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Wednesday, August 31, 2005 Hurricane Katrina Just finally brought myself to watch the news this evening, thus being the footage of the ravage of Katrina. I have only one bitch for the day, "Get Those People Some Help Over There Already", the entire town of New Orleans is flooded due to the hurricane. Biloxi Mississippi and many other Gulf Coast towns are disaster areas. The death tole in New Orleans alone has reached 1000. Now I have my daily bitches as I live off the grid with a compost shitter... not enough battery left to make popcorn, can't watch the movie tonight, sometimes I don't want to deal with my compost shitter, the water pressure is low, the list goes on. I do however have a roof over my head, I have food to eat with a stove to cook on, I have drinking water, I can go get gas if my car is empty.... I have a home, what more could I ask for? My heart goes out to the thousands of folks who are without a home, shitter, water to drink, food to eat, and their beloved pets... I really hope they get some help very soon. I wish I could help them.... Good night folks and little kids in New Orleans and abroad... I will be thinking about you. 
PBF-Drug Store Just got back from my doctor. More pills. Yay. I hate taking pills that don't like, relax your muscles or make you see sound and hear colors. Back on the blood pressure meds. They took my pressure and it was 153/95. Cripes man. I'm only 27. I not supposed to have high blood pressure yet, am I? Now i get to go to one of my other three doctors tomorrow. Sheesh. Anyone want a Prozac?
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Walmart Pimp! So I go to Walmart yesterday.....not because I want to, but because I have to. I hate Walmart. I put it off until it is an absolute must that I go. Anyway, I wanted to buy my son a Leap Frog toy, which of course the fuckers did not have. So my 6 months old son and I are cruising the toy aisles trying to find the next educational toy when I see someone walk by. I see out of the corner of my eye the person stopped so I looked up. Huge mistake...I made eye contact. Thus begins the saga of being stalked in the toy section at Walmart. Now he is trying to be manly and check out hotwheels and action figures while I am trying to make my decision (because the fuckers did not have the one I wanted...thought I would remind you) I am just completely ignoring this guy. He is checking out my ass and even has the nerve to soflty whistle at me as I turn the corner. My ass is not whistle worthy at this moment and it is at this point I realize I am dealing with a real psycho........wait a minute that is my own insecurities talking. Back to the story. So this goes on for about fifteen minutes. I have my son with me and you would think that might detour someone. I guess he never thought that I could possibly be married (thank god I am not) Finally he gets the nerve to say something and what a stupid something it was. He walks up behind me and says "smile honey it can't be that bad". Men this is not a good line because the fact of the matter is....it can be that bad you have no idea what is going on in my life and you are a presumptuous fuck for thinking that you do. I wanted to spin around and say......If I wanted to fucking I smile I would, but I tend not to just run around with a stupid fucking smile plastered on my face for no fucking reason you fucking cocksucker now go back to the fucking hole you came from, but I didn't. I just kinda threw my hand up in there air and said I am just in a hurry. As to say.....leave me alone asshole, but in polite way! He took the cue and buzzed off! I just wonder what possesses a man to believe that a chick with an infant in the toy section of Walmart is a prime target. Honestly, men just piss me off, but that is another blog on another day. Moral of the story.......Walmart is not a pick up joint. If you are like me you are there for a purpose and it is not to find a man. That is the one thing they are not selling YET!
Morning This sucks. Being up early sucks. Not that bad when you have these 2 lovely ladies to wake up to though. I highly recommend finding 2 of your own. I am watching telly and there is a midget swigging liquor straight from the bottle. Why is it that when a midget does anything, I find it hilarious? A midget could snort cocaine off of a rhino's cock and I would laugh my ass off. Mostly because I would like the see the size comparison of a midget and a rhino cock. Wow. it's 5am and I mentioned rhino cock. I need a drink.
Tuesday, August 30, 2005 Oh Sid  OK. I cannot deny that I have a sick, twisted, infatuation with Simon Ritchie. This came from viewing PBF's profile where there is yet another pic of him. I did not know who it was, yet I was fascinated, minus the bandaged elbow caused from, "riding the horse". I own the Sex Pistols, Never Mind the Bollocks casette but had never seen Sid Vicious. I don't find that many men REALLY attractive, but this dead man along with Jude Law are my top two. Just wish I could have attended one of those concerts back in the late 70's, I would have stopped at nothing if you know what I mean!!
Welcome PBF I would just like to welcome peanutbutterfilthy to our blog. Your contribution will be much appreciated. This is going to be good... Team Whistler71
Here Is My Pic!  I am the one with the tongue out.
Hello! Well, I lied. I am posting today again. I am the new contributer to these 2 hot ladies' blog. You will shut up and like it! The PBF controls all!
Monday, August 29, 2005 Sawney Bean was a sick fuck! OK, this is some crazy shit! Serial killers interest me.......not that I want to be one. I read about this family years ago. It makes me wonder how people get so out of control. You know their inbred descendent are still roaming around and their genes are fucked. My father is also my distant cousin.......YUCK! Sawney Bean And His Family. The following account, though as well attested as any historical fact can be, is almost incredible, for the monstrous and unparalleled barbarities that it relates; there being nothing that we ever heard of, with the same degree of certainty, that may be compared with it, or that shews how far a brutal temper, untamed by education, and knowledge of the world, may carry a man in such glaring and horrible colours. Sawney Bean was born in the county of East Lothian, about eight or nine miles eastward of the city of Edinburgh, in the reign of James I of Scotland. His father was a hedger and ditcher and brought up his son to the same laborious employment. He got his daily bread in his youth by these means, but being prone to idleness, and not caring to be confined to any honest employment, he left his father and mother, and ran away into the desert part of the country, taking with him a woman as viciously inclined as himself. These two took up their habitation in a cave, by the seaside on the shore of the county of Galloway; where they lived upwards of twenty-five years, without going into any city, town or village. In this time they had a great number of children and grandchildren, whom they brought up after their own manner, without any notions of humanity or civil society. They never kept any company, but among themselves, and supported themselves wholly by robbing: being, moreover so very cruel, that they never robbed any one, whom they did not murder. By this bloody method, and their being so retired from the world, they continued for a long time undiscovered; there being no person able to guess how the people were lost that went by the place where they lived. As soon as they had robbed any man, woman or child, they used to carry off the carcase to the den, cutting it into quarters, they would pickle the mangled limbs, and afterwards eat it; this being their only sustenance: and not withstanding they were at last so numerous, they commonly had superfluity of this their abominable food, so that in the nigh-time they frequently threw legs and arms of the unhappy wretches they had murdered into the sea, at a great distance from their bloody habitation; the limbs were often cast up by the tide in several parts of the country, to the astonishment and terror of all beholders, and others who heard of it. Persons who have gone about their lawful occasions fell so often into their hands, that it caused a general outcry in the country round about; no person knowing what was become of their friends or relations, if they were once seen by these merciless cannibals. All the people in the adjacent parts were at last alarmed at such uncommon loss of their neighbours and acquaintance, for there was no travelling in safety near the den of these wretches: this occasioned spies to be frequently sent into those parts, many of whom never returned again, and those who did, after the strictest search and inquiry, could not find how these melancholy matters happened. Sever honest travellers were taken up on suspicion and wrongfully hanged upon bare circumstances: several innocent inn keepers were executed, for no other reason than that persons, who had been thus lost, were known to have lain in their houses, which occasioned a suspicion of their being murdered by them, and their bodies privately buried in obscure places to prevent a discovery. Thus an ill-placed justice was executed with the greatest severity imaginable, in order to prevent these frequent, atrocious deeds; so many innkeepers, who lived on the western road of Scotland, left of their business, for fear of being made examples of, and followed other employments. This, on the other hand, occasioned many inconveniences to travellers, who were now in great distress for accommodation when they were disposed to refresh themselves and horses, or take up lodging for the night. In a word, the whole country was depopulated. Still the king’s subjects were as much missed as before, so that it became the admiration of the whole kingdom how such villainies could be carried on, and the perpetrators not discovered. A great many had been executed, not one of them all made any confession at the gallows, but maintained to the last, that they were perfectly innocent of the crime for which they suffered. When the magistrates found all was in vain, they left off these rigorous proceedings, and trusted wholly to Providence, for the bringing to light the authors of these unparalleled barbarities when it should seem proper to the divine wisdom. Sawney’s family was at last grown very large, and every one of it as soon as able, assisted him perpetrating their wicked deeds, which they still followed with impunity. Sometimes they would attack four, five or six, footmen together, but never more than two, if they were on horseback; they were, moreover, so careful, that not one whom they set upon should escape, that an ambuscade was set on every side to secure them, let them fly which way they would, provided it should ever so happen that one or more got away from the first assailants. How was it possible that they should be detected, when not one that saw them ever saw anybody else afterwards. The place which they inhabited was quite solitary and lonesome, and, when the tide came up, the water went near two hundred yards into their subterraneous habitation, which reached almost a mile underground; so that when people, who have been sent armed to search all the places about have passed by the mouth of the cave, they have never taken any notice of it, never supposing any human being would reside in such a place of perpetual horror and darkness. The number of people these savages destroyed was never exactly known; but it was generally computed that in the twenty-five years they continued their butcheries, they had washed their hands in the blood of at least a thousand men, women and children. The manner they were at last discovered was as follows:- A man and his wife behind him on the same horse, coming one evening home from a fair, and falling into the ambuscade of these merciless wretches, they fell upon them in a furious manner. The man to save himself as well as he could, fought very bravely against them with sword and pistol, riding some of them down by main force of his horse. In the conflict the poor woman fell from behind him, and was instantly butchered before her husband’s face, for the female cannibals cut her throat, and fell to sucking her blood with as great a gust, as if it had been wine: this done, they ripped up her belly, and pulled out all her entrails. Such a dreadful spectacle made the man make the more obstinate resistance, as he expected the same fate, if he fell into their hands. It pleased Providence while he was engaged that twenty or thirty who had been at the same fair, came together in a body; upon which Sawney Bean and his blood thirsty clan withdrew and, made the best of their way through a thick wood to their den. The man who was the first who had ever fell in their way, and came off alive, told the whole company what had happened, and shewed them the horrid spectacle of his wife, whom the murderers had dragged to some distance, but had not had time to carry her entirely off. They were all struck with stupefaction and amazement at what he related; they took him with them to Glasgow, and told the affair to the magistrates of that city, who immediately sent to the king concerning it. In about three or four days after, his majesty in person, with a body of about four hundred men, set out for the place where this dismal tragedy was acted, in order to search all the rocks and thickets, that, if possible, they might apprehend this hellish crew, which had been so long pernicious to all the western parts of the kingdom. The man who was attacked was the guide, and care was taken to have a large number of blood-hounds with them, that no human means might be wanting towards their putting an entire end to these cruelties. No sign of any habitation was to found for a long time; and even when they came to the wretches’ cave, they took no notice of it, but were going to pursue their search along the sea shore, the tide being then out; but some of the blood-hounds luckily entered the Cimmerian den, and instantly set up a most hideous barking, howling and yelping; so that the king, with his attendants, came back , and looked into it: they could not tell how to conceive that anything human could be concealed in a place where they saw nothing but darkness; nevertheless, as the blood-hounds increased their noise they went further in, and refused to come back again; they then began to imagine something or other must inhabit there. Torches were immediately sent for, and a great many men ventured in, through the most intricate turnings and windings, till at last they arrived at that private recess from all the world, which was the habitation of these monsters. Now the whole body, or as many of them as could went in, and were all so shocked at what they beheld, that they were almost ready to sink into the earth. Legs, arms, thighs, hands and feet of men, women and children, were hung up in rows, like dried beef; a great many limbs laid in pickle, and a great mass of money both gold and silver, with watches, rings, swords, pistols and a large quantity of cloths, both linen and woolen, and an infinite number of other things which they had taken from those they had murdered, were thrown together in heaps or hung up against the sides of the den. Sawney’s family, at this time, besides himself, consisted of his wife, eight sons, six daughters, eighteen grand-sons, and fourteen grand-daughters, who were all begotten in incest. Theses were all seized and pinioned by his majesty’s order in the first place; then they took what human flesh they could find, and buried it in the sands; afterwards loading themselves with the spoils which they found, they returned to Edinburgh with their prisoners; all the country, as they passed along, flocked to see this cursed tribe. When they came to their journey’s end the wretches were committed to the Tolbooth, from whence they were the next day conducted, under a strong guard to Leith, where they were executed without any process, it being thought needless to try creatures who were even professed enemies of mankind. The men were dismembered, their hands and legs were severed from their bodies, by which amputation they bled to death in a few hours. The wife, daughters, and grand-children having been made spectators of this just punishment inflicted on the men, were afterwards burnt to death in three separate fires. They all in general died without the least sign of repentance, but continued cursing and vending the most dreadful imprecations to the very last gasp of life.
Sunday, August 28, 2005 Fer Da Boys 
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Sunday Sunday Hope everyone had a great weekend... I was contacted via email by "the man" geocacher respectfully known as "The Puzzler". This guy is kinda famous for setting up caches and he asked me if I would like to set a cache with him. Out of all the people that cache world wide, why in the hell would he ask little old me? So next Sunday, Whistler71 will be setting her first cache and this will go in the books. Hehehe... My boyfriend is all giddy about a complete stranger contacting me about setting a cache. This bothers me. Let's see we have been DATING for what, 7 years? Something about cake and eating it too? Hmmmm... RLB, I am happy for ya and pies.
Saturday, August 27, 2005 Damn Ozzy rocks!!!
Friday, August 26, 2005 Jeep Brute  I didn't mention that I am a fan of Jeep. I am a Jeep ho, we own 4. This is a spectacular conversion put together by AEV. I believe that I must have one of these in the near future, given that gas prices go way down. So here is the eye candy for today.
TGI what day is it? Oh yes it is Friday, not that it makes a shit to me, same day, same shit. How I wish I could just go out tonight, dance to hip hop all night long while intoxicated, and have a handsome designated driver take me home- safely. Ahhhh those were the days, wait did I have a handsome driver? God how did Herbert (RLB) and I make it home safely all of those times? Thank you, Lord... Calvert that is...??? When my boys are old enough to be off the tit, LOL, I will be 75 years old out on the dance floor wiggling my fun bucket to hip hop while drunk on fiber shakes with vodka. Woohoo! Hopefully RLB will be right along beside me. I miss you. So this is all for now, everyone please be careful out there tonight, there are idiots on the road, ask PBF...
Why I call her my best friend or Why do I call her my best friend? I have known Whistler71 aka Stomper for about 20 years. She was my first drunk (and I mean DRUNK). Thanks, Kimmie for leading me down the alcoholic path at such a tender age. She was my first smoke and I still smoke today. Once again, thanks. She was my first major car wreck. She was my first and only car fire. Yes, the car was on fire. Try explaining that to your parents. Uh, we totally lied to you guys. Then proceeded to drive to a town a hour away, party our asses off and drive home in the wee hours of the morning. All of the sudden flames were shooting out from under the hood. We pulled off the road. Found the owners manual began to read. HMMMMMM..........in case of fire remove yourself from vehicle and run like hell! Now you have to understand this happened in the middle of the Texas panhandle and when they say wide open spaces they are not fucking around. We gather ourselves and decide to walk to the nearest house. At this time of the morning you really do have a GOOD chance of getting shot and NO we did not have cell phones and even if we did we would have had no signal. WIDE OPEN SPACES!! Well, get to the house and of course they have two or three dogs that appear to be Cujos offspring. We are standing there as dumbfounded as only teenagers can be when we see the faint glimmer of headlights. What should we do? It could be the people that are trying to kidnap and kill me that Daddy keeps talking about. We decide to take our chances and as the vehicle blows past us at like a 100 mph we briefly wave the 0wners manual through the air. The vehicle stops and comes back to get us. So it turns out to be a man that knows our families and had a late or early morning flight.......which ever the case. We got into the vehicle. He then bitched us out all the way home for being two females on that road in the middle of the night....early morning (whatever) I can't remember what the exact punishment was. I am sure it involved grounding and an ass beating. Anyway, the car was repaired. Yes, it was repairable. Only for us to roll it 2 1/2 times through an irrigation ditch. Which by the way, was not our fault. I do not care what the fucking pig said. So this is just a little insight into our teenage years and it only gets worse.
Thursday, August 25, 2005 Eunice the Bearded Lady Well I'll be damned! Eunice got a car. See, living in the mountains, there are mountain people. I am one of these, however, I haven't spent my entire life here. Eunice is this woman who I met through my old boss, he went to school with her back in the day. She is the nicest, most polite lady that you could meet, yet people sneer at her like she is contagious. This is because she has a beard. That' right, she has a beard and it doesn't seem to bother her or stop her from living her daily life one damn bit. I admire this woman for just being herself. Fuck the mean idiots who sneer at her and yet don't even know her. Years back, I saw her hiking to town in the dead of winter with 2' of snow on the ground, just to get to Molly's bar. This is the local tavern and another story. Anyway, KUDOS to Eunice!! I am glad she has a new ride. Molly's bar fucking rocks! Of course I love hole in the wall bars with people from every walk of life.....(I am trying to be nice). I recommend this bar. 4 stars!
Big mistake Holy hell you are so going to regret giving me the power to blog!! Love, rlb3773
Chicken Shit I am the biggest chicken sometimes. I wanted to do a 2.2 mile hike to my friend's house today and I can't do it. There is a supposed trail that connects to another trail and so on which will eventually lead me to her house. I also have GPS coordinates that will lead me to her house. I am so afraid of getting lost!! The first trail is Bear Scat, see I live in the presence of bears and mountain lions, me scared? Nah... I am afraid of coming to someones property that I can't cross, which is 8 miles long and they are sitting in a tree with a gun waiting to shoot a trespasser. This would probably not happen, but you know my luck. So I am choosing another hike this morning which is 5 or 6 miles because I am a big fat chicken. Maybe I need some alcohol, bloody mary perhaps? I really wanted to hike to her casa. You all have a good day. I would like to add........if you come by any inbred boys with banjos.............HAUL ASS!!! I read and think Deliverance. WTF! Stop that. Anyway, you have a gun. Shoot back.....lol I bet that helped us sound a little less like a hillbilly. Ha rlb3773
Wednesday, August 24, 2005 My Co-Pilot Just to let you know, I will have a co-writer for the blog. RLB3773 is my childhood friend and she is funny as shit. I anticipate the input she will add to this blogsite. She knows me better than anyone else and I trust her with my life! Oh the fun we have had, I am sure she has a few stories of her own to add. She shares the Naz pic with me, she is the blonde, pretty one. Welcome RLB3773!!
Nazareth TX  In my profile I mention a place called Nazareth, TX. This is in the panhandle of Texas and close to my hometown. It is a small German community and a place to get beer and liquor. I spent alot of time there as a kid because that is where the beers were. I grew up in a small migrant farming community and our town was "dry". Naz was 15 miles down the road, the guys were cute and the beer was cold. They have a yearly to-do called Suds-N-Sounds and let me tell you it is a blast. They have German sausage (the eating kind!!), sauerkraut and beer!! Bands like Cross Canadian Ragweed have played there and it is always the show! I made it this summer and had a complete blast. I don't party much so this was a real treat. Nazareth is south of Amarillo and north of Lubbock. There's a good roofer there, he will cover you, and the electricians are a blast, hehehe. If you are ever in that area, stop by for a case of Ziegenbach!!
Tuesday, August 23, 2005 Geocaching So there's a thing called geocaching. You use a GPS (Garmin preferably), to go and find booty (by this I mean treasures...not ass). You can check this out at www.geocaching.com. Type in your zip code and it will give you geocaches near you, there are many. Download the coordinates of the cache into your GPS and the hunt is on!! Finds are usually hidden in old military ammo cans and you find anything from batteries to toys and of course a log book that you sign stating who you are, what you took and what you left behind. Yes, it is good to leave something and you may take something as well. I leave Saf-T whistles - this would be my trademark. I have read that some caches have jewelry, t-shirts, etc. Go and try this, nothing like finding a good treasure.
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