last year around this time i was droning on about my plant donald and challenged the international readership to guess what sort of plant donald would turn into upon reaching maturity, IN CASE YOU FORGOT.
when we moved a few weeks back i dug donald up and brought him with me much to the chagrin of the lovely mrs myshkin, she still calls him a weed. well, donald has sprung to life! he was a little wilted when i planted him but in the last week it's as if jesus himself tossed a little holy water on the little guy. behold:
it looks like donald will be an early bloomer this year so get your guesses in quick.
things are looking pretty bleak at the cracker factory but as i like to say, who gives a shit. i'm praying my brains out that things are going to go like this tomorrow when my times come to meet with the queen of mean:
i love you sons of bitches
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He's got a better head of hair than his namesake Trump, I'll give him that. When is he expected to flower or bear fruit?
I had a pet plant named Mel ouat. He had two buddies whose names I don't recall because they were named after a rock 'n roll trio, and the plants were, er, of suspect lineage.
Yeah, who gives a shit, retirement is great.
So I guess Donald isn't an annual.
gb - i think he's getting ready to flower very soon. well, it's been over 2 years so it's not as if he's rushing himself.
bob - if there's 2 things i like they're personification and alliteration.
bill - nope, i hope donald's a perennial.
CLEAN DESK CLUB...
i've lived to fight another day at the cracker factory.
They dodged a bullet!
Billy, my friend, glad to see that Donald's still standing firm and growing stronger. My 'pig farming' botany expertise tells me that 'old Donald' could well indeed be a Garlic Mustard. Kinda looks similar. The only true way to find out if this is the true and inevitable case is to simply strip off naked, run round the l'al fella five times, gently rub your arse across the top of the leaves, and if your arse comes out in a rash, then it's most _definitely_ the aforementioned, i.e. a Garlic Mustard. :-P
Hope you squared-up to the Queen Of Mean, mate, told her how it is and how things stand, and resultantly, she'll have realised that blokes like your good self are worth their weight in gold, and as such, she may have had the stiffened nipples to resign and offer her post to someone more worthy of such a post, i.e. your good self, Billy. :-P
Nah, seriously, mate, hope things worked out OK, and that she came to her senses when you fought your corner, my friend.
To You & Yours, I Wish You a Happy & Peaceful 'Starry' Night!
Take Care & Stay Lucky!
Peace,
Steve...
PS Hope the somewhat unconventional and bizarre, and to many, unbelievable, 'five times around, arse-itch' Garlic Mustard test helps to identify good old Donald! :-P
Ciao!
Billy, shit, sorry, mate, just read that you've lived to fight another day at the Cracker Factory, mate. Nice one, my friend. All the very best and well done!
Take Care & Stay Lucky!
Peace,
The Botanist...
Fuck the cracker factory.
thims - i think maybe they bit the bullet.
farmer - the way donald grew this week i'm thinking the little son of a bitch might well be a weed. i always value the opinions of farmers and master mechanics.
bill - the cracker factory almost fucked me but i was very well prepared for the meeting.
i took a shit and brushed my teeth.
You should always take a shit and brush your teeth before telling those at the cracker factory to fuck off.
And wear your best tie, and smile at the cocksuckers when you tell them to fuck off.
Awesome news about Donald, BP. And I hope your meeting went well at the cracker factory. You need to live to fight another day just like Donald.
bill - as a matter of fact i did wear a nice tie and well ironed shirt. didn't want to give the bitch any easy advantages.
mr shife - thank you for your support once again.
Ties can come in handy for hangings.
can't do a rodney dangerfield imitation without a tie either.
Doc Teri is in Louisiana at her mothers bedside, taking her own sweet time at dying. Said she will post again after after she gets caught up on things, expect another post in about a year.
Billy, sir, I have to indeed say, or should I say that, I am indeed compelled to say just how much immense and intense knowledge that I learn about life's complexities as a result of reading your wonderful blog, squire.
After all, I didn't get where _I_ am today by sitting in a dark room, lying on a sofa, drinking coffee; _I_ turned the lights on, put on my shades, drank pots of tea and took on the world [especially that of pig farming]! :-P
To You & Yours [not forgetting Donald], I Wish You a Happy & Peaceful 'Starry' Night!
Take Care & Stay Lucky!
Peace,
Farmer Giles, always glad to help...
Who gives a shit ?
Doc Teri's mother died last night. The fucking bitch has a lot of nerve moving on without us.
sympathies to doctari
you might be right fucking behind her.
Doesn't matter, I spend a lot of time wondering why the fuck I'm still here.
Maybe I'm still here so I can take Harry for one more ride, over a fucking cliff. Hahahahahaha
A fucking death should be interesting being as it is the last fucking thing you are doing here.
KILLED MYSELF WHEN I WAS YOUNG...
Great film of some famous racecourses and drivers.
A great WTG, off the cliff into the Strait of Juan de Fuca.
That's exactly what that woman did in her old Dodge van about five years ago off Marine drive in Sequim. The road there makes a 90* turn and she just kept strait on.
Hahaha.
strait on I said; that's a joke son.
He keeps pitching 'em, and you keep missing 'em.
Blink twice if any of this is sinkin in, son.
....... was only a "30 foot" cliff into 3 feet of water but she was probably going 80/90 mph.
The Coasties (respect) actually got to her right away and she was air-lifted to Seattle but she was all busted up.
Pic of the rig in the drink-
http://www.komonews.com/news/local/104504344.html?mobile=y
sorry to hear about doc's mother.
the fucking cracker factory turned up the heat today.
Crackers need heat to cook.
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