http://www.whitebuffalotruckee.com/dontbeachickenshit.aspx

everyone is by now aware that such a thing as similar sounds can mean very different thing.  I was looking up the language navajo as I had heard of the code talkers of ww2 and that chicken from english is very close to the navajo word for "shit"   thus would the above be a double negative of a phrase a poop poop?

this is a cayenne sauce similar I'd guess to a chalulah.

this is NOT mustard.  this is yellow pepper hot sauce.  itis called "amarillo" or yellow... you may learn to be

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the niche of hotsauces is good the same jokes so stale like oo kick my bottom, insanity ( to consume this) flames, death, hellfire, or even far ruder takeson the jokes.  okay I like mine warmer I doo.  I am wuss enough to admit 3 drops of the 1%er sauce i still own, is anough to make tuna salad nearly to spicy to consume.   nearly.

so far my favorite sauces are

tiger sauce occasionally still available at walmart-  this tamarind sauce is divine on chicken smoked over charcoal.

mango sauce because it is good on ice cream;)

chipotle pepper's adobo sauce because it adds very well to bison and beef

heiz chili peppers in vinegar  that dash livens up stewed greens

when in a pinch, ketchup, hotsauce, and mayonaise combine to make an adequate onion ring sauce.

do you ever ponder sting ring specials? (hot sauce so hot its hot...twice... tp in the freezer! STAT!!)

someone left a large cookie sheet of burnt  marijuanna cookie  on the porch... the horse dog visitor is wobby-legged.  prior to this a box on the porch was a box of joyous jam courtesy of @saintvi.  there was no honk this morning for work.  there was grand chat and a walk out round the bewitching hour.  there was red dwarf and beer...not red dwarf beer lol.  there was a mild break with peace to show I worry to much out the blue goggles of perspective. 

thus now is a big puppy terribly interested in her feet, me considering food mmm, those few hours it seems for the universe to float back to what it was. 

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for those aghast at what can happen in rocky mountain high land.... a: the stoned dog was helped to the couch to lay down so as to not romp and hurt herself... it wears off it isn't particularly toxic thus no big emergency.  next it IS funny it is.  it is nice my pg13 evening hope though not xxx throw down was pleasant. sure its a bummer apparently today isn'y "my day"  (workwise not getting immoral support) it is good in the sense that it is not a bad day... house is fairly clean and quiet thanks to a naughty bit of scrounging by the dog.  b: i live but dont imbibe or inhale dope. why? because i need no help off a cliff of perspective nor to be antisocial... do i dislike stoned puppy not the animal but the situation.  but as the title suggests it's a mad mad mad mad world. craziness! 

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 poor kona puppy was all drunk loopy stoned at 5 when daddy collected her.. she could still jump 5 feet over cinder blocks landing not as steady but still on her feet no spillout bamby legs on ice either.- she  like any animal I've seen got way spooked when I went potty and the room was empty and howling loud but.  there is again no lasting damage save making sure a BIG puppy doesn't get hurt when loopy.

is it cool to push a cork into a wine bottle when one needn't  display a cork nor impress a single soul save me with icy chilled wine?  perhaps.  I'm toasting on the fires of martha stewart hell for doing it all wrong andnot feeling guilty for said sin.

however I know its heavy and I know it bulky but if you lift a fence section one quarter of an inch off the ground and whoever infront or behind has to now lift struggle and bemoan your uselessness. because you have cost me now more effort and offered me no safety margins and are intent on doing it the laziest way possible I will not conclude that it is a dispensation with superfluous appearances but real live safety concerns.  one can not carry a fence section  hoping the nails will hold past what they're designed to hold like one inch of board   versus a whole section of fence.  one can carry a section from the middle or bottom rails vertically with help and move far swifter and safer because setting it down for a rest or obsticle is easy fast and planned for carrying it like an oversized pizza pie while it is easy it accounts for no corners nor safty even stting it down is an arduousness to do it safely.  this is why after 20 years of moving professionally i avoid doing too many things wrong.  it causes damage arguments and makes a five minute job a 10 minute war and 1 week healing period about 50% of the time.  am I though wrong to complain to do things right?

yes, because who needs complaints when it just needs to get done and they do not care.?.  but remember then next time you're out in the world railing about how unfair life can be, that you had a choice to acheive it correctly where more could be of use and included not divine like you how to work around laziness of the job.  or that safety counts from the beginning not after you get hurt.

yes one isn't to push a bottle's cork in because most want to see the proof of the wine they purchased ...not see it spilt for doing it wrong of taste yucky cork two hours later because you soaked the cork directly in the wine...  anyone knowing why this is bad may notice a wine chiller is neither flat bottle laying down nor a bottle stood straight up  nor is a fancy wine cellar...  there are reasons of the wine lasting logner tasting nicer. but.  such is the point above when it is or is not allowable to do it the wrong way.

I have a job to attend to tomorrow morning.  it will be interesting to see if this is a courtesy offering  or that I get the vote that while business allows for it I am worth that offer in truth.    it is however a requiem of freedom a durge of steppin to time less my own. 

da evening plan. it worked sorta.  but as the steinbeck title suggests, the plan to bag a experience failed.  however, I didn't get stood up on a meet out in the public land that is  good thing.

right now is red dwarf beers maybe wine.  the rare good loaf of bread I got, a loaf of rudi's sourdough  makes exquisite sammiches.  primarily tuna tuna and crisp bacon mmm

the band at bar nallan's eirish pub was a marching scottish bagpipe band, prior to which was a gal's dancing school irish step dancing.  the bottled' magner's was 4 bucks a bottle with a glass of ice was nice

I have my corned beef crackling crisped just cabbaging til done now  a simple thing of center cut brisket corned..john morrel brand I went to the comissary...3.25 lbs roughly.  six potatoes as i expect five mainly male guests... meaning I've at least 2 probably 3 potatoes and a tiny nob of meat left plus most of the corrots and cabbage   there was other stuff in the roasting pan good eidea for some other fool.  peeeled russets yes about the only time I will both with that past scalloped potatoes...and a rare showcase mashed potato from scratch.  baby carrots aplenty they're so colorful   nappa cabbage a medium sizer why because they likely wont be many leaves forever left it is potato and meat centric.  I expect enough only for corned beef hash tommorow... why? because I want that one.  breakfast at least would be polite.

I have layers and shorts as it's too cold without layers at night but I want some warmth to get a to be.  I have taken my drungs so if I have a festival I can possible rise to the occassion of it later  don't get old and have bad kidneys you too will sadly learn fast that the spirit will be willing but the flesh weak.  am i ashamed to say this no. because it's the truth and too many people swear to their reputation that they'll never admit anything which everything becomes public knowledge anyways why make it an embarrassing scandal later?  really a dumb thing that hurts the long term goals and short term ones of everyone.  don't tell me you're no freeak all of a sudden because you just learned foreplay is important all of a sudden if not paramount to mounting paramores.

now  i have a bottle of moscoto wine for the busch beer cooked roast... why because I'm weird.  ultimately the quintessential irish day party dish is american but more wine with dinner not the james gate product is just as irish.  I have for waiting til then negro modelo a very light bodied dark beer. perfect for  a noice meal.  I have naughty jelly and family planning devices because i'm stupid enou to mention that hope too to get ?

your jimmy buffet on!  why don't we get drunk and screw.

tis another retread.  suffer.  I offer up a shape poem you will notice because I said look like the rasping teeth of lust biting through our souls.  it needn't trip your trigger but i tried then as now to do just that.  enjoy, I'm off to cook a corned beef roast in scintilating suspedts of vegetation, taco somewhere in ther and try to waste a few family planning devices tomorrow evening.  yes to sin.  asshole even security tagged them and as usuall it's a cute check out girl you get to show the rubber box too fuck.  the origianal oriface oops naughty word the original impetess is outo woo the love affair lost horrifically that's the truth sorry if it offends don't embarassment place this before someone who chose better for herself yeah it still hurts yearish later but that isn't the point.. the point is it is the truth we all want.  without further ado...saw.

saw.

attired in only truth
I stand before you honestly
With all the storms that rage within
eyes flashing lightning offers for the future
if only the light reflects that offer within your eyes.

you ask for directions
as to answer I plainly point
follow with my eyes to my desire
they're alight upon your magic fires

The truth can touch
both with that of a gentleness-
how a fingertip caressing your creases
or perhaps the lips kisses whispering pleases

The truth can touch
also with a clenched grasp
a need of some desperation
afraid to accept the secret why
as hinted knives drop upon your ears

The breezes mingle
the red sweat of fears
oranged regrets borne
the white obvious of truth
the blue of lingering years
the yellow beauty friendship
and the green solace soothing
with purple's chance of enlightenment

each color shimmers
across the moments of you
how lavendered hair dances it's shrug
how your small of your back aches to display
forward your saucy smile catching who's caught looking
you know, all of what you got going on below your beltline?

to gently encircle
to move within you passion
of how I'd like to explore desire's fashion
of how you can breathe out your need in a gasp

as I grasp a hold of you 
how you squirm not away but closer
to be explore with each and every touch
to shout silently I too have hold of you at last

a gentle nibble
tasting the nape of your neck
where desire's pools just moments below
arch closer closer exposing your lusting needs
I can't help but here the gasp you let the secret escape

it is time to question 
the answers of your eyes
I'm looking for hope's brightness
I'm trying not to steal your secret sighs
I see room to steal a kiss hello not goodbye

shining and cool
with a moisture sweet
the promises continue
please need me as if whispered
and don't ask how what where when and why

the trailing lips glide 
just down your jaw line
a breath pulled in from your chin
seems to shudder within you a truth
is your ears need for a nibble from my tooth

gone for now is the need
the need to speak of love
but of exploring your treasure
no asked why but of yes or no in your eye

closer still I press
testing for meanings 
within each stroked caress
one of how gently flowing and fine -
your hair flowing like a rive through these hands

or how my hand promises
to stir your pools of desires
gently circling and kneading
with a tongue tracing nipple medallions.

a kiss upon the zenith
of your solar plexus arched
gently jiggling desires above
tracing again  just why you move around

a kis now for your heart
how it must beat in it's cage
the glistening of your skin glowing
and how you rise and fall within each breath
how each should without finger seek s to hold on tight

a kiss  as I trace
the similarity of symmetry
of two hills and a valley deep
of how smooth your landscape is
found again a fountain head on which to drink

how you back ungulates 
to accommodates waves of air
and also of the needs there

time drifts
slowly away

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I'm back from a second stroll to the booze shack and I have a rare smile.  good micro brew?  really??

hoss. rye lager from Great Divide Brewing Co.?  lame  ame great brew.  anyone who's followed my beer tastes knows I'm a horrible sinner favoring big company beer appreciating industry versus craft.  I evennnn have this huge sin that says I know scientifically you fools favoring bottle only encourage shittier beer why because a 100 m can line makes a better product lasting longer and if it through a potted plant it's a more stable controlled consistant beer.  it just is and most of you by cash spent think so.  but here is a rare enough exception to my rule thaat good beer must be assed produced in a can.... a micro craft brew rye lager.

not necessarily available in you shit burg.  Great Divide brewing company's Hoss rye lager.

oh no I'm not anywhere Near an Alway Buy Colorado guy oh no no no..

Joshua Kadisson once crooned "do you love me lady jane lady jane" on his painted desert serenade album of fame in the earlier nineties... I am being facetious I know, but wouldn't it have been funny if the video showed him playing solitare..the game of that same name?  ahar har har

Reo speedwagon of course has the you can tune a piano but you cant tuna fish. 

what have you thought up things to really mean?

love songs about solitaire...ahh

the hug of freedom which is duh anything but a hug even if it's embraced

  pun with me