I love writing. Especially words. But it’s tough to keep up with my Pickle Ninja blog. And I do admit to neglecting my blog. But I do NOT admit to beglecting my nog. (You rock, Lewis Carroll.). My nog is just fine, thank you. I haven’t beglected my nog it in YEARS! Well . . . This lack of neglection (or knack for reelection; or predilection for neglect) should be evident. (Someone in Denver might be smiling right now. One can be an artful dodger, but to be an artful Dodgson is a Wonder indeed.) I will proceed . . … Continue reading This is how I roll . . .
The gas station as I recall it was perennially garnished with long-haired hippy teens milling about in platform shoes or flat, canvas sneakers and plaid pants or torn jeans and castoff army shirts . . . Continue reading Part II – South Range Was The Greatest Place On Earth
Better get comfortable . . . this could get loud Continue reading Part I – South Range Was The Greatest Place On Earth
In my real life, I help slaughterhouses increase efficiencies on high-speed killing floors. I’m just coming back from an outfit in Australia . . . Continue reading Peanuts and Douchebags
Are you on any types of medication including blood thinners, anti-psychotics, or breath mints? Continue reading How Not To Sell a Subaru to a Marine
Good taste and common sense prohibit one from owning any jean brands with . . . Continue reading American Jean Pool
Quiet. No energy. Usually unconscious. I just realized something: I dated my cat in college. Continue reading My Cat The Senator
Incidentally, “There you go” is the best concluding argument ever devised, followed closely by “whatever.” Continue reading I Had No Choice . . .