Books. Bikes. Boomsticks.
Mind the sword, mind the people watch, mind the enemy...too many mind. No mind.
It's too late. They walk among us.
Looks like somebody had one acid trip too many.
Gott in Himmel!
um, if he's trying to turn me on, it's working.
That's some annoying shit right there. I wanted to reach through cyber space and backhand the loon!
Love the blog Tam. Thanks for the link. We hope to see you folks visiting more often. I think the ladies here will prefer to visit on Mondays... that's when our one female contributing editor posts what she likes to call "Man Meat Monday". Your male readers would definitely prefer Tuesdays.Do you know Nicki? I assume you do due to your mutual love of firearms.
Interesting, isn't it, that this person is still running free, what with Chimpy McHaliburton's New Nazi America and all...
How exactly do you propose walling of Mass and Southern Maine? Them nutters grow wild 'round here? (I was driving through Cambridge the other day and was AMAZED how many multi-million dollar mansions have Obama signs on the front lawn. That's like a Pig with a "Bacon for Breakfast" sign!)Just a quick stroll through harvard square on a warm day you'll be able to catch your bag limet!
Sniper, Tam and I don't know one another, but I see we have a mutual friend in Oleg Volk.
There's batshit crazy and there's Moobatshit craAAAazy. I can't believe those books behind him are anything more than his total Barbara Cartland collection...
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