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July 26, 2008

Bikinis (The reason men are pigs)

Filed under: Oklahoma,Recent — ldsrr91 @ 5:02 pm
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Summer Time In America

Summer Time In America

Headed into the Dawg Days of Summer. You want to sit on the porch in the cool of the morning, then you had best get up early. Oklahoma is known for its heat, and the unfortunate thing is, it heats up here and it doesn’t always cool down. Even at night, in the middle of the night, it is still hot in Oklahoma.

Good time to go to the beach if you can get away. You can talk about your sunsets in the evening time. The sight of a new born puppy or a kitty, the wonders of a baby. But all of it pales in the company of young women in Bikini’s.

There is just something about the sight of a woman in a skimpy outfit that discombobulates men to the point that their judgment is impaired. Which of course leads them to do stupid things, when it comes to money, alcohol, and other short-term rewards.

English Girls on Holiday

English Girls on Holiday

Belgian researchers let a group of men fondle womens bras and shirts and look at photo’s of women in bikini’s. As their sexual arousal climbed, the men became more likely to seek immediate satisfaction through any means available to them.

Wonder how it is a guy gets himself chosen for one of these survey’s anyway? I asked Cup Cake (my wife) about it and she seemed especially interested in the fondling of the womens articles of apparel and all. She even allowed me the pleasure of some discovery, and I got to do all of the household laundry last Saturday.

So much for science and survey’s.

It turns out that there is a region in the brain, that is stimulated by the sight of women skimply dressed and this region registers rewards for pleasurable activities such as sex, eating, drinking and winning money. I suppose the very same thing happens with a woman, but it is pictures of money, jewerly and or cash.

So when men are stimulated but not rewarded with any of the above, they will crave an alternative reward.

This might be the reason that every time you turn around you see some kind of “sexy advertisement” on the local bookrack or when you glance at a commercial on television, you will find a seriously good looking woman and often she is wearing a bikini.

This could be the reason men are influenced into what stock they invest in or what candy bar they happen to buy. I bought a vac. cleaner from a gal at Sear’s one time, mainly because she was foxy and good looking. And at the time, I really didn’t need a vacuum cleaner. So it kind of makes sense to me.

Lot of mysteries in this old world, y’know it?

Tomorrow we will talk about being sixty plus in America, and dead-zones.

Don’t miss it.

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Weight of a soul …

Filed under: Oklahoma,random,Recent,Uncategorized,writing — ldsrr91 @ 12:59 pm
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THOUGHT FOR THE DAY: “Life is the garment we continually alter, but which never seems to fit.”

This month is rapidly running its appointed course, it all seems to be running together for me, I find that I can no longer keep track of it. Most of the time I do not know “C’mere from Sick ‘em” and that often bothers me. This morning I could not remember what day of the week it was, just got all jammed up, and then I remembered that yesterday I had purchased a newspaper, so I went over to check on that.

Big help that was ….it didn’t help me out at all, it was yesterday’s paper.

Perhaps you caught a glimpse of it, it had an article about me on the front page, it said “Seniors Aging Like Fine Wine.” No picture tho’ … And the usual crap about Obammer and McSame. I don’t know if Obammer is the coming Messiah for America or not. But when you stop to consider the person he will replace as President of the United States next January, he is certainly the second coming of King George.

I apparently have picked up or someone seems to have given me, a nasty little Trojan Horse program that is a little difficult to get rid of. So if you sent it to me or I picked it up at your site, you can have it back, I have tired of it. Spent the first 90 minutes of my morning this morning, trying my level best to kill this little irritant that was probably dreamed up by some little geeky pimple faced adolescent and is giving me fits. This virus is not only tough to get rid of, I am beginning to suspect that it actually is capable of holding a grudge or something.

Nasty little bug.

No longer can I truthfully complain about not going anywhere. I have been in places inside this computer that I literally did not know existed trying to eradicate this thing. Yesterday I was fairly confident that it had taken care of, but there it was, bright and early this morning, and I had to deal with it again. The really bad thing about computers is they are like dogs … they can smell fear.

Wrote out some bills and discovered that I owe the cable company $163.00 (two months service) and I haven’t a clue as to how that happened either. Don’t remember seeing the bill for it around here anywhere, and I suppose now they will be calling me and demanding that I surrender my first born male child, which they will hold for sufficient collateral, until I pay the bill.

I am giving them David … He never mowed the lawn when I told him to and I will save Johnny (his little brother) for later.

Radio Girl left me a note and said it was permissible for me to gnank some pictures of her vegetables. Man, that sounds like some kind of fetish to me … P’sst, hey buddy, c’mere and look at my pictures of these artichokes! (Which is basically generic to Californians, most everyone else in this country has never heard of an artichoke, yet alone, even knows how to cook one). I am passing on the veggie shots girl, I am sticking with the mountains, the clear water streams, the nice greenery of nature. You certainly take some interesting shots and I enjoy them.

As I have been rather verbose here of late, I am making a concentrated effort this day, to shorten the piece. So nothing poignant or profound today. No “half the day, staring at the window, lost, searching for the answer to one simple question, one intimate valuable item concerning the soul of man.”

Only thing that I could come up with was the ultimate weight of a man’s soul.

It weighs twenty pounds. How do I know this? (Glad you asked) That is “exactly” how much weight I lost after my divorce in ’79, twenty pounds that is what a man’s soul weighs.

See you Monday, if I don’t skip it or completely forget it, that is.

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Sexy Seniors … Practice Dialers

THOUGHT FOR THE DAY: “When you look at yourself from a universal standpoint, something inside always reminds you that there are bigger and better things to worry about.”

State residents in West Virginia are going to have seven months to practice dialing 10-digit telephone numbers. Yes, I said, “ten months to practice” dialing telephone numbers. Now you hear a lot of bad jokes about people from the “hollars and the backwoods of the south” but you never really think they are real.

Or are they?

From Mid July to Feb. 28th residents get to make voluntary 10-digit dialing calls after that it is a mandatory thing for them. Now how much know-how does it take to be able to dial a telephone for cryin’ out loud.

This, this is the number pad, you dial the number here, and then it goes to the person you are calling.  Now you try it. 4-1-1? Is this here information? Yes, it is, how may I assist you?  I was wondering where my socks is? Can you tell me? … Look behind the couch bubba.

The new statewide Area Code goes into effect this week, good luck.

Older Americans aren’t the only ones having more sex and enjoying it more. A new study of Swedish 70-year olds finds that they’re having sex more often than peers in the past, and that women of that age are particularly satisfied with their sex lives (That a way to go Yohand!).

Last year researchers in the U.S. reported that Americans ages 57 to 85 were getting on with a “little help from their friends” (Viagra and Levitra) and generally speaking were living better thru chemistry. Viagra was great! We had sex for two hours once … but 1’50″ of it was just me, apologizing after wards!

The findings last year dispelled greatly the rumors that Grandma and Grandpa were wasting away in suburbia and vegetating. Now on the heels of that survey, new hope on the horizon. Or perhaps not hope. From a woman’s standpoint it has to be a bulletin from the devil himself. “Oh great, now I have to have even more sex with this guy until the end of my life? Give me a break.”

The Swedish survey points out that men and women are doing just fine, and octogenarians are actually quite lively. And of course, men don’t actually need the stimulant, what we need is a pill that will help us to “talk for a little while” after wards.

So much for getting frisky in the Golden Years.

President Nixon declared that our dependency on foreign oil would be a thing of the past, it would only take us 12 years and we would be free of middle eastern oil. That did not happen. Nixon said in 1970 that we were importing 20% of our oil, that it would be ten years later, 0%. It in turn went to 42% in 1991, with the Gulf War. It is just under 70% now.

And I suppose the next logical question is … “Where will we be in ten years?”

That would be, I am afraid, anyone’s guess.  Now Mr. T.B. Boone Pickens, Texas Oil Man and Ex-Corporate raider, is on the scene and he has a plan.  Mr. Pickens’ says that “alternative energy” is our salvation and our way out.

Wind and Natural Gas.

One thing is for sure, it is a player, a citizen who has the plan, not the government. At least someone is willing to work on a solution. I see it and hear it every day, wind and gas, buy an electric car.

Do people believe that electricity is just going to magically fall from the sky?

Something has to turn … Something has to burn … In order to make electricity folks, it is a law of nature. But at least someone has a plan … Which is better than our governments solution which is kind of like drilling for more oil, 15% of nothing, is still … nothing.

Meanwhile, back in West Virginia …. Is this that there 9-1-1?? Yes, what is your problem? I cum home and my sister, Lucinda, is on the floor and she is not breathing. What is your address sir? It is 1225 Eucalyptus Drive. Can you spell that for me? ……. long pause ….. How about I just drag her down to the corner of O-A-K Street and you can pick her up there.

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