Thudly Returns...

I've been building stuff all my life. As a sideline, I do remodeling work and repair for a couple of landlords, between them they own 12 rental properties. (plus they buy houses, we remodel them and sell them....we did one property last year that cost 70K and sold for 495K) Mostly a lot of paint and texture work. I also do tile and hardwood floors.
Masonry...I have a neighbor that's a mason..he takes those jobs for me. I get plenty of work anyway. I like my regular job, so that's why I just do this stuff as a sideline.

 

Christ! I actually go on a work spree for a week, and all you nice fuck-dums get to pretend you're "STONE MASONS"!


As the gen-exer's say, "AS IF!"

I guess I better stay drunk, on-line and aware, or else the phoney-baloney people will take over this forum.


BTW-- Anybody need some pretty kitties? My constant-machine-slut-cat just presented me with 5 more useless kittens; however-- they are cute.

 

i aint no mason n i dont want none of yer fuggly kitties.... feel better now?

 

Never ever pretended to being a stone mason. Like I said, I get a real mason to do those jobs. My apologies if you were offended.

 

dont mine thudly,, hes just a DRUNK arrogant asshole when hes on here..

as far as bein a mason??

i sure as hell aint,,however,,i did build my chimney an hearth for my wood stove 15 years ago an it aint fell down err burnt the house down yet,,so i reckin i did ok..

thudly,, shut the fuck up an drink another pint of vodka..

love n light..

 

But really, does it sound like I was trying to say I'm a mason?
...............

 

man thudly wheres his private parts on his brain,,an in his own words there swollen to the size of cantalopes..

hes got nuthin left but to revel in what a man he was many moons ago,,,an work a few days a month between drunks..

man hes one ugly fucker,,..

i looked for a pic bein hes a novelist, but they just got the front cover of his book,..

an trust me his book reads like he types..

whatever that meens//../??

 

a bit touchy are we?

 

why would you build a chimney for a wood stove and how is it supported?

 

I dunno, it seems to me when your living off the land so to speak, you become many professions, wearing many 'hats'.

When I learned how to manuver my hubby's backhoe. I then became a Backhoe Operator and when we bought the farm, I became a Farmer, when I planted my flowers I became a gardener. When I whip up a splended meal I then am transformed into a Chef. When I stich up a cut I become a doctor. When I roll and perm my mother-in-laws hair, I am a hairstylist... When I drink too much I become a Drunk!!!

 

Worked all last week and this week doing a stone job,starting another next week but i'm really a grandpa ...good morning

 

Mornin' Grandpa

 

Here's a tip of the hat to all you wanna-be stone masons!


Just to try and perchance succeed, means you are artists.

Remember-- Michelangelo, before he carved "David" or "Le Pieta" (sp.?) , began by by cutting curbstones.

Keep a'beatin'!

Apropos of nothing, I thought I'd throw this in--

"I love those Yellow Sun records from Nashville,

Up north nobody buys them, but I will!"

Yeah, it's a contest: first person with the name of the song and the band wins a shipment of cute cats , pronto.

Hint: the lead singer and songwriter also wrote the theme song for the TV show "WELCOME BACK KOTTER".

This contest is only for we old fizzles, circa 70's.

 

john Sabastian

nashville cats and you can keep them

 

stone work is all technique.Everybody wants to call me a fucking artist but i ain't...just did too many drugs in school and couldn't get a real job.

 

you can call me haha

 

Gate68 wins the free basket of kitties-- they are their mewling way, in care of Webmaster Skip, who, by the way, kindly sent me a Happy Birthday e-mail.


Yes, the sex-toy Burl is 59. (Closer to 60, if you count the 9 months fermenting in my mum's womb!)

Ta ta!

 

I shot a pregnant cat to night. She was from her mother's litter-- just born in April-- pregnant for the first, and, last time..


I had nine cats-- now , I have 8.

I'm out of 12 gauge shells-- when I get them tomorrow, I'm going to kill every goddamn cat I see. I asked you cat-lovers to take them.

You declined.

This is the violent result: a feline Holacaust.

 

i just bashed a 1 day old crippled peep witha monkey wrench..

i guess i can call that my desert...

cause i was eatin in the discussion that lead up to it..


you choose the life you lead,,..

you do what ya feel must be done..
dont use us as ye scapegoat..

love in light

 

I don't blame anyone, except the plu-perfect prick that dropped off the first cat. Since I live in the country, every no-good asshole city-boy that has an unwanted cat, thinks I need one to keep the mice under control.

Wrongo.

I have creatures in my house-- I've seen them-- that are more effiecient than fire-hugging cats: black-snakes. They bother me not a whit, and they don,t need a litter box.