked her what I needed to do to get them (the more tuned I get the less modesty I have, to the point that if you met me when I was wild-n-crazy one night then ran into me about a week later when I was sober you’d swear it was two different people). She responded with what are you willing to do for them. I though for a moment and said what if I went streaking through the campground? She said do that and they’re yours! Alrighty then it’s a done deal. So I striped down to my shoes and went streaking, I rounded one corner and heard a lady say “is he naked”. Then I turned and darted down between two trailers and gathered my clothes. By this time the alcohol was taking affect (stumbling, blurry vision, slurred speech). I went back to get my beads then staggered over to my truck, crawled in the box got into my sleeping bag and tried to go to sleep.

But my episode gave the masses something to talk about and they all came over to get me drinken again. Eyes rolling back into my head barely conscious but they kept badgeren, then a young lady came up to the edge of my pickup and asked “are you the guy who was streaking through the camp ground”. I look at her and responded with a bearly legible speech saying “yeth that wus me”! She grabbed my sleeping bag and flung it open then quickly stepped back saying “it was you”! I look at her again and said I already told you that. They finally got me to get up and as I was standing in the back of my pickup trying to put my pants on (swaying like a tree in the wind). I ended up falling over the side, after that they let me go back to sleep.

Some of you may already know about my attempt at ridden in the rodeo. There isn’t much to tell. A few of the riders told me that the moment you sit on the bull the rest of the world goes away, you don’t hear anything except your heart trying to climb out your ears and the breathing of the bull. The only thing you see clearly is the bull who isn’t to awfully excited about you being on his back. They also said that you’ll nod every time no matter how wrong it fells. I was sitting on the bull trying to get seated right when I heard “aaarrreee yyoouuu rreeaaddyyy” like it was in slow motion. I nodded “yes” said “no”, the gate opened and in a blink of an eye I was spiting dirt.

My cousin who is 12 was riding in the junior bull rides when he came out of the chute he slide off to left of the bull (his rope was not tight enough) and the bull stepped on him. You have to were a protective vest while riding but the bull stepped on him in the arm pit and slide its foot under the vest clear down to his waist leaving him stiff and sore for a couple weeks.

Friday, August 11, 2006, 10:08 PM - Heroes
Three burglars tried a home invasion on Wednesday. Fortunately, the resident fought back, with a sword.

Something about this is making me laugh.

This guy is nicer than I am. If you burst into my house, one of us will have to be carried out in a bag. I'll do my best to make sure it's not me.

Friday, August 11, 2006, 08:33 AM - Heroes
The download link is suddenly invalid. is a new link.

Friday, August 11, 2006, 08:27 AM - Random
Here are 6 Camel radio ads from 1951. Which brand does your doctor smoke?

Tuesday, August 8, 2006, 04:11 PM - Heroes
SFC (ret) Joseph, LTC Randolph C. White Jr. delivers the graduation speech for the newest batch of Infantrymen to complete training at Ft. Benning, Georgia, on April 21st, 2006.

via Xavier

Tuesday, August 8, 2006, 08:08 AM - General
For some reason, I'm having problems connecting to this site when I try with Firefox. IE is no problem.


Cleared the cache, the cookies, and the form data, and now it works. Yippee.

Monday, August 7, 2006, 11:41 AM - Wimps
Right now, I'm hunting. I'm hunting s***head. There's a certain scriptkiddy that thought he covered his tracks well, but he was wrong. I'm tracking him across the country, and when I find him, I'll be contacting his a)ISP, b)local police, and c)parents.

A. He'll lose his internet access, at least temporarily.

B. He committed a felony by destroying my records. He did it across state lines, so maybe it's Federal.

C. He'll at least get grounded. I've read dozens of his conversations across the internet, from script-kiddy sites to graphic design sites. He sounds like a kid, he types like a kid, and he needs a spanking like a kid.

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