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I'm Fat (for me...)

182 Damn. 10.2% Body Fat.

Goals
5-31 170
6-30 165

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three pink plastic lawn flamingos, the momma, the daddy and two
babies. in good shape except the momma has a bullet hole. will
trade for a good dog or weed eater, will also consider any kind
of alcohol as long as it ain't been opened up.

Climb High, Clmb Hard, Live Free

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47 Miles

Went for a little ride today.
Kirkland
Juanita
Kenmore
Puddinville
Snoqualmie Valley
Ames Lake
Marymoor
Old Red Road
Kirkland

Golf scoring wins again!

Yet another reason to hate GOLF. What a self absorbed horse's ass. I outta mail this fucker a letter bomb.

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Kinda fitting since his goose is cooked. :)

I have no question mark.

So my keyboard in Husband Land aka Cubby Land quit working. Bizzare....Think about that one for a while. Take off a punctuation from your keyboard. What would you miss. The question mark. Everything else you could just get by if you just spaced between words folks would get it Eventually Right Maybe Not.

So what do I do with a keyboard who's question mark doesn't work.....question mark...

Try it. Take a key off your keyboard and they write around the fact that you don't have that letter. Where would you get so furstrated that you couldn't communicate I'm really high so that doesn't matter much to me right now. Isn't that kinda cool.....question mark...

You're at work. On email, How long would you function with no question mark
.....question mark........question mark........question mark...

Now take that a step further. Can you think of someone who if their keyboard question mark quit working, how long would it be before they even noticed.....question mark........question mark...

You think wild stuff when you're high. I guess this counts. The Rastafarians believe that the smoking of ganja puts you closer to your true self as you question many things. Do you need to be high to be aware.....question mark........question mark........question mark........question mark........question mark...

Think THAT. Could you train your brain to achieve the feeling from being high.....question mark...Is that possible.....question mark...Bizarre.....question mark...

AND NOW...Think THAT. Holy Shit, I just forgot what I was going to type.

How could that be anymore beautiful.....question mark...

WTF

Last weekend, I noticed my upper gluets were really sore. That night I went to bed and was in pain. I couldn't figure it out why or how. I hadn't gone for a ride, or a run in a couple of weeks. Certainly wasn't unloading a truck load of floor dry....college....long ago.

I just realized...I smoked a joint and ended up dancing to reggae music for a couple of hours easy. I guess dancing for two hours is hard. Now. For Me. Weird.... I'm pretty sure I've never had those words come across my vocabulary. Ever.

Think about it. When is the last time you danced for an extended time period. Seriously....

I could run 5 miles tomorrow and not be as sore as I was two hours of dancing. Dancing is harder. Dunno. Whatcha think......

A Table....

I'm trying to build a table in blogger. Wow....I don't know how to do this. Something probably pretty simple. Maybe this is this a sign of my age, and that technology is passing me by...

Check it out. A modern Jesus....

Marley was born in the small village of Nine Mile in Saint Ann Parish, Jamaica as Nesta Robert Marley. A Jamaican passport official would later swap his first and middle names. Norval was a Marine officer and captain, as well as a plantation overseer, when he married Cedella Booker, a black Jamaican then eighteen years old. Norval provided financial support for his wife and child, but seldom saw them, as he was often away on trips. In 1955, when Marley was 10 years old, his father died of a heart attack at age 60. He once reflected:

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I don't have prejudice against himself. My father was a white and my mother was black. Them call me half-caste or whatever. Me don't dip on nobody's side. Me don't dip on the black man's side nor the white man's side. Me dip on God's side, the one who create me and cause me to come from black and white.