The Not Happy Thread

I've understood it's actually quite comfortable for a man to be out and about in combat sports briefs.

I can think of a few things that make thongs tactical (even if they weren't marketed as such). If you pull your pants on in a hurry, thongs are the only panties that require no re-arranging, thus cut a few seconds off from your morning routine. Now, sadly, I haven't managed to convince T to wear thongs, but we'll see, we'll see...
Also, if you needed an improvized sling shot to take down your enemy...

 

Must be this: http://www.kotulas.com/images/product/2000x2000/294/29447_2000x2000.jpg

But I bet no one here has ever had a slice of tactical bacon!

 

Good news everybody! My doctor isn't happy with the progress on my throat and is sending me to get an EGD to make sure I don't have lesions in my esophagus or ulcers in my stomach. How I love having a camera stuck down my throat!

 

Easter is this weekend. That means it's time for my spring bath. I hate bathing.

 

Good lord wash that Louisiana swamp butt. You probably won't have to take off your underwear for your bath, it has already dissolved.

 

No worries, it'll be winter again soon.

 

Here in Kentucky it was 80+ degrees and summer like Monday, and then 25 degrees and snowing Tuesday. Seriously.

 

What the heck is underwear?

 

A kevlar jock strap maybe?

 

I think of it more as a gun holster.

 

If you say so, but who is over it?

 

I'm not exactly having writer's block. I think I can solve the problem by starting with the conversations that establish hierarchy, but first I need to let the last draft rot under a mulch pile for a few days. Hopefully I can get the kitchen scrubbed in the meantime, but I'm bored.

 

Wear a hazmat suit. The rest of us will thank you.

 

So I arrive at the parking lot of my job this morning. I'm there to give biannual TB skin tests to the Medics that have a monthly continuing education meeting in the Catholic Church across from the fire station. They use the meeting room at the church.

I was late so I didn't put the beer away that was in the back of my Outback from the grocery store last night. The parking lot has a bit of a slope, I open the back hatch and out roll 4 bottles of beer, two of them shattering, one rolling down the parking lot. Beer splashes on my pants.

Holy moly. It's 9am. I smell like a brewery. I have to pick up the glass and chase one bottle down the hill. I shove the broken glass, spilling beer and all into the back of the car, throw the towel that I use for the dogs over it and go in to give injections reeking of beer.

Fortunately Medics have a sense of humor.

 

Just think if you got pulled over for speeding and had to tell that story to the policeman.

 

What kind of beer?

 

Not something I would worry about since I hadn't drank any of the beer and I could show the broken bottles.

 

Trippel Belgian Ale. It's good stuff.

 

A little hoppy for me, but to each their own!

 

No it's the other way around. This is one of the few ales that aren't hoppy.

 

I guess you can guess how much I don't care for hops

 

He hates hops so much that he hates the Easter Bunny.

 

I hated the Easter Bunny. I used to have nightmares of a demonic Easter Bunny chasing after me wanting to devour my soul. Didn't help matters when I read about THIS:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bunny_Man