I am an early-mid Boomer, born in 1949, and I was raised in a family of 7, led by a good fellow who could never land a "good" job. Mom, of course, never worked outside the home. Both parents were heavy smokers (Pall Mall), and "social drinkers," (an expression that refers to a high-functioning alcoholic). When I was born, we (parents and five kids) lived in subsidized housing in a deteriorating neighborhood that shortly after we left became all-Black. Our exit from that housing... Read more ..read more

i must get this out pf my word processor and this seems a convenient place to park it. my apologies for any inconvenience. Harry Mudd 4/15/2024 I am a polygamist , Or at least I thought I was. I had to find out the hard way: Polygamy is its own punishment I like hecklers. I like hecklers so much that I married several of them. One is right here tonight. stand up to get the clap for a change, darling. Marge 260 here never lets me out of her sight. She has been close by my side... Read more ..read more

Golfers are familiar with the term, "Swing Thoughts." Because hitting a golf ball consistently well is impossible, and because the only true way to LEARN the golf swing is when you are a kid, so that muscle memory will take over, we all basically suck. To one degree or another. Except for the people who were fortunate enough to learn as kids. Every time we go out on the course or to the range, striking the ball is slightly different. You can have a great session at the range before a... Read more ..read more

I was sitting in the hospital waiting room blankly staring at a tv airing “The Price is Right”. My wife was in surgery. I was super bummed. I could not help blaming myself for being here. It was my fault my wife was in here, after all. See, 2 weeks ago my wife had breast enhancement surgery and a vaginaplasty (to tighten it up). She was just supposed to get the boob enlargement surgery, but I managed to work out a package deal with the surgeon, Dr. Juan Suarez (though that is not his... Read more ..read more

It was 5:00 a.m. on a Saturday morning in Early April. My alarm clock was buzzing up a storm!! I was excited as hell, as today would be the day I have been waiting on for years. See, my old buddy, Batholomew Buckingham Beauregard Lee III (or “Big Dick” for short) was dying. As a result, he was giving away all his earthly possessions. When it came to me, old Big Dick wanted to give me his stash of 100 bars of gold bullion! “Please accept this token from me, Rod, as a testament to my love... Read more ..read more

There once was a women from wheeling who got a funny feeling so she laid on her back, spread open her crack, and pissed all over the ceiling ..read more

A SLOB CALLED BOB There was a boy called Bob, He was a big fat slob. He had a pizza for his dinner, And for his breakfast and his supper. He brushed his teeth with chocolate paste, Not a grain of sugar goes to waste. In his house a vegatable can not be seen, Not an apple or a carrot or a runner bean. That is why he is so big, And he is nicknamed “The Pig ..read more

Well sir, it wuz back in, ohhhh, twenty-sebenteen, I reckon, when I decided to strike out on my own to make my fame and fortune. I decided that I was a’gonna become a miner. I wuz gonna go out to Californeey and mine fer stupid!! And I dun up and did jest dat!! I hitched my old mule, Hillary, to ma old rickety wagon, loaded up ma gear, and headed west!!! When I arrived in Californeey I purchased me a claim fer a right high penny. But then the seller decided to throw in some pervert mining... Read more ..read more

I was dicking around in my garage, making a mental note on all the projects I need to finish, when my buddy, Billy Joe-Ray, rang me up. He asked me if I wanted to go to Panera with him. I said, “SHIT YEAH!!”. Then he replied that he was on his way to get me. Of course, I thought he said “Pantera”, as in going to the Pantera concert that night at Skull Bottom Amphitheater to see the new lineup, with Zakk Wilde on guitar. Imagine my surprise when we showed up at Panera Bread instead... Read more ..read more

Spring has sprung in the high deserts of Southern Arizona. The flowers of the genus Ambrosia are in full bloom painting the normally dull brown landscape with brilliant yellows, oranges, purples and pinks. The wildlife is very active also, taking advantage of the perfect weather and the usual Spring drive to reproduce and thrive. I have no fence on my hilltop home. This allows a wildlife corridor that is frequented by coyote, javelina, deer and bobcat. The feathered fauna also seems to like... Read more ..read more