I mean it really does, and I'm about to pitch a fit.
I mean it really does, and I'm about to pitch a fit.
You just stop it. I've got freaking cabin fever.
Yeah, but do you consider a dog to be a filthy animal? I wouldn't go so far as to call a dog filthy but they're definitely dirty. But, a dog's got personality. Personality goes a long way.
You might take out a dozen before they drag you from your home and skull fuck you to death. Marsh Chicken 6/21/2013
i wanna get my garden started but damn, looks like its going to be freezing atleast two nights this week. i got a bunch of cucumber and squash plants on my sun porch that i started on my sun porch that need to go in the ground before they outgrow their starter pots. it looks like a fuckin green house with all the shit i got in there. 48 cucumber plants, 72 tomato, 18 squash, 18 watermelons, 12 hot peppers, 12 bell peppers, not to mention all the herbs.. and the wife is bitchin cuz the whole room smells like potting soil. haha
i guess the old timers were right about waiting until good friday.
I learned my lesson about planting early several years back. And I swear I don't care if I look like a girl... I'll be covering my Azaleas. You can't have spring without them. I guess you could, but it would be a sorry world to live in.
Zip it.
Quit yer bitchin
Last edited by Chuck the Duck Slayer; 03-25-2013 at 12:46 PM.
I mean I'm still wearing socks, it's almost April.
And Bradford pears smell bad.
Yep it's nasty. Opening day for our baseball was cancelled on Sat due to the rain & we have our first game tonight. The wind will slice yo ass like a samurai warrior out there! Gonna be a loooong game.
My son has practice at 6 tonight. Wooo, I haven't missed one, but I'm almost happy I'll be in the office until 7.
What my day consists of. 14 inches and still coming down. Bitch some where else
“… duckhunting stands alone as an outdoor discipline. It has a tang and spirit shared by no other sport—a philosophy compounded of sleet, the winnow of unseen wings, and the reeks of marsh mud and wet wool. No other sport has so many theories, legends, casehardened disciples and treasured memories.”
--John Madson, The Mallard, 1960
"Never trust a duck hunter who cares more about his success than his dog's."
It's windy. The water is all muddy and high, plus it's cold.
Yeah this shit is getting ridiculous.
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