Angel the Early Years

When I was a little angel, I had a really nice bed covered in 

my favorite stuffed toys.

And every night, I'd say goodnight to my group 

and curl up in a sleeping bag on the floor next to the bed.

Why?

Because, for me to sleep on the bed,

some or all of the toys would have to go and I 

didn't want to hurt any of their feelings.

DragonBlasts: Who knew?

Dennis, Master of Leather Holsters, is also a blogger. He's been keeping this quiet, I just found out,  and now I'm telling you! He says he doesn't post very often, but he's got a wealth of posts archived.
From his header, "Ranting, Raving and breathing fire in support of our Right to keep and bear arms."
Sounds like some good stuff, huh? Okay, he's going in the blog roll on the right, but here's a link to help you get started.

Head on over, add your comments, support a Patriot's efforts to defend our 2nd Amendment Rights.

DragonBlasts

We suffer when we forget what we once knew

The mythical and delicious unipork

And if he had wings, he'd be a porkasus.

Meanwhile in Oklahoma

Male kangaroos have pouches, too

Just sit quietly and imagine the notes

Because all Longhorns are pussies.

~Proudly brought to you by a graduate

of the Texas A&M University System.

I did something kind of like that once

But it was more like a tripping full Gainer with a twist 

over a cat while tossing a butter knife in the sink.

Wirecutter: The Prodigy Years

My day summed up in one picture

Wirecutter strikes again!

I'm not cleaning it up

For engineers, lawyers, and those who love them

Wednesday Addams grows up

Okay, I'll just wait here while y'all go to your bunks.