Monday, November 29, 2010
Friday, October 22, 2010
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Hawaiian Breakfast Jew
My new morning brew. The Hawaiian Breakfast Jew.What you'll need:
Hebrew National Hot Dogs(original, not reduced fat)
Large Eggs
Buns
Shredded cheese
Butter
Salt n' Pepper
Grill(bbq) hotdog or fry in pan with butter. Fry egg in butter until over medium. Salt n' pepper egg while in pan after the flip. Open hotdog bun and place in buttery pan until golden brown on outside. Once cooked, place dog on top of egg in bun and add cheese. Serve with rice, grapes and pineapple.
For a "Guilty" Hawaiian Breakfast Jew, wrap dog in bacon. Enjoy!
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Friday, August 27, 2010
She runs!
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Tuesday, August 03, 2010
Friday, July 16, 2010
Llama
Sunday, March 07, 2010
Missing In Action.
Monday, December 14, 2009
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Friday, October 30, 2009
Samhain
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Sunday, October 04, 2009
Friday, October 02, 2009
Riv Trippin'
Met up with Ryan and Emily at the River for a four day tour. Aside from the wind it was fun as hell. We found out the coons live in the docks and saw wild donkeys across the water. I watched the Hoff's play some golf and they watched me catch a shit load of fish. I think the count was around 7 or 8 bass and 2 catfish(hooked 3, one got loose), all within a couple hours. Fish are no match for me, it's pretty much a done deal. Emily got a bass up by the dam, but Pistol had no luck all week so he decided to dog out the standup like it was his 5.0 from yesteryear. Bitchin' trip to end the summer. I can feel Fall settling in.















Thursday, September 24, 2009
Der Poetry
I never drive thru-
Except when I do,
But you can bet your bottom dollar
And a diamond studded collar-
Der Wienerschnitzel is where I stop
When my tummy starts to holler!
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Nothing compares.
Last weekend was by far one of the best trips yet. Thanks to the Harper boys for being without a doubt the classiest fellas around. And thank you for insisting I take the Schiada's for a spin. Marty's 20 rides like a Caddy. A blown, fuel injected Caddy that I got up to 90 mph. Steve's 71 flatty not only scared the shit out of me, it gave me an idea of what mine is going to feel like. There isn't anything that compares. It really lit a fire under my ass to get my 68 on the water. I can't wait.
Steve took us out, did a pass, and I jumped behind the wheel up by Echo. Fun!
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