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Red Meat, Guns, Gambling and Women.
It has been quite a week. Bill, Matt, Rob, Tina and myself went to P.T.'s. One of the better strip clubs in town. A good time was had by all. Even when the DJ tried to get Tina to get on stage and dance. He got the whole crowd to cheer her on but she stuck to her guns and would have no part of it. She gracefully declined.
So I'm sitting at one of the stages and this stripper proceeds to put her legs over my shoulders and sits on my chest/gut. She starts talking to me, she says she likes that I had a big grin on my face. (Those who know me know that I smile alot. I can't really help it. I tend to smile especially if I am a little nervous.) She then tells me that I'm comfortable to sit on.
The next time they rotated the strippers, I noticed this Nordic Goddess on another stage. She was blonde and was 6'1" tall and she was wearing 4" heels. She stood well over my 6'3" frame. So, I had to go to her stage. She is the kind of girl that could hurt a man, especially a small one. I don't normally go for the couch dances but I figured I was on vacation and should pamper myself a little. Suffice it to say that she was a talented young lady.
Today, I'm heading out to wide, wide Dixie Highway to see Tina play Barbie at a Wal-Mart. It should be fun. I'll also probably go down to the St James Craft Show.
Good Night, Good Morning, whatever.
MrQuick 6:40 AM
Thursday I went to Ceasar's Indiana. The big riverboat casino near Elizabeth, Indiana. I won probably about $70 but the I lost about $110. For those who have poor math skills... I lost $40. Which is not bad for a day of free drinks and fun.
This vacation has been pretty good so far. I have had done something pretty decent everyday. Monday, I vegetated all day and then cooked a fat steak over at friends cookout. Tuesday, I got a few things accomplished and I watched a movie I was wanting to see. Wednesday, I went and shot firearms. Yesterday, I went gambling. So far I have a good start on the traditional "Man's Ruin". Meat, Guns, Gambling... The only thing I can see following this progression is... Girls. So it looks like a few friends and I will probably be going to a nudie bar tonight.
I'm not sure what I'm doing Saturday.
BTW... I posted the new Friday Lunch and I have updated the Breast Augmentation Study.
Good Night, Good Morning, whatever.
MrQuick 6:56 AM
So today I went to the gun range at Knob Creek.
There is something about shooting a firearm that makes everything right in the world. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a gun nut. Even though calling someone a "gun nut" is not an insult to my group of friends. I really don't know what it is. There is an incredible feeling of satisfaction to sliding the ammunition in to the weapon. Pulling back the hammer until it clicks or pulling the slide and the sharp noise the slide makes when it snaps back in place. The weapon in your hand is deadly and one squeeze of the trigger sets everything in motion.
Its a very visceral sensation. When you fire the weapon there is an explosion at the end of your arm that will have your ears ringing if you don't have protection. You feel the sound through your body. At the same time, you feel the kick of the weapon. Depending on the gun, this will either be no big deal or it could actually sting. A while back I shot my 12 gauge shot gun and didn't have the butt up against my shoulder. I had a bruise for a week, when the weapon kicked back and slammed into me. On occasion, I even feel gunpowder hit my face and arms.
This is not completely a guy thing. I have know several women who have gone with the "guys" out to Knob Creek to shoot. Most of them really seemed to get a kick out of it. To make it more fun we usually bring fun stuff to shoot. Stuffed animals with cans of spraypaint inside. Bottles of paint. I posted a picture of a VCR we filled with lead.
Now I just need to decide if I want to clean my gun on my front porch.... probably a bad idea.
Good Night, Good Morning, whatever.
MrQuick 6:08 AM
I little while back I bought a car from my Mom for $800. Its 1990 Olds Delta 88 Royale. My Mom lives in small town in Indiana and I live here in Louisville,KY.
From past experiences, I have been ass-raped by county governments in Kentucky. It seems like everytime I buy a car something happens where I have to spend hundreds of dollars more than I expected to get my vehicle licensed. For example, I bought a car in Indiana when I was living there and a couple of months later I moved to Richmond, KY. In Indiana, you only have to pay sales tax on the difference between the trade-in and the new car. (newcar is $6,000 - trade-in $2000 = pay taxes on $4,000) Sales tax in Indiana is 5%. When I went to get my car licensed in KY. I had to pay the sales tax that KY charges minus what I already paid in Indiana. Kentucky has a 6% sales tax. So I had to pay sales tax on the $2000 plus the extra one percent for the whole car. Normally when you buy a new car the dealer usually figures this in to the loan and its part of your normal car payment. I don't remember the exact numbers but I believe I spent over 600 dollars to get the car licensed.
Back to the present, the plates on my Mom's car hadn't expired yet so I put it off until the last minute. I just didn't want to part with the cash.
I go into the License Branch pretty certain I'll be lucky to only have to pay $250. Because I have lived in some states where they don't tax you by the amount you pay for the car but by the amount the car is worth. The lady starts processing the paper work and she writes down that the car is worth around $3600. I about shit. I know I'm going to get ass-raped again. BUT, that is when I found out that Kentucky has a law that if the title transfer is from parent to child there are NO TAXES.
I jumped up and did a happy dance right there in the middle of the License Branch. I was able to get the title transfer and get new plates for only $17.
I *sniff* am so *sigh* happy.
MrQuick 9:51 PM
There once was a man from Nantucket...
I have never been able to appreciate poetry. In the Written Word section, I have posted some poems from some friends of mine. Actually they have been there for a long time. I don't know if they are good poems. If I had to take a guess I would probably say that they were not good poems, but I liked them. I liked them because they made me laugh or because I could see the writer's personality in the poem.
Every once in a long while someone I don't know will send me a poem and even though they don't always ask, they imply that I should post the poem. It usually some angst ridden bit of tripe. Again I feel the need to point out that I don't like poetry. I would rather read a story. Fiction, non-fiction, it doesn't matter. It's weird, I guess. I can give a book 2 or 3 chapters before I would even consider not finishing it. But a poem... if I'm not into it by the 1st stanza, I am gone.
I'm not sure what this says about me or why I even brought up the subject. If I had to take a guess, it would be that its after 7AM and I'm a little slap happy.
OH, shit! I almost forgot. The Mag Bar was closed last night to do some work on the plumbing. If they're closed tonight, we probably need to get a bunch of the regulars together and go terrorize some other bar.
Good Night, Good Morning, whatever.
MrQuick 7:21 AM
I posted the new Babe of the Month. It was a day late, but better than never.
I just don't have a damn thing to say today. Must be writer's block.
Good night.
MrQuick 6:17 AM
I rarely remember my dreams and when I do they're usually kind of weird.
I while ago I had this dream that instead of money people used ear wax to purchase goods and services. People would collect their ear wax and go shopping. But some people spent there ear wax on drugs. One of the side effects of the drugs was a reduction in the production of ear wax. So drug addicts started stealing ear wax from other people.
Then I woke up... I don't know what Freud would say about that dream.
MrQuick 5:05 AM
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