After long and complete dedicated thinking. I have come to the decission to  clean up my comedy a little bit. I  have decided that I use way too much fucking profanitys in my shit. The vulgar nature of my bitch whore style of motherfucking around isn't sutible to all the viewers that may stumble across my videos. I especially want to curb my jokes concerning the cock suckers and vagi-lesbo carpet munchers. I think that any brown pounder or dildo wrangler that watched some of my videos would be more offended than some of the self-rightious mommy haters that it is often ass injected deep throat cough intended. I promise you (my faithfull viewers.) That I have rellied far to much on the slut reel to drive home my punch lines like a donky dick in a chickens ass. And tommorow it stops. I promise that after i hit the publish button on this blog, that I will only post clean funny comedy that is safe for all audiences. Not the Porpus pussy'd, maggot ass'd, vile tounge, nun fucking crap  that I have done in the past.
I want to be more Dave Thomas and less Coloniel Sanders. Thanks for letting me pick the corn out of my shit and from this moment on The vulgarity stops.  Shit I spilled my fucking pepsi, Jesus fucking Christ , Mother fucker.AMEN.

I subscribed to twitter about, I don't know, maybe a year ago.
 I don't know what I expected, maybe that I would meet people who liked videos and fun stuff and help get the laughter spread around a little bit, you know like minded people.
 
I now understand that the only people who subscribe to my tweets are whores. Why is that?
Im always getting sunnyflower is now following you on twitter, I click on the profile  and Guess what?

Yep a WHORE!
  You know I don't understand this? I mean I live in the Rockie Mountains, why do I need a date in Boston anyway? And I don't want to watch her web cam either. Now if I had a nice relation ship with a great gal and she wanted to webcam me. thats different, web dates are cool. But  do these women understand they are the end of every sick joke Satan can think of?

(greatest SNL joke of all time.)
Its not like I am stamping on someones right to do what they want or anything, I just wish they wouldn't twit-stalk me. I click on  the strawberry moon is now following on twitter button and its a Whore.

 Oh well. I guess I just wish one real-normal non-sex industrialized person would twitt me. I guess I am just wishing for to much. Well have a great day to all and if you work in the sex trade I hope you find this blog offensive in the worse way and "STAY THE FUCK OFF MY GRASS WHORE!"

 

I'm dressing as a bear. I'm stocked up on Giant Pixi sticks (Thanks to Ketteelf-great Idea.) I also have a couple dozen  tubs of Cotton Candy and a hundred blow pops. I figure the cotton candy is for the little little kids, the Pixi sticks are one per person, and the blowpops are back up. I'm in gear for halloween and maybe even do a mid shift wardrobe change. Yes Thanks to my video hobby, I have managed to secure quite the theatrical wardrobe. Imagine that. Bear for an hour- elvis for a while- big foot for a few moments, and clownfather out the midnight. well I have come up with a new recipe of the week and me and hershey are going to sorce it out now and maybe get it up today. what about you? What s the skinny for your halloween?

Well, It was a great week. I saw hundreds of elk, I didn't kill anything, but all my buddies did. I was hunting Bull(AKA Monster) And they hunted cows which are easier to hunt because they are more abundant. I did locate MONSTER. Yes I looked him up like an old friend that you would visit just because you were layed over in his or her town for a few hours. It took a lot of detective work, and after my expert tracking skills were lost in the forest for hours and all my freinds decided to only allow me to hunt  on the road. I Met a kid named Greg. He knew where MO NSTER  lived and gave me directions over to his general area. So I fired up the old dodge and took a drive over the range a few miles. I thought to myself " Wow MONSTER has really moved up in the world. MONSTER now  resides on the highest Golf Course in NORTH AMERICA Yes he's a celebrity. He's a 9X7 MONSTER bull and has come to the understanding that no one can shoot him as long as he lives on or around the ninth t.   It was good to see the old man doing so well. I saw him and then went for a ride and saw  some big horn sheep. I heard a mountain lion. I also had the privalage of wathcing a herd of Cows cross a meadow, If you ever get the chance to watch a lead cow work her herd, watch, its amazing- she's like a drill sergant. I watched them through the binoc-s  and wondered how she got in charge, was it a Vote? Was it by appointment? I remember setting there watching them and their chain of command thinking to myself -GOOGLE- . Well I got to go Google the elk chain of command so you guys have a good day.1 elk = 1 freezer full to the top of vinison. Not for me looks like another VAN-CAMP Christmas.

Well its that time of year again. Elk season. Yes though I hate the thought of animal cruelty, Elk hunting is a tradition of mine and its time once again to embark on the annual adventure. This year once again I am off to the deep dark woods to search for my sacred beast lovingly refered here in as MONSTER.  (What you are about to read isa true story.)
 I met MONSTER about nine years ago, I had never been Elk hunting and hadn't been deer hunting for several years, I had become quite urbanized and really didn't feel the need to macho out with the ball sweat.  My nearest and dearest best friend Rod asked me if I'd like to tag along on his Elk hunt- just to see if I would like it. So I went, hey mountains and beer, what could go wrong?
Well there I wasdressed up like the Great Pumpkin from Charlie Brown's Sack full of Fucking Rocks again- and I topped a hill and there in the valley was this ginormouse-king of the foret-Bambies bad ass biker uncle-MONSTER. MONSTER was six feet tall at the shoulder his rack with his head back went beond his ass haunches. MONSTER refers to himself in the third party.
There was a russel in the bushes and MONSTER turned and disapeared into the dense vegitation below the mountain back drop. This was our sighn to move across the valley and we did. Well sort of.....
Half way across the valley I became distanced from my hevily armed freind about fifty yards and I noticed the ground wasn't solid at all It was frosty topped and muddy under so everytime you stepped you slipped a little and stuck alot. I Felt the earth shake, the heavy brush mowed down I looked up and like a freight train out of controll weezing and whishing snort and blow MONSTER.... And we were on a collision course. I ran the chicken dance run. Screaming like a little girl, I ran but MONSTER corrected his path I went left-MONSTER went left, I ran right- MONSTER ran right. Finally seconds before Impact I  screached to my friend "SHOOT THIS MOTHERFUCKER!!!!" The mountains echo'd MOTHERFUCKER,MOTHERfucker,MOTHerfucker,motherfucker.....MONSTER yeilded an inch and I felt the wind and smell from his side as his shoulder and flank brushed against my arm.
MY freind said, "You know people come up here all their life and never get that close to an animal like that, you should feel good about that." I always respond with a Fuck you, I almost got hit by a truck once and I didn't  like that either.  So I have gone every year since. More gear, more ammo. If I find him again I don't know if I can shoot him. Maybe I'll just shoot around him just to pay him back. God bless see ya around the end of the month.
S

Well then. Its a simple example of a modifed atempt to recognize or institute an uncomfortable truce. A statement that can erupt or fade into the subconcious and linger for months or years for a completion. This Dog ear of the mental anguished, complete with fragmented meaning, lurks to compound future escalated discussions. Well then. Often misunderstood as a symbol of defeat it is in fact often an acnowledgement of questionable stupidity upon its recipient. An argument after all is never really finished, is it? Well then. Well then is reactivated and continued with the simple statements  AND WHAT ABOUT THE TIME?  OH YEA WELL AT LEAST I AM NOT-WELL THEN-. Well then re-enters your life again. Well then most always is picked back up in the second half of many football games.  Moments before an important golf outing or fishing trip. Well then finds its way into your life after smoking cigars in the garage with some work buddies or having a few to many  at the local REST AND RECOUPERATIVE ALCOHOL DISPENSARy in your local area. Well then travails exquisidley upon any defeat of mechanical nature or upon your failure to recognize a more trained skill set is in order. Be aware of the evil Well Then. It is not your freind. Freind.- Oh and  I have found that if you need to talk to someone about something very important, don't take them to a restaurant that has a swimming pool with high divers. Its hard to work a conversation with actors doing back flips off your table. Well Then.