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Gun Nuts Evyl Holsters

February 9th, 2010 | No Comments | Posted in my friends, Pass the ammo, webstuff

My friend Michael will be on Gun Nuts Radio tonight talking about his custom holsters from The Holster Site.  Be there!

One door closes…

January 17th, 2010 | No Comments | Posted in my friends, Pass the ammo

My friend Michael just got laid off from his job, which really sucks.  I’ve been laid off and fired before and it’s never a good feeling, especially being laid off.  You work, do a good job, and get let go for no other reason that “Well, we are doing cutbacks.”

Fortunately, when one door closes God opens another and he now has a few irons in the fire as to what he should do next. One of them is expanding his part time holster making and going full time with it.  So, I ask you with sincere honesty, if you need a holster or know someone who does, please go to his site and order one from him.  It is my deepest desire that he is so busy making holsters and other leather goods (belts, BOOTS… hint, hint..) that it becomes a full time job for him and he doesn’t have time to get another job.

His work is all custom and he can do it however you would like it to be done.  He has examples up on his website so go take a look and, if you need, give him something to keep his hands busy.

God Bless you Sharon

April 23rd, 2009 | No Comments | Posted in my friends

Recently a good friend that I met on the internet passed away and now it is time for those of us who knew her to say goodbye. I have always believed that there is a better place for us after this life is over and when we cry at funerals it is not because we are sad that they have gone home, it is because we have been left behind to carry on without them.

Come help us celebrate the life of Sharon McCreery!
All who loved Sharon are welcome.

sharon

When: May 2, 2009 2:00-4:00pm
Where: 9100 Martin Rd. Roswell,GA
(steep driveway-get ready to walk!)
Refreshments and appetizers will be provided
Please RSVP to Janetta McCreery
(678) 977-2933 or jmccreery@gmail.com

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Funeral Blues

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message She is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

She was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

— W.H. Auden

God be with Paul and his family at this time.

What happens when you cross a Nigerian scam with an English teacher?

March 9th, 2009 | 1 Comment | Posted in my friends, People are Stupid

It ends up looking something like this

Get in touch with us immediately so that we will (add “be able to”) advise you on what next to do to avoid getting yourself in a very dip (this word makes no sense here; perhaps you meant “deep”?  If so, again, it is unprofessionally colloquial–revise) problem that you will live to regret (threats are so IRS–revise). Note that we are working for the interest of the whole world which means for your good and for the good of the rest of the world (this sounds incredibly wimpy; especially if you are attempting to maintain an intimidating tone).

Go read the whole thing, but watch the grammar in the comments section or you too may be subjected to the “RED PEN OF SEVERE DISPLEASURE

Now I just need a catch phrase like “SPOON!”

February 13th, 2009 | 2 Comments | Posted in crappy art, my friends, webstuff

What can I say, I’m a follower

Happy Birthday, Jerry

October 24th, 2008 | 4 Comments | Posted in my friends

I miss you, man.

We’ll have that drink one day in a far, far better place than here.