…because there are no standards like double standards.
Scott Alfter
6 Apr 2018

…because there are no standards like double standards.
So Onniversary went to Kingman this year, and we’re checked into a very old-school motel on Route 66. We handed out rooms in front of this mural. Note the P in a triangle on the tail of the B-17…that was the mark of the 384th Bomb Group, in which my grandfather was a tailgunner in WWII. Two weeks ago, I was at Wendover, where the 384th trained before shipping out to England. Now we’re in Kingman, where they did gunnery training. The hash has been taking me to some interesting places this year.
First patch of the weekend…cost was only six shots of Fireball in 13 minutes. :)
How is there still traffic on the 15 at 1 AM?
I forgot until I was about to head out the door that I have the day off, since it’s Good Friday…now it makes sense that various departments were bringing in lunch yesterday. It also means that I should be able to make it to the Onniversary prelube after all. :)
Since we’re only joking, perhaps it would be appropriate to schedule a one-way offshore helicopter ride for this asshole:
That was fun…we need to do something like this again. :)
So this is going down this evening…:)
I might be getting somewhat back into shape:
What’s this turdburglar doing as the spokesrat for shredding the Second Amendment? He wasn’t even at the school when the shooting occurred. The Lügenpresse has passed him off as a survivor. The only thing he’s survived is his mother not deciding to go see the abortionist: