THE FUCKIN' DOCTOR
I'M GOING TO HELL...
... in a Handbasket, check it out! that's right, just click to enrage
that top image, there, for some closer scrutiny. okay, so, this mor-
ning I emptied out my Secret Weapon, and, whadda ya know, I
found enough images stashed to do a Big Blog about... me?? yup.
like most people who get around some, I run into an assortment
of strange events, places, people or things... and, I try to get it on
film, whenever possible. I try to never pass up a genuine photo op,
ya know it? okay, so strap on in, campers, this oughtta be fun this
morning... and, maybe you'll get some idea of what it's like to walk
a mile (or, several hundred) in my shoes. come on, grab a snack, a
beverage, and a baseball bat... and, hey... let's take a little scroll...
now, February is one fucked up month. yup. first of all, it's real
short. then, there's Leap Year. oh, and there's two of the 29th....
... either of which is a good day to visit Wal-Mart... unless, of
course it's this Dirty Wal-Mart. worse yet, a Stinky Wal-Mart...
... but, even a Stinky Wal-Mart has a good variety of merchandise.
I call this shot, "Terms of Entrapment". it's a cake topper, poor sap.
the last time I went, I got this swell Hand Job Towel Set...
... but, I passed up on the Red Ryder BB Gun. too dan-
gerous, ya know. you'll shoot your eyes out, and stuff...
... and, on the way out, I saw this fabulous bit of machinery.
this Fucktard has got his very own Short Bus. the bastard.
I was able to sneak a Fucktard Sticker onto the bumper.
sometimes, I bring home Margie Margarita Mix.
now, don't get it mixed up with this Margie Mix...
... who just happens to live in Savannah. someday, I'll have
time to stop and visit, but I was behind schedule on this trip...
... 'cause I had to get here, where they like to keep the
Big Fucking Sombrero... and, I do mean it's big. yup.
now, I have to admit, occasionally I can get confused whilst
I'm operating a motor vehicle on the Interstate Highway...
... like that time I wound up near Fred Fucking Flintstone...
... or, the time I accidentally smelled the Smell Factory...
... but, most of the time, I just hang out on roofs like this one.
once in a while, strange things happen on roofs. like the day when
this giant grasshopper flew up and landed on a business associate...
... that fuckin' freaked me out but good, ya know it?
so, I jumped right into my trusty Doctormobile...
... and, grabbed some adult potables to take home and relax with.
yes, Yeti hits the spot. it's the Beer that made Katmandu famous.
only thing is, when I drink, I get really, really stupid. yup.
just check out this ridiculous Quasimoto impersonation...
... and, sometimes, I leave stuff where it shouldn't be.
this was in my freezer one morning when I woke up...
... you guys ever play "William Tell" using kitchen items?
I call this dish, "Too Much Fuckin' Chicken". click on it to see why.
... and, this? hey, I don't even know what I
could have been thinking about at the time.
ah, but this was fun to make...
... adios. stay safe out there.
last week's Big Blog
I'M GOING TO HELL...
... in a Handbasket, check it out! that's right, just click to enrage
that top image, there, for some closer scrutiny. okay, so, this mor-
ning I emptied out my Secret Weapon, and, whadda ya know, I
found enough images stashed to do a Big Blog about... me?? yup.
like most people who get around some, I run into an assortment
of strange events, places, people or things... and, I try to get it on
film, whenever possible. I try to never pass up a genuine photo op,
ya know it? okay, so strap on in, campers, this oughtta be fun this
morning... and, maybe you'll get some idea of what it's like to walk
a mile (or, several hundred) in my shoes. come on, grab a snack, a
beverage, and a baseball bat... and, hey... let's take a little scroll...
now, February is one fucked up month. yup. first of all, it's real
short. then, there's Leap Year. oh, and there's two of the 29th....
... either of which is a good day to visit Wal-Mart... unless, of
course it's this Dirty Wal-Mart. worse yet, a Stinky Wal-Mart...
... but, even a Stinky Wal-Mart has a good variety of merchandise.
I call this shot, "Terms of Entrapment". it's a cake topper, poor sap.
the last time I went, I got this swell Hand Job Towel Set...
... but, I passed up on the Red Ryder BB Gun. too dan-
gerous, ya know. you'll shoot your eyes out, and stuff...
... and, on the way out, I saw this fabulous bit of machinery.
this Fucktard has got his very own Short Bus. the bastard.
I was able to sneak a Fucktard Sticker onto the bumper.
sometimes, I bring home Margie Margarita Mix.
now, don't get it mixed up with this Margie Mix...
... who just happens to live in Savannah. someday, I'll have
time to stop and visit, but I was behind schedule on this trip...
... 'cause I had to get here, where they like to keep the
Big Fucking Sombrero... and, I do mean it's big. yup.
now, I have to admit, occasionally I can get confused whilst
I'm operating a motor vehicle on the Interstate Highway...
... like that time I wound up near Fred Fucking Flintstone...
... or, the time I accidentally smelled the Smell Factory...
... but, most of the time, I just hang out on roofs like this one.
once in a while, strange things happen on roofs. like the day when
this giant grasshopper flew up and landed on a business associate...
... that fuckin' freaked me out but good, ya know it?
so, I jumped right into my trusty Doctormobile...
... and, grabbed some adult potables to take home and relax with.
yes, Yeti hits the spot. it's the Beer that made Katmandu famous.
only thing is, when I drink, I get really, really stupid. yup.
just check out this ridiculous Quasimoto impersonation...
... and, sometimes, I leave stuff where it shouldn't be.
this was in my freezer one morning when I woke up...
... you guys ever play "William Tell" using kitchen items?
I call this dish, "Too Much Fuckin' Chicken". click on it to see why.
... and, this? hey, I don't even know what I
could have been thinking about at the time.
ah, but this was fun to make...
... adios. stay safe out there.
last week's Big Blog
I'M GOING TO HELL...
... in a Handbasket, check it out! that's right, just click to enrage
that top image, there, for some closer scrutiny. okay, so, this mor-
ning I emptied out my Secret Weapon, and, whadda ya know, I
found enough images stashed to do a Big Blog about... me?? yup.
like most people who get around some, I run into an assortment
of strange events, places, people or things... and, I try to get it on
film, whenever possible. I try to never pass up a genuine photo op,
ya know it? okay, so strap on in, campers, this oughtta be fun this
morning... and, maybe you'll get some idea of what it's like to walk
a mile (or, several hundred) in my shoes. come on, grab a snack, a
beverage, and a baseball bat... and, hey... let's take a little scroll...
now, February is one fucked up month. yup. first of all, it's real
short. then, there's Leap Year. oh, and there's two of the 29th....
... either of which is a good day to visit Wal-Mart... unless, of
course it's this Dirty Wal-Mart. worse yet, a Stinky Wal-Mart...
... but, even a Stinky Wal-Mart has a good variety of merchandise.
I call this shot, "Terms of Entrapment". it's a cake topper, poor sap.
the last time I went, I got this swell Hand Job Towel Set...
... but, I passed up on the Red Ryder BB Gun. too dan-
gerous, ya know. you'll shoot your eyes out, and stuff...
... and, on the way out, I saw this fabulous bit of machinery.
this Fucktard has got his very own Short Bus. the bastard.
I was able to sneak a Fucktard Sticker onto the bumper.
sometimes, I bring home
now, don't get it mixed up with this Margie Mix...
... who just happens to live in Savannah. someday, I'll have
time to stop and visit, but I was behind schedule on this trip...
... 'cause I had to get here, where they like to keep the
Big Fucking Sombrero... and, I do mean it's big. yup.
now, I have to admit, occasionally I can get confused whilst
I'm operating a motor vehicle on the Interstate Highway...
... like that time I wound up near Fred Fucking Flintstone...
... or, the time I accidentally smelled the Smell Factory...
... but, most of the time, I just hang out on roofs like this one.
once in a while, strange things happen on roofs. like the day when
this giant grasshopper flew up and landed on a business associate...
... that fuckin' freaked me out but good, ya know it?
so, I jumped right into my trusty Doctormobile...
... and, grabbed some adult potables to take home and relax with.
yes, Yeti hits the spot. it's the Beer that made Katmandu famous.
only thing is, when I drink, I get really, really stupid. yup.
just check out this ridiculous Quasimoto impersonation...
... and, sometimes, I leave stuff where it shouldn't be.
this was in my freezer one morning when I woke up...
... you guys ever play "William Tell" using kitchen items?
I call this dish, "Too Much Fuckin' Chicken". click on it to see why.
... and, this? hey, I don't even know what I
could have been thinking about at the time.
ah, but this was fun to make...
... adios. stay safe out there.
last week's Big Blog
expunged by doctor chip @ 7:16 AM
4 Comments:
Thanks for the trip through Dr Chip's day. You may want to bleach that shtein on the last pic ;)
ohhh I was thinkin' some Visine, mabe...
B-)
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LOL. That first exit sign on 'ye Old I-95 (love that song by the way)... you were so close, you could have easily smelled my panties hanging out on the clothesline.
But 'ya had to go South of the Border to pick up some illegal in MD cluster mortal bombs, hey? Well - can't blame 'ya fer that.
Margiemix - that's exactly where the nickname came from. Truth be told - get a frozen concentrate Limeade in your freezer section. Slap that in a pitcher with two cans water and the third can filled to the brim with Monte Alban.
Yup, and the Margaritaville topper salt is the shit.
The worm likes it this way. =OP
Hammer, I go through MORE BLEACH than one could possibly imagine.
every week.
odd, you mention it that way, too... I almost called this post, "A Day in the Life".
yup.
B-)
nice recipe, Margie!
if I would've had time, or half a brain, I would have emailed you before I passed through there...
... but, it was was it was, I had to go to Alabama, then Florida, then Baltimore, then to Chicago and back to Baltimore... in about 2 and 1/2 weeks... what a Road-Trip. my work life is constantly fucked up, and I had a chance to take care of some personal business, get my teeth fixed, and visit some good (and old) aqquaintences, all in one fell swoop (love that word, "swoop")... whilst I had a three week lay-over between jobs. opportunity knocks, and all... next time, I'll email ya before-hand, hopefully get a chance to meet you, Gon and Squirt face to face!
yup!
B-)
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