“You’re too pretty to be happy in prison”
ROFLOL!!
There’s another website that I frequent (military), we joke about Stoopid Criminals being issued kneepads and becoming the latest employee of the BTJT (Bubba, Thor, Julio and Tiny) Prison Deli, home of the Deli Dog, smothered in underwear and man-meat mayo (and other such rude, crude, and socially unacceptable jokes).
So you DO know where the whole trousers sagging look originated, don’t you? When B, T, J or T wanted to let others know his “girlfriend” pants down low to allow someone to more quickly enjoy their services. Then when the well-used guy got he just continued to wear his pants that way but without telling the regular people what it meant. Since some groups virtually worship ex-convict “tough guys” it caught on and became “cool”. LOL I always chuckle when some wanna-be “tough guy” walks around signalling that he is some convict’s butt monkey. As an aside I have asked many you g women whether they actually found sagging to be attractive and nary a one has answered in the affirmative – EVER!
(Wish we had an “edit” function.) What I meant to write above was: When B, T, J or T wanted to let others know his “girlfriend” was available he would have “her” wear her pants down low to allow someone to more quickly enjoy their services.
Sign ofthe times. Just a couple of hours before undergoing heart surgery a man told his friend that “his only concern was that he hoped his surgeon wasn’t hired to fill a racial or gender quota.” Would it surprise you to know that as a person with a heart issue which WILL kill me without surgical intervention I have a similar fear?
Ah, but Jason, that is tbe problem these days. Even in the medical profession is rife with “equity” (which is all about equality of outcome rather than of opporfunity) and hospitals all over the U.S. are hiring based solely upon ethnicity and NOT upon professional competence. Pretty much all the hospitals staff devoted to “diversity, equity & inclusion” to make sure the hospital has the “correct/proper” percentage of “persons of color” on staff and technical competence be damned! I try to be careful who I let cut on me. Back in the 90s when it was discovered that I had not one but TWO badly ruptured disks on my neck when I asked my GP physician to give me a referral I asked him fkr the name of tbe man who he send his SON to. I wasn’able to get in with that particular doctor but I was seen by a member of the recommended doctor’s practic and I figured the best neurosurgical group in the city would be likely to attract and hire the very best anyone but the very best. But that was andifferent time. These days a lot of schools let in people who ought not to be. I don’t give a damn what color the doctor is. Only thing I want to know is if his skill level is sufficiently high to make it likely I would wake up after the procedure. When it comes time to operate on my heart if I am not comfortable with the surgeon at the VA I’ll DAMNED WELL find a surgeon who people I trust would trust with their life! I’m on medicare andI know the procedure I’m likely to neednis covered. In the early tens I had a P.A. damned near let me die because she did not proavtively follow up on some disturbing blood work. I just happened to see the actual.doc and he spotted the problem right off. That P.A. left that particular doctor’s practice less than a year later. It turned out that I had a usually-fatal liver problem and I might have otherwise gone 6 months or more before the problem was diagnosed. Make no bones about it. In 2012 I was diagnosed with a liver issue with a 5-year survival rate south of 5%. By rights I ought to be doen the way from my folks at Ft Sam Houston national cemetary. But some how the disease went into remission and my liver is almost good as new. But an extra six months delay in developing ghe diagnoses and treatment could have killed me. For that reason I am real leery of affirmative action students and professional.hires.
This was the day I was released from the hospital from surgery.
I remember wanting to sit here, but couldn’t handle it, I just
wanted a smoke and sleep 😉
Jenna really plays dirty. You go Jenna. Those guys will crying in their soup soon enough.
“You’re too pretty to be happy in prison”
ROFLOL!!
There’s another website that I frequent (military), we joke about Stoopid Criminals being issued kneepads and becoming the latest employee of the BTJT (Bubba, Thor, Julio and Tiny) Prison Deli, home of the Deli Dog, smothered in underwear and man-meat mayo (and other such rude, crude, and socially unacceptable jokes).
So you DO know where the whole trousers sagging look originated, don’t you? When B, T, J or T wanted to let others know his “girlfriend” pants down low to allow someone to more quickly enjoy their services. Then when the well-used guy got he just continued to wear his pants that way but without telling the regular people what it meant. Since some groups virtually worship ex-convict “tough guys” it caught on and became “cool”. LOL I always chuckle when some wanna-be “tough guy” walks around signalling that he is some convict’s butt monkey. As an aside I have asked many you g women whether they actually found sagging to be attractive and nary a one has answered in the affirmative – EVER!
(Wish we had an “edit” function.) What I meant to write above was: When B, T, J or T wanted to let others know his “girlfriend” was available he would have “her” wear her pants down low to allow someone to more quickly enjoy their services.
Yes the edit button disappeared. You used to have 5 min. to edit your comment.
I can hear Jenna saying all this in a nice, soft, slow southern drawl. (Georgia, Alabama, Carolina, take your pick)
That soft, female Cajun accent.
Born on the bayou.
Ohhhh, me like. Soft, slow Cajun drawl. Melt me like buttah.
I found this graphic up at American Thinker and had to share:
https://www.americanthinker.com/images/bucket/2021-12/234497_5_.jpg
Sign ofthe times. Just a couple of hours before undergoing heart surgery a man told his friend that “his only concern was that he hoped his surgeon wasn’t hired to fill a racial or gender quota.” Would it surprise you to know that as a person with a heart issue which WILL kill me without surgical intervention I have a similar fear?
Bill, personally, I don’t care who operates on me, so long as they are the best qualified for the task excluding any non medical qualifications…
Ah, but Jason, that is tbe problem these days. Even in the medical profession is rife with “equity” (which is all about equality of outcome rather than of opporfunity) and hospitals all over the U.S. are hiring based solely upon ethnicity and NOT upon professional competence. Pretty much all the hospitals staff devoted to “diversity, equity & inclusion” to make sure the hospital has the “correct/proper” percentage of “persons of color” on staff and technical competence be damned! I try to be careful who I let cut on me. Back in the 90s when it was discovered that I had not one but TWO badly ruptured disks on my neck when I asked my GP physician to give me a referral I asked him fkr the name of tbe man who he send his SON to. I wasn’able to get in with that particular doctor but I was seen by a member of the recommended doctor’s practic and I figured the best neurosurgical group in the city would be likely to attract and hire the very best anyone but the very best. But that was andifferent time. These days a lot of schools let in people who ought not to be. I don’t give a damn what color the doctor is. Only thing I want to know is if his skill level is sufficiently high to make it likely I would wake up after the procedure. When it comes time to operate on my heart if I am not comfortable with the surgeon at the VA I’ll DAMNED WELL find a surgeon who people I trust would trust with their life! I’m on medicare andI know the procedure I’m likely to neednis covered. In the early tens I had a P.A. damned near let me die because she did not proavtively follow up on some disturbing blood work. I just happened to see the actual.doc and he spotted the problem right off. That P.A. left that particular doctor’s practice less than a year later. It turned out that I had a usually-fatal liver problem and I might have otherwise gone 6 months or more before the problem was diagnosed. Make no bones about it. In 2012 I was diagnosed with a liver issue with a 5-year survival rate south of 5%. By rights I ought to be doen the way from my folks at Ft Sam Houston national cemetary. But some how the disease went into remission and my liver is almost good as new. But an extra six months delay in developing ghe diagnoses and treatment could have killed me. For that reason I am real leery of affirmative action students and professional.hires.
Wouldn’t mind that elf sitting in my lap.
Fighters are deployed? Interesting.
Also interesting, Bloodhound isn’t a sphere or a cylinder with rounded ends.
This was the day I was released from the hospital from surgery.
I remember wanting to sit here, but couldn’t handle it, I just
wanted a smoke and sleep 😉