The above photo (from Ron Paul’s website) is Ron Paul sitting on someone’s tractor. He looks mildly happy. Well, maybe not so happy. Maybe the seat is unpadded. Or there’s bugs, or something.
He’s happy here (from Ron Paul’s website). That’s a uniform. Don’t people take hats off indoors any more?
Still happy (from Ron Paul’s website). Ron Paul is a really happy guy. Even when he has to wear a coat and tie,which I think really sucks, but that’s just me.
Now – about Ron Paul:
* He has never eaten any income taxes. He did nibble on a value-added tax once – but he’d missed two meals in a row.
* He has never voted for a Hostess Twinky subsidy of any kind.
* He has never given anyone a dirty Sanchez. He doesn’t even know what one is.
* He has never rolled or smoked a real Blunt. He did see one once – from a distance.
* He has never taken opiates – except for – you know – “cramps”.
* He has never voted to increase the power of the House of Lords of the British Government.
There’s an important NSFW photo that is really definitely not Ron Paul beyond the more thingy.
Note that Ron Paul has never dated this chick. I would properly credit the photo and source but I haven’t a clue where I found it. So why (you ask) did I save the photo? Uh…let me think…
Update: Here is a link telling about the chick above. And – due to popular demand, here are some more photos:
and:
November 27, 2007 at 4:13 am
Yep. Ol’ Ron Paul is generating quite the hit rate. I’m up to 22 or so, in less than half a day.
Heh. Ace of Spades probably generates that many hits each second.
…but I’m having fun anyway, splashing around here in my own little wading pool, dammit!
(sniffs nose at imagined disparagement)
I believe I shall now go to Denny’s, thank you very much!
November 27, 2007 at 4:19 am
Y’know – commenting on this blog feels more and more like talking to myself.
What is it they say? “When you start answering yourself is when you’re in trouble.”
November 27, 2007 at 5:38 am
Just as long as you agree with you, McGoo. That’s all that counts.
November 27, 2007 at 5:55 am
Welcome, Weasel! Come in, take your shoes off, and have some stale Doritos.
There is a line in Lord of the Rings where Gandalf remarks to someone that talking to ones self is a habit of the elderly – who simply wish to consult with the wisest person present.
I always liked that line.
November 27, 2007 at 11:54 am
Ol’ Ron Paul is the winner – at 39 hits so far.
And there’s still 6 more hours in the day (GMT or whatever).
November 27, 2007 at 3:16 pm
Boobies, McGoo. When you’re Google-fishing, you gotta go with the classics.
November 27, 2007 at 3:39 pm
I know, I know. But boobies have been so…..done, already.
And hoo-haa’s are too explicit for a lot of surfers. And tongue-stuff and air-starts are old news too.
And I’ll not knowingly allow any winky’s to be displayed on this site. This is a no-winky zone. Sorry. I’m just a bit of a prude on this subject.
I’m really not interested in increasing the hit rate – I’m interested in messing with the hit rate.
It’s a “fiddling around” kind of thing. Its science!
Meanwhile (Up to 46 hits, btw) I need to come up with another test post. Oh! I guess I could do a Denny’s report – not that there’s much news there.
November 29, 2007 at 9:42 pm
McGoo, I was standing in line at a Krystal early one morning when the guy behind me says, “Ever notice that all the gals behind the counter has a big ole suck mark on her neck? It’s a Krystal thing.”
Sure enough, they did. And do, seems like. Years of observation tend to bear out this observation.
Now that’s science, even if it isn’t boobies.
November 29, 2007 at 9:44 pm
Ooops. Bad grammar, but that’s what he said. It was a Krystal after all.
Ace, among others, had the pic. That’s where I got my copy.
November 29, 2007 at 10:21 pm
Gnu – welcome. Don’t mind the mess and dust. I’ll think of an excuse for it later. I putter around here a lot recently.
You know – the ladies in White castle were always strange. No suck marks or anything, but strange. Cold. They were probably space aliens and I didn’t know it.
November 30, 2007 at 7:29 pm
Maybe the White Castle ladies are just distracted? Probably reexamining every life decision that led them to their present circumstance. That’d take a bit of mental horsepower, I would think.
If memory serves (subject to question), I was in a White Castle once. In Nashville. I think. I was there for a week to learn how to sell bibles.
No, really. Took a week.
November 30, 2007 at 7:52 pm
You could be right. God knows the work would not be intellectually demanding.
You spent a week learning how to sell bibles?
Excuse me – but…how hard can it be?
Please forgive my ignorance. I’m a retired engineer, and never did really understand marketing and sales.
Other things puzzle me, like why is it that two of my posts in particular get 10x the clicks and looks of the others. I think its the chick pics.
November 30, 2007 at 8:04 pm
Takes a long time to teach a bunch of college kids much of anything. But, yeah, it was a week’s schooling on the best way to sell Bibles and other items of a religious bent.
‘Twas a pretty good summer gig, really. A lot of the sales persons made their school money for the next year that way.
Except me. I wound up in the hills around Harlan, KY. Coal country, Which could’ve been good, but the mines hadn’t worked in 20 years. Serious poverty. A new Bible wasn’t on their radar. Food for tomorrow, yes. Bible, no.
Most of the schooling was in the best ways to present the wares, and stuff like that. And the close. and close. and close some more, until they said yes, essentially from a desperate desire to get you to just go away.
So anyways, I find myself wandering around the hills of SE KY, making cold calls, albeit with impeccable merchandise. It got old in a hurry.
November 30, 2007 at 8:11 pm
You have a point. College kids – especially just out of HS can be awfully slow. I suspect its worse today.
No – I don’t. I had the opportunity to meet/talk with some engineering students a while back, and I was impressed in spite of myself. They were as enthusiastic and as earnest and as obsessed with science as I was.
Not to get off on that but – - – I think the spread of intelligence is wider today. The gulf between the “smart” and the “dumb” has widened remarkably since I was in school.
Do you still sell religious items? None of my business, of course.
November 30, 2007 at 8:33 pm
Naw. My enthusiasm for selling religious stuff, or anything else, fell off rapidly. To zero. Only took me three weeks or so to head for home and a job in a grocery store for the rest of the summer.
See, the deal was that I was staying with a buddy and his family, and every day his dad would drop us off, separately, way out in the country. Way out. And it was walk from place to place thereafter. Rain or shine.
Which wasn’t too bad. I was, after all, young, and had good feet, so I didn’t mind that too much. I didn’t much like going hungry tho, and unless there was a country store someplace close, lunch was a chancy thing. And I missed indoor plumbing, sometimes a lot. Amongst other things.
Anyways, for a metric for losing enthusiasm, the first week I was third in sales in the whole damn company, in spite of poverty and several hundred other salesmen. Week two, I was maybe 12th. Week three I was nowhere to be found in the standings, and by week four I was home.
Sales kinda left a bad taste. Heh. Six days and sixty-six hour weeks, for $30, were much better. I wasn’t gonna make my school money that way, but I didn’t have to see the nice lady go in the kitchen and dig food money out of the cookie jar to make a down payment on a Bible the family didn’t need either.