And Now For Something Completely Dumbass...

Big Dick is redoing his bathroom. From what he is putting on his blog, he is almost done with it. Well, I need him to come on down here when he is finished and help me hang a new door on my pantry. I somehow seemed to have acquired a hole in it. a mysterious, fist-sized hole, about shoulder level of a guy in a wheelchair. Don't know how it got there(looks innocent), but all I'm gonna say is, don't forget to take your happy pills, especially if you have teenage children.






Walrilla

UPDATE: I've already went and bought a new door. When I got back, I hit the door again fairly hard; it didn't do anything to the door, but it made my knuckles hurt.

I didn't feel anything in my hand the first time I hit it.

Those of you who have met me know this isn't me, but...

I'm scared it's what I'm becoming.

And Now For Something Completely Different...

This one here's for my buddy, Eric. I know he'll get a kick out of it.

Not that I'd mess with him, or anything. Heh heh.

Walrilla

A Signal Honor

Well, dang! Seems like ol' Groanin' Jock, over in Scotchland Scotland has done flung a Thinking Blogger Award at me. Now, don't worry, I won't tag none a' y'all, since I already did this one, but I did want to recognize him for this honor he has shown me.

I am also grateful that, of all my posts, erudite and otherwise, he chose the one I felt the most strongly about. For that, I am doubly honored. Honored in the fact that he thought enough of that post to nominate me for the award, but also, in choosing that post, the message contained therein will be spread to an even greater audience.

Thank you, my friend.

Walrilla

P.S. As I said last time, everyone on my blogroll makes me stop and think, and he has definitely earned a spot there.

You're Free To Go...

Where we want to allow you to go! This is outrageous!

Police said there are plenty of streets with sidewalks around the city and suggested Schneider stick to those.

Sounds like discrimination to me. Granted, he could've handled it better, but, still, are we not allowed to go where we want or need to go?

If the illegal aliens aren't restricted from "going where they want to go", why are we?

Walrilla

Words

Go read this, then come back.
Mental retardation - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Do you have a word or phrase that makes you cringe, and die a little inside, to hear, regardless of context or the direction to which it's applied? You know, words like nigger, spic, wetback, spearchucker, wop, dago, kike, greaser, beaner, chink, slant-eyes, gook, honky, ofay, porch monkey, pepper belly, chili chomper, zipperhead, or others of their ilk? I think we can all agree these are hateful, hurtful words. You can argue that words are just words, but that's specious. Words have a specific meaning, and are used for a specific intent, or should be, anyway.

I have a word. I feel it is every bit as full of hate and hurt as any of those words I listed. I think most people, though, see nothing wrong with it because they haven't been touched by it. They don't know anybody that has it. Therefore they go around flinging it at people who make a mistake, at someone who does something wrong, like push on a door marked PULL. You want to call them a dumbass, or stupid? Fine, I can go along with that.

Just don't call them a retard. You have no idea how physically sick it makes me to hear that word used. You wouldn't use any of those others, up there. Stop using this one, too.

Walrilla
Father of a developmentally delayed, very mildly mentally retarded, extremely beautiful daughter, who I love very, very much.

And You Thought Your Child Was Stupid...

Take a look at these!

Redneck Skiing - Part 1




Redneck Skiing - Part 2



Idiots, right?

The idiot being pulled is my son. No, really! That's my son, being pulled around his friend's yard.

Yep, I'm so proud! Mah boy's gonna be an intarwebs celebrity!!11!!
(shakes head slowly)

Walrilla

A Long, Strange Trip

Sure am glad this wasn't me!

Walrilla

The Skunk Stunk, Alright!

Friday, my wife was busy with graduation, so I decided to take my daughter and my mother to a little restaurant in a Czech community about 30 minutes from our home.

As we were going along, we ran through a cloud of that unmistakable aroma of roadside carnage known as Dead Skunk In The Middle Of The Road. There's no confusing that aroma with anything else in the world.

While we wrinkled our noses, my daughter piped up from the back seat, "That was a stunk, wasn't it, Daddy?"

"Yeah, baby, that was a skunk."

Walrilla

Dang!

Well, the post below is no longer accurate. I'm still in the #1 spot, but it's from that post, and not the original one. Shucks!

Just to take my mind off of that, here's one of the funniest Family Guy skits I've ever seen.

Oh, and it's somewhat related, too! Bonus!



Now, that's some high-quality entertainment for ya!

Walrilla

A Monumental Achievement

I'm so proud!

Go to Google, and enter "fried food = juicy fart", without the quotation marks.

Look who's in the NUMBER 1 spot.

YEAH, BABY! WHOO-HOO!!

It's so nice to be recognized.

Walrilla