I think it’s actually called “Mystery Science Theatre 3000”? It stars some guy with a couple retarded robot muppets and they sit around watching horrible old sci-fi C or even D movies from ages past? The hosts sit in the movie theatre seats and throw popcorn at the movie screen, they slag the actors, the plots and themes from the days of The Old World Order? I’ve only ever seen clips of it on OyTube.
I’m watching “Beyond The Time Barrier” produced in 1960.
I’m only halfway through it but I intend to finish watching it when chores permit.
I’m also watching the “12 Monkeys” TV series which, I think, is a whored out version of a 1995 movie. Comparing and contrasting the two shows is the difference between night and day… but there’s so many similarities too. It is my conviction that there has been almost no new original thought in the scifi space since about the early 70s… maybe even the 60’s? Dystopian plague, time travel, rinse and repeat. If you choose to watch the old 60’s flick… around the 40 minute mark, the egghead scientist characters explain to Our Hero how his jet/rocket fighter plane attained the speed of light - and I was just smitten. Up your ass with your Relativity, Einstein! HAR HAR HAR!!! I suppose there were even elements of proto-shithouse-environMINTalism in it!!! But it was pitched as a sci-fi horror.
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I suppose sci-fi has always been “message fiction”. One of the big tropes was about how messing with the atom could have horrifying consequences in the future. So it goes for gene manipulation, eugenics, oddball social movements, etc. But… in the campy, corny old world movies, the message and scolding was at least sincere. Nowadays, the messaging is all fake and gay. Sci-fi has been hijacked by the queers, feminists, socialists, and other degenerates to polish turds for their preferred lifestyles, agendas and warped values. It’s so tiresome and disappointing.
This refreshing scifi movie just came out on Netflix and Prime.
“Signal One” is refreshing in that it at least tries to return to sci-fi roots, where the yarn is actually trying to tell a science based story rather than justifying fudge packing, cnuty girl boss feminism and other ass battery. It’s not a blockbuster or cinematic trail blazer… but it is fun… unlike the majority of repetitive and derivative gender slop being seen today.
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Contemplating A Move…
I’ve tried to move away from Blogger before. I was catching flak from Community Terms And Conditions Nazis at Blogger for crimespeak and crime thought. I flipped the middle finger at the pig noses, the 425 lb. Tinkerbelles and other fairie folk, cancelled the blog and moved to Blab. I had a couple problems with Gab though - It didn’t allow me to format my stuff the way I wanted. The other was that the platform was a shit magnet for real, bonafide Nazis and lunatics. We’re talking guys that seriously propose to liquidate da joos, the vibrants, and gawd only knows who else. You can bet your arse that it was an FBI/CSIS/Interpol/etc honey pot for the three letter agencies. Not that I was afraid of them or the loons or anything… the rude and dirty jokes and memes were superb. The furtive and secretive mysterious M hangs out there with some of the other stubfarts. But… it didn’t feel like home, if ya know what I mean?
So… I came back here set up again… and started seriously looking for new digs that would respect free speech as Blab does… but with better blog functionality. And…I think I found it, maybe? I chit-poasted a couple trials and I personally like it. I’d appreciate it if you’d take a look - if you have the time?
A word up front to the retards and stubfarts: I will tolerate NO rude jokes or snide comments about my axe-related negligencestupidityretardation…Ughhh!!!! Okay, alright!!!! Maybe I DO deserve a royal flush in the bloody terlet!! ! But… I don’t have to like it!!!
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There is only one negative I’ve found with using Substack. At first you will get positively SPAMMED with lunatics like these:
And these
And these
And these
Etc.
The good news is that the algorithm on Substack is pretty good. The secret is to start blocking the Usual Suspects without mercy. Follow and/or subscribe to guys like Art Sido, Matt Bracken, Yours Truly or any other stubfart talking head that pops up on your feed. The algorithm will start filtering out the sewage fairly quickly. So far I’ve had no problem with the censors and lunatics that infest the other platforms. In fact… I think I’ve fallen into the corner of the platform that the kids call “Chudstack”.
I’m 80% convinced that I’m gonna move there. I’ll keep this blog open as a back up, maybe? Let me know what ya think, if ya would.
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Early Fall Needful Things
The first leaves are turning and falling. I haven’t smelled snow on the wind yet… but it’s coming. The hell of it all is that I ran out of firewood for the backyard pit and camping. I have the block house full of seasoned cut rounds… but I need to get off my arse and split them. I can’t swing an axe like I used to and I bought a cheapo electric splitter 100 years ago.
I an SO thankful for this appliance. I have low back issues but even so… I’ve easily split a couple chords over the years for ourselves, friends and family. It’s slow… but it’s a “tortoise and the hare” scenario. You might be able to swing an axe like Paul Bunyan but… for how long? I can do this all morning long and maybe a little bit more. Today I put up several wheelbarrows of split, seasoned firewood… and it’s time to soothe my aching back muscles.
Ahhhhhhh… is there anything better or more relaxing than a methane
bubble bath?
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Well I hope y’all are keeping up with your chores, that you’re productive and useful… unlike me! The days are getting shorter and I’m told that Alberta is scrapping daylight savings time now? The spring ahead/fall behind thing never really bothered me personally but the whiners couldn’t stop bitching about it! So I guess I’ll be hanging out with my buddy Oskaar in Iceland this winter…
Take care, you guys - and I hope we’ll see ya next week.
It doesn’t help that this woman looks like a hatchet faced
axe murderess that should be burned at the stake.
Or the cackling feminist hags that idolize her and ham and caper
for the cameras outside the courts and during the sessions.
When the hags show up…justice will
perish. It always does.
I hate to be ‘that guy’ - at least in cases like this. But I see what’s going on here… and I want to kill someone.
When I was a kid, back in another lifetime…my dad began to struggle. One second he was his usual affable self. The next, he’d lose his shite over nothing and it was the end of the world. It was like living with Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. It didn’t happen often, at first. But it got worse over time. And the fits were coming more frequently. And the intensity grew. It got so bad I slept out in the farm truck a couple times and was worried sick about him. I was around 16 at the time…?
The doctors were stumped. Pop saw any number of specialists and finally, after months of referrals we found one who was confident he could help. He warned us it would take time. Some pills he prescribed made it worse. Others turned Pop into a zombie. Some had no effect at all. The doctor relied on mom and I too. He told us right up front to watch Pop, and keep track of his behaviour. By doing so he could eliminate entire families of potential pharmaceuticals, and behavioural clues could point at others that might work. It was all trial and error. I thought privately that Pop was done for. But the doctor was happy as a clam. Brain neurochemistry is incredibly difficult. It may be better now, but back then the science was still in its infancy. They didn’t know what drugs would work and which ones wouldn’t until they tried them. There was only one way to find out. More months go by. Mom was starting to crack under the strain too.
One day…everything was normal again. To this day, it almost cracks me up. Pop got up early and went out and fed the animals, went for a short walk and came back and made his own breakfast before I even got up. He gave me my chores for the day. He drove mom out for shopping later in the day. After supper he got on the tractor and pushed some snow around and all was well from that point forward. There was no celebration though, we all just quietly smiled and pretended it never happened. They might have tweaked his dosages a bit… but for all intents and purposes … Pop was fine. A jar of tiny pills that cost $11.00 a month was all it took. The brain is like any other organ; it can get sick. Sometimes the sick brain can be cured. Sometimes not - and it will kill you. Or worse - someone else. Your sanity rides on chemistry so precise that a shortage or over abundance of chemicals measured in micrograms - can literally turn you into someone else.
Apparently that is what she looked like, once upon a time. I only saw two pics like that when I did a web search. The rest are all pics and vids of her glowering menacingly at the cameras… or smirking rudely at some other hag in her coven that are mogging for the cameras. A clinical psychologist involved with the case says Lindsay was hearing voices at the time of the murder. After she did the deed, the voices stopped. According to the shrink, this almost never happens in these cases. Makes sense to me - if your brain chemistry is such that it produces auditory hallucinations and cognitive reasoning impairment…it should keep doing so regardless of outside events.
Shouldn’t it? I dunno, and the expert involved doesn’t know. That’s the hell of brain science. With a lot of these cases, doctors don’t know what the mechanism is that drives the behaviour. Or the recovery. When Pop got his pills all those years ago, the doctor didn’t know why they worked.
The point that I’m trying to make is that nobody knows exactly what’s going on here. But of course, none of that actually matters. It’s all about the mass media stirring the pot, selling copy and generating ad sales, controversy, and ratings. For the feminist coven it’s all about ‘post partum’ depression and psychosis. And mogging for the cameras for likes and subscribes on Tik Tok. Vids are starting to surface of moms abusing and tormenting their babies. I won’t be surprised at all to see copycat killings start.
I’ll tell you right now - although it would kill me to do it - I’d sentence Lindsay to burn at the stake. Publicly. I’d order that her fan club be in attendance to watch too. My reasoning is that women think with their emotions. Emotions are easily manipulated and if you have a herd of mouth breathing emoting women in one place, in close proximity…they can stampede and get up to all kinds of satanic shit that can bring down families and entire communities. When they mob up like that, examples have to be made and people have to see the examples being made.
And the utter hell of it is that if we had handled this like men - instead of gossipy, clucking hysterical, hormonal teenaged girls… we might actually be able to help Lindsay.
But… whadda I know? I think I know the most rudimentary in’s and out’s of the psychosis problem in layman’s terms. But I also know that satanic evil is real and walks the earth…and the ones driving it are the loud, opinionated and sanctimonious emotional women.
You guys remember to hold your womenfolk close. If ya can, find a good church and get ‘em into it on a regular basis. Maybe they’ll take an interest in the ladies groups and social events? It (probably) won’t do anything for bona fide clinical psychosis problems…but it might give them hope? It might get a few of the milder cases off the antidepressants, maybe? It definitely WILL give them meaningful things to channel their energies into. The alternative is to have them turning their energies into Tik Tok and Twitter and stoking their rage with the blood of innocents.
Who knows? Perhaps we are already past the point of no return? Perhaps the Old World rules are gone for good… and darker roads beckon. The road to hell is paved with good intentions.
I went out to the range at 8:00 this morn. In the first 5 minutes on the drive out, I must have seen 10 assholes do 15 retarded things in traffic. It wasn’t little stuff either - it was deliberate “fuck you, me first!!!” BS that turn into fender benders and paint swapping if someone does something stupid. I’m an old hand at such nonsense. I just slow down, open my eyes and try to keep distance and reaction times and defensive options open.
Buddy in the truck ran a red light and… The wife’s little Rav got punched in the snoot. The wife is okay… but the guy in the truck was injured and calling 911…? How does that work? Are we gonna get sued by some shyster?
I saw all the bungholes out this morn… and I just KNEW something had to happen…
UPDATE:
I’m sure everyone will be as shocked as I am to find out that we got kinetically and culturally enriched by the Usual Suspects. 👍🏾
She sure touched a lot of souls, didn’t she? She never really touched mine… I’ve always been contemptuous of celebs… but she never really shat on my soul either, the way so many Hollywood slobs do these days. Her music was part of the background noise of my life. When she spoke, I’d listen… which is not something I tend to do with just any old celeb. When you compare her to any number of old stubfart morons like Bruce Springsteen, Neil Young or Rob DiNero … yeah… she did alright. Some people get old and stupid and should just STFU. Others retain their class and gravitas right till the end.
I hope she is off to a great start in her next life.
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I heard through the celeb sewers (that I try to ignore) that the sci-fi franchise of Star Trek is in deep trouble. Again.
The trouble - as per usual… is crappy screen writing. The story I have is that muppets are in charge of the spaceship now?
JFC. They have special effects and cinematic technologies that Gene Roddenberry could only dream about in the 1960s. On OyTube, fans are writing and producing amateur vids, literally for free. And this is the best they can do…? Who even writes this shit???
Oh… right…
But… whadda I know? Both Star Trek and Pigs In Space are kids’ shows, right? Maybe I should join Rob, Bruce and Neil - and stick my head down a toilet and flush a few times! If the little ones are getting something out of it… that’s all that matters.
Oh - wait a minute. It’s just NYFC again! False alarm. But the stink of shitlib intrigue is unmistakable, ininnit? The Usual Suspects are spinning this as if Luigi is some kind a wop folk hero. He’s that kid that shot the healthcare CEO awhile back. If I understand the hit - the kid made it his mission to track the victim down and murder him in cold blood. All pre-meditated from start to finish - and somehow the kid beat the Murder One charge…? Did I read that right?
The part about 3D printing the gun for the hit is just a pant load of bullchit. I can smell it all the way up here in Alberta. I have it on good authority that New Yorkers are just the shittiest, most corrupt cretins made in the USA and the stuff I see swirling around this one leaves me holding my nose. This one stinks more than Cederq does. I know there is a political power play in progress. But…who are the players and what is the endgame? Is anyone following this that can make sense of it?
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I simply HAVE to monetize this blog, folks.
I need to maximize my investment potential.
I always wondered about that: the monkeys in the Orient keep these as
pets. Why aren’t we keeping them here as well?
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HOW IT STARTED
Oh, stuff it, you bald headed misogynist stubfart!
You don’t know nothing about women’s issues!!!!
HOW IT’S GOING
Hmmmm. Apparently in Massivetwoshits - a state where women enjoy the most freedom and exercise the most power and authority in the history of the female species… these clot headed cnuts gather to celebrate the new law that grants them the right to murder their own babies right on up to the moment of birth. The story I have is that the horse faced woman that signed the bill into law is (of course) a lesbian. AND … she’s a catholic. Enraged Catholics are calling for her excommunication… and the local bishopric is ignoring them (because of course they would). Why should homosexuality and murdering babies stand in the way of being a good Christian?
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Folks… I need another coffee…
The late Uncle Bob was right. Women are the real fascists and socialists, men are the true Romantics…and unless something is done… these women are going to ruin us. And we’ll deserve it too, I guess?
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And this, friends, is why you buy a good sling and learn how
I shot the group holding the crosshairs at 6 o’clock. As it is now I aim dead on at 200m. I’m still holding a tad too high…on a deer that low flyer would have been a good hit. The others would hit too high for a good kill shot. My thinking is ya don’t have the margin for error with a 223 that you do with bigger calibres. Nor should I toot my own horn. I was watching the boys at Camp Perry going at it… and they shot groups just a tad larger, offhand…at 200m.
That isn’t marksmanship… that’s black magic is what that is…🤨
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Pickin’ On Women Again…
So…apparently… this fine young woman performed her own “late term abortions”.
I dunno what to make out of this one. At all. She killed the kids, she should pay her debt to society, one would think? But my moral and intellectual superiors tell me “No! She had postpartum depression and was on a stew of medications and psychotropic drugs! She is not responsible for her actions!”
I’m not an expert or particularly knowledgeable on drugs or postpartum depression. All I know is that none of the womenfolk I know ever had anything close to that. Is the argument even legit…? And - shouldn’t the doctors be up on charges too, if this is true…?
But…out here in the outhouse… that bitch is still crazy. You can see it in her eyes. Crazy eyes in women are “a thing”. 90% of the time (in my anecdotal experience) - if the woman has crazy eyes, she’s usually crazier than a shithouse rat! I’ve seen only two or three exceptions in the last 20 years. The crucifix is a nice touch but it’s a tell of sorts too. The women I know would be overwhelmed with grief if they did something like this, even under the influence of drugs. I could see them being so distraught with remorse that they’d ASK for the death penalty!
They gotta put that shrew in the clink. She’d do it again, guaranteed.
But whadda I know? Experts are invited to weigh in in the comments.
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Well… that’s my view of the universe this week, for what it’s worth. Outside of current events life is dramatic and traumatic. Yesterday on Dawg Patrol we were passing through Snobsville. You know the place - you’ve got one in your town too. Or even live there yourself: 20000 sq.ft. plus palatial homes, 3 car garages, carefully manicured and exquisitely landscaped lawns… Presentation is a big deal in this neighborhood. There’s signs up on the lawns declaring the winners of the Better Home And Garden competition and signs for those that got honourable mention too. As we plodded through at 5:00 am … we came across this guy:
See the porcelain planters? He was using the shitters for flower pots!!! HAR HAR HAR!!! HAR HAR HAR!!! When we went by earlier they were haphazardly strewn on his front lawn - a rather stark contrast to his neighbors! I almost did it: I was going to grab one of the signs of the Better Homes winners… and plant it right here in this guy’s yard! HAR HAR HAR HAR!!!
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But… if I get caught, that means 30 days for senior delinquency… and 30 days in the can with tards like Mike and Chutes and the other Usual Suspects. Bugger that, I’ll behave myself.
This time.
Speaking of senior delinquents, we note that Cederq is out of the hospital and has joined the Croc Nation. He’s got Mossy Oak crocs. I think mine are in Trebark camo… Apparently Bearclaw set him up and is keeping tabs on him. It’s always good to have a responsible adult in charge!
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So sometimes, the good guys DO win, eh? It’s been a good week so far - don’t none a youse bums mess it up, neither! I hope you’re all having a great start to your Humpday… and we’ll check back in with ya soon.
As we wait for these women to define human sexuality for us!
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I suppose I should just shut my hole, eh? I thought maybe the stupid would have burned out after COVID when 75% of us lost our minds and insisted that the flu was a deadly pandemic, and that our cops needed to beat the chit out of old ladies and teenagers who didn’t mask up or social distance properly.
Is this flap about women’s basketball dumber than Covid…? I’ve grown up listening to feminists bitch about how stupid men are… but looking at that cunned stunt in the pic… and all the COVID Karen’s…?
But it’s always been like this, I suppose. In our distant past, we separated the clowns from the gladiators when we gathered to watch the circus. Now…? The clowns and athletes are one and the same. When these finely tooned athletic women next take to the arena… maybe we could add some gravitas and class to the sporting event? Like, say be heralding their arrival with a full orchestra complete with the wind, percussion, and stringed sections?
Imagine the spectacle as muscular horse faced black women take to the court, accompanied by the classical grandeur of the Retard Philharmonic Pops playing “Entrance Of The Gladiators”!
That’s Chutes on the triangle,
Mike on the kazoo,
And Yours Truly conducting
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Tempests N’ Teapots
The other day I was snoring and farting in my easy chair and trying to read through a religious leader’s screed on “dealing with contentious women”. I kept falling asleep trying to read it for some reason. But it was exactly what you would expect of a Godly man writing about disagreements with Godly women. It was common sense: be restrained. Be respectful. Compromise. Communicate…
And in the comments the first one was angry hooting: OOK! OOOKKK!!! EEEK, EEEEEEEK!!!
Next thing Y’know, Chudstack is on fire! Angry simians are hooting and howling into the night, rotten fruit and feces are being flung left n’ right - and I enjoyed the show! What else’re ya gonna do when it’s raining outside and too wet to mow or do needful chores? But the short and long of it is - in my retarded opinion - that that pastor was way out of his depth. He had no idea what he was talking about. He is part of an institution where many churches are trying to shed their patriarchal traditions, in an effort to appeal to demonic women, while at the same time staying true to the Bible and the Creator. Good luck with THAT, Pastor!
A coven of witches celebrates the legalization of
abortion right up to the moment of birth in Massivetwoshits.
But that’s only half the story! The woman that signed it into law is catholic. And the local bishops are in a quandary on whether they should excommunicate her or not. I can see the hesitation: why should a woman be excommunicated just for murdering her own babies? I think I understand the catholic refugees that have turned up at our church, maybe? Not trying to shit on anyone; I flat out refuse to lay the blame on the faith; but I am starting to have huge problems with the clergy. It’s not the end of the world, the church has gone off the rails before. This is a people problem - not theological one.
In my atheist days I was pro choice all the way. I thought it was a good thing for shitlib women and low IQ blacks to terminate and/or abort their kids. Say what you want about eugenics - pragmatism is what it is. And we can argue about ‘the clump of cells’. But… a fully formed fetus about to be born? That IS murder and no bones about it. And our women are in very deep trouble…
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The Great Canadian Enshittification Accelerates
Well… it’s been an odd week. I went in to get a slow leak plugged on one of the tires for The Dawgmobile. “90 minutes,” the kid at the tire shop told me. I went in and waited while the truck sat up on the hoist for two and a half hours. The shop was filled with blacks and those guys had two speeds: slow and stopped! Of course, it was white people up front dealing with customers. Call me a communist - I don’t care! The only reason those black and brown baboons are in this country is to take the kids’ jobs, drive down labour costs, and voat for shitlib politicians. The rest go on welfare - and voat for shitlibs! But… I’ve dealt with this tire shop forever, and even with this crap… they’re still better than the local competitors. I told myself “they’re having a bad day. Get over it…” So, to pass the time I had the kid quote me on a set of new tires. I only wanted 4 all season radials. When I got home and went over the quote…the kid quoted me on “three season” tires. No doubt, because EVERYONE runs dedicated snow tires in winter, dontchya know! (And ackcshually… I know a few guys that do. But I don’t. Maybe I’m weird?) regardless, I went to their website, found the skins I wanted - they’re called “All Weather” tires now…? Whatever - they gave me a deal on them so I just got all of them done. I don’t like patches and slow leak problems. So… excessive hang time on the hoist, and a misquote… I dunno if my old tire shop is sliding? I might just have to start looking for a new one. I never really thunk much about tires, I’d go down to the shop, have them pick something out and have them do the install. I think I’m going to have to start doing more of the work myself. Go on the computer and buy from the online shops, and use the locals to just do the balance and install. The Z Man said that the more vibrant and diverse things get, the more things stop working. The little stuff - like filling potholes in the road, getting an order right at the drive through, and the little services that we all used to take for granted… start to become harder and harder to do. Maybe I’m just imagining it? I’m sure everyone has had an unfortunate dealing with the auto shops at some point?
But here’s another: yesterday was pretty tough. It was time for Fergus to go to the vet and get snipped. I hate these things. All I do is worry and fret like an old woman that something’ll go wrong. But nothing ever does; the vet I have is great and they treat us like a million bucks. I also got Ferg microchipped too - if he ever gets lost, the vets and shelters just scan the dog and a subcutaneous microchip brings up all their info. Welp…it used to be you gave the vet your info, that got put on the dawg’s chip - and you’re done. Now I got a bunch of fucken papers I gotta read, websites I gotta register with, and I’m on another fucken database, probably getting spammed with junk mail…😡
Or like when I went to renew my driver’s license the other day - used to be ya went in with your old license, your social security number and vehicle insurance… and you were in and out. Now they wanted my passport, my birth certificate, my provincial healthcare number… and if ya don’t have it… screw you! No license for you! Yet… if you are a smelly retarded packie fresh off the boat from Rawlipindi… You get a Class One license, get a job driving an 18 wheeler and if you take out a school bus full of kids running a stop sign… everyone dies for the good of the Great Canadian multiculti society!
So yeah… rant off! It’s just the little things … for now. The kind of stuff that only a grumpy old Yesterday Man would notice. No doubt I’m just a crusty old fart, bitching about nothing! Ya think more fibre in my diet will help?
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Other than that… life continues apace. The harbingers of early fall are upon us. Already. The ghost berries are out, clumps of colour appear. I cherish these walks with my pups. I always took them for granted in my past years, but now… I try to enjoy them as much as my pups do.
I hope you and yours are out, and getting your miles in. Miles are like warm summer days… ya never know how how many more ya got left!
