Newest segment of the show: The fix is in (but you knew that already)
Update:
Buy your own damn fries!
Update:
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yes! only 2 weeks til pitchers and catchers report.
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Rye
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I know nobody comes here anymore but
I wish I could love my job like this guy loves his.
Straight outta Manila.
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Rye
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Once upon a time, a Prince asked a beautiful princess,
Will you marry me? The Princess said, NO!
And the Prince lived happily ever after and rode motorcycles and fucked skinny
big titted broads and hunted and fished and raced cars and went to nudie
bars and dated women half his age and drank whiskey, beer and Captain
Morgan and never heard bitching and never paid child support or alimony
and ate pussies and fucked cheerleaders in the ass and kept his house and guns and
never got cheated on while he was at work and all his friends and family
thought he was fuckin cool as hell and had tons of money in the bank and
left the toilet seat up The end
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Some famous finance guy in China gave a closed door speech on how China is in deep trouble and possibly bankrupt. He told everyone not to record his speech or put it on the internet...so naturally its on youtube now.
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Red A
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I can screw the pooch for much, much less.
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D-Wayne
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"There's Sodom, there's Gomorrah, then there's Bangkok. "
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D-Wayne
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I would love to say it isn't so...but the list about things people do in Montana is spot on. Oh, and she is also correct that Montana is adding jobs...
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Bread
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Economy adds 103,000 jobs, but it's not enough
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Red A
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This old map has a lot of place names in Taiwanese...I enjoyed testing out my Taiwanese speaking relatives to see if they could guess what the hell I was saying...
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Red A
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As the posts become fewer and fewer, I am wondering if this won't be the last post on our beloved experiment?
Anyhow, greetings from Montana. It has been a crazy summer, so crazy in fact that this is my first weekend in Helena since early June. Many tales to be spun, hopefully in person with some of you at hand.
Back over July 4th weekend, Jim was kind enough to host a reunion of sorts. Rye, PIMP, Dean-O and myself were able to attend (apparently the price of gas for the six hour drive from Lubbock to Denver was too unbearable for the J-Hole). A concert was attended in Steamboat, a baseball game in Denver, a fireworks display from Jim's roof, and lots of cigarettes and even more bullshitting went down over three days.
Stoney and I made the drive from Montana (once his plane landed a mere ten hours late). Yellowstone, Teton and the nothingness of southern Wyoming proved just the trick for two old friends catching up. We did get stonewalled by some snow high in the Wyoming mountains near Jackson, but that just added to the fun. Next year, Vegas baby! Stoney, you should publish some pictures here.
Later in the summer a few friends and i attended Red Ants Pants music festival in White Sulfer Springs, MT. A bit of Texas came to Montana, as Jerry Jeff (Austin), Lyle Lovett (Houston), Carrie Rodriguez (Austin), Rodney Crowell (Houston), Guy Clark (Houston), the Trishas (Austin) and a few others showed up in the hills of central Montana for two days of awesomeness. The awesomeness culminated with Rodney and Guy sitting on the stage playing songs for each other on Sunday afternoon. Poor Guy can barely get around, and can't remember his own songs anymore, but still amazing, especially since his solo show was on Saturday, thus giving us a real treat by sticking around just to play with Rodney Crowell. During his solo set on Saturday, Rodney and Lyle sat just off stage simply to watch Guy Clark play music.
I did manage to squeeze front and center for the shows, because, well, that's just who I am.
Here is Guy Clark singing with Verlon Anderson. Yes, it was The Cape.
Rodney Crowell crooning Leaving Louisiana in the Broad Daylight
Rodney watching Guy trying to remember the Lyrics to Old Friends
A sober Jerry Jeff singing Mr. Bojangles or Navajo Rug, I forget which at this point.
In other news, my brother submitted some photo and became season ticket boy for the Houston Texans. Monday night was meet the team night. Here's a copy of the ticket for all none of you that are interested:
I reckon I'll follow this up at some point with a few more summer details (hikes in Glacier, work trips to Florida, Vermont and Alberta), but who knows, maybe I'll just fade into the distance...
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Inflation rose to a three-year high of 6.4 percent in June, data showed on Saturday. The comments mark a fresh attempt to show the inflation fight is far from over and the government is determined to bring prices back under control, analysts said.
The central bank has raised interest rates five times and bank reserve requirements nine times since last October as the inflation threat has grown.
Many analysts expect the central bank to lean more on interest rates to fight inflation in coming months, partly because they see limited room for higher bank reserve ratios, which for big banks stand at a record 21.5 percent.
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Fortunately I found this video to help take the stitch out of my knee and ham string.
God bless the Dutch.
Too bad about Vancouver, drunk and high riot and looting?
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So, I'm drinking some yellow bellies and the wife is transfixed by the credits of Bourne Identity.
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