Hebron Road Titty Lady!!!! ... The VIDEO!

Raise Your Glasses Mates!!!!

OK you lot! Sing this one to just about any Irish Drinking Song!!!

All together now!!!! Please be sure to join in at the crowd participation ending!

TITTY LADY HO!

COME TO THE TITTY LADY
COME HERE ME SING
I SING TO THE WORKER
TILL FRESH TAR THEY BRING!
SO RAISE YOUR GLASS HIGH
AND TOAST WITH MUCH CHEER!
DO THIS CHEER ALWAYS
AND KEEP THEM IN FEAR!

FUCK ALL YOU YANKS
THAT ARE DIRTY AND QUEER!
GO BACK TO THE DEVIL’S NORTH
AND TOAST WITH THIS BEER!
MAY YOU NEVER RETURN
OR THINK OF A WAY!
AND ON THE SPACE SHUDDLER
YOU YANKS GO AND STAY

I WENT TO THE TITTY LADY
SHE SHOWED ME HER BREAST
AND OF ALL THE MT HEBRONS
HERS WERE THE BEST!
I GAZED IN WIDE WONDER
AT THE SIGHT BEFORE ME
BUT SHE SAW I WAS NORTHERN
AND SPAT UPON ME!
SHE SAID

FUCK ALL YOU YANKS
THAT ARE DIRTY AND QUEER!
GO BACK TO THE DEVIL’S NORTH
AND TOAST WITH THIS BEER!
MAY YOU NEVER RETURN
OR THINK OF A WAY!
AND ON THE SPACE SHUDDLER
YOU YANKS GO AND STAY

I PLEADED MY CASE
BUT SHE JUST STARED AT ME
I TOLD HER I LOVED HER
BUT IT WASN’T MEANT TO BE.
“MY VEGGIES NEED TENDING”
WAS ALL THAT SHE SAID.
SO SHE SQUATED AND SHAT
AND THAT’S WHERE SHES AT!

I ASKED HER TO GET UP
AND GIVE ME A CHANCE
I SANG HER A SONG
AND ASKED HER TO DANCE.
SHE GRABBED SOME ASPARAGUS
AND MADE HERSELF PEE.
AFTER SWIPING HER ASS
SHE SPAT UPON ME!
SINGING

FUCK ALL YOU YANKS
THAT ARE DIRTY AND QUEER!
GO BACK TO THE DEVIL’S NORTH
AND TOAST WITH THIS BEER!
MAY YOU NEVER RETURN
OR THINK OF A WAY!
AND ON THE SPACE SHUDDLER
YOU YANKS GO AND STAY

SO I WALKED AWAY SOLEMN
AND FOUND THIS OLD BAR
WHERE I DRINK EVERY YEAR
TO HER BREASTS AND HER CHARM!
I DREAM OF THAT WORKER
WHO SAVES HER FROM HARM.
I LOVE TO GET STONED
SNIFFIN HEBRON HO’ TAR!!!
SCREAMIN’

FUCK ALL YOU YANKS
THAT ARE DIRTY AND QUEER!
GO BACK TO THE DEVIL’S NORTH
AND TOAST WITH THIS BEER!
MAY YOU NEVER RETURN
OR THINK OF A WAY!
AND ON THE SPACE SHUDDLER
YOU YANKS GO AND STAY

OH YES ME AND ME TITS
(HANK TOMS BROOK!!!!)
ARE HERRRRE TO STAYYYYY!!!!!

GO 'TA HELL YANKS!!!

Not calling anyone, anymore...

Ok... "She's" a no-show.

The original very nasty blog has now been replaced for the better juju of all concerned.

I now present to you an excerpt from Karl Marx:

Hitherto, every form of society has been based, as we have already seen, on the antagonism of oppressing and oppressed classes. But in order to oppress a class, certain conditions must be assured to it under which it can, at least, continue its slavish existence. The serf, in the period of serfdom, raised himself to membership in the commune, just as the petty bourgeois, under the yoke of feudal absolutism, managed to develop into a bourgeois. The modern laborer, on the contrary, instead of rising with the progress of industry, sinks deeper and deeper below the conditions of existence of his own class. He becomes a pauper, and pauperism develops more rapidly than population and wealth. And here it becomes evident, that the bourgeoisie is unfit any longer to be the ruling class in society, and to impose its conditions of existence upon society as an over-riding law. It is unfit to rule because it is incompetent to assure an existence to its slave within his slavery, because it cannot help letting him sink into such a state, that it has to feed him, instead of being fed by him. Society can no longer live under this bourgeoisie, in other words, its existence is no longer compatible with society.

Thanks for stopping by!

The Great Titty Lady of Hank Toms Brook!!!

I have found a true master this morning; an entity that showed up on Sis's BLOG known as... The Titty Lady.

I have been bested. The following beautiful and passionate work was created by The Titty Lady in the wee hours of the morning, at the bottom of her daily 750 ml bottle of Smirnoff. After a feeble attempt at harassing my sister earlier the same day by calling the Shenandoah Animal Control on her, she took her routine jump off the wagon. I spoke with a neighbor near this woman who was telling me how she uses her own waste to manure her garden. She grows asparagus you see. As if on que, I looked over toward her yard, and there she was! Squatting on the stalks! She used a couple damaged pieces to wipe with, then cultivated the waste into the soil with her own hands! Anyway... I didn't really learn to appreciate this thing until it wrote. It wrote in a hazy, drunken stupor of crazed self hate. She would write, and cackle loudly; pissing herself and stinking her house of ripe asparagus.

I'll digress... There's nothing more to say, except.... Ladies and Gentlement, .... (softly)... The Titty Lady:

I THINK ITS PRETTY SAD WHEN PEOPLE DONT HAVE ANY THING BETTER TO DO THEN TAKE PHOTOS OF OUR VDOTS WORKERS .I KNOW YOU ONLY TOOK PHOTOS OF WHEN THAY WERE DICUSSING WHAT WAS NEXT TO DO ,,WHY DINT YOU TAKE OF THEM WORKIG ,SEE I LIVE ON MT HEBRON ROAD AND I WATCH THOSE WORKERS ALL DAY ,IF YOU WORRYED ABOUT YOUR TAX DOLLARS YELL AT NASA SPACE SHUDDLER ,, THAY SPEND OUR MONEY ON USELESS ,I JUST WANT TO HANK TOMS BROOK VDOT FOR THE WONDERFUL WORK AND JOB WELL DONE ,WALKING AROUND IN 300 DEGREE PLUS HO TAR IS A JOB MAYBE SOME OTHER SHOULD TRY GETTING A JOB ..AND WHATS UP WITH SMELLING TAR IN THE AIR SOOOOOOOOOO, BET YOU DONT CARE ABOUT THE SMELL OF YOU THE SMELL OF YANKEELAND,,SEE PEOPLE NEED TO STAY UP NORTH THAY THINK THAY KNOW IT ALL ,TAR IS A SWEET SMELL COMPARE TO THE NASTY ,,RUDE SMELL OF PEOPLE LIKE YOU FROM THE NORTH ..AFTER ALL ALL YANKES ARE DIRTY ..SEE YOU CAN TELL BY THE OUT SIDE OF A HOUSE THE WAY IT LOOKS IN SIDE.SO WHEN YOU ARE NOT SNEARING OUR HARD WORKERS WHOM DO WORK ,TAKE TIME TO CLEAN UP YOUR OWN MESS .AND GET THE HE-- BACK TO STINK LAND WE DONT LIKE YOU LOVE TO TOMES BROOK VDOT THANKS FROM THETITTY LADY TITTY LADY

Virginia Department Of Transportation, VDOT... etc

Virginia Department Of Transportation, VDOT

Shenandoah County, Virginia

Well, well, well. I never would have thought that such a large organization would bully a single, small family in the Shenandoah valley. Apparently this is what is currently happening to my sister.

All because of a few pics of a few local laborers. A few local laborers ordered to a job-site, with nothing to do.

So bear with me here, my dear readers… (and all you new ones who have gravitated over from my sister’s site); For the best results, if you are that pathetically bored, please visit my sisters site linked in this sentence. (Its for the full effect… Like the Lord Of The Rings trilogy… you can read ‘em separately and enjoy it, but you’ll be missing the interesting details. Whether the details are in what Goldberry was wearing when she was prancing around the Withywindle, or what Mr. Anonymous might have been wearing under “her” pants on June 16th!!! It’s a barrel of fun….. Until someone crosses a line.) EMPLOYEE OF/ASSOCIATED WITH THE VIRGINIA DEPARTMENT OF TRANSPORTATION, VDOT, V-DOT, VA-DOT

I was notified that Shenandoah Animal Control was contacted to respond to my sister’s home almost before they arrived. My sister’s husband engaged in the interaction. After the officer completed his investigation, he departed good-heartedly, shaking hands almost apologetically. (He had also viewed my sister’s blog on the VIRGINIA DEPARTMENT OF TRANSPORTATION, VDOT, V-DOT, VA-DOT.)

I’m guessing that some of the upper management will probably make it over to my completely useless site. To those I say welcome! Seriously. This is a neat site if you’re trying to kick back after a hard day at WORK, and want to unwind and just be silly to relieve some stress. See… That’s what blogs are all about! Ya know… FREEDOM OF MUTHA’ FUCKIN’ SPEECH?!!!! Without repercussions!!! Unlike what I see developing at my sister’s home. Shame. VIRGINIA DEPARTMENT OF TRANSPORTATION, VDOT, V-DOT, VA-DOT I do hope an honorable administrator is reading. This site is known for open antics WITHOUT launching outright hurtful attacks upon its visitors. It is a FREE site. Nothing is edited or subject to redaction; save someone who illegally slanders another. This site would never take part in that.

I digress here. It saddens me that I must bring such a bitter tone to this site. It really does. However, if you needlessly mess with a family member of mine (of which I don’t have many left), then I get annoyed.

So lets get down to it aye.

VIRGINIA DEPARTMENT OF TRANSPORTATION, VDOT, V-DOT, VA-DOT, or those operating outside of the authority of same, which I’m SURE is the case, I implore you to not engage in a battle of harassment with my sister. She’s witty, spunky, will fucking stomp you into the ground if you try to match wits with her, tenacious, and honorable. Honor goes a long way people. Honor and valor.

So, to all my regular readers…. I say, “Take heed ye!” for I may have to call upon you to my side. Rest easy now mates, but know storm clouds are distant. Read up on all you see. I think in the end VIRGINIA DEPARTMENT OF TRANSPORTATION, VDOT, V-DOT, VA-DOT will do the right thing.

I shall research this further and talk to some peeps on this end… and I shall, as a dreaded always, return!

PEACE!!!

Virginia Department Of Transportation ...

Virginia Department of Transportation, VDOT, VADOT, VA-DOT

Stand by.

Upcoming post .... upon approval of counsel.

Just some neat shit... Found in my dive book...

From the dive log book of The Dark One:

My 12th dive.

June 24, 2003.

Dove w. Chuckie.

Made near fatal mistake by diving to 90' platform and following an old rope deeper. Voice inside my head was saying it wasn't a good idea. Didn't listen to voice. Pitch black. Got very cold by 120'. Made it to platform and observed rope and float off of the moring post. Panic & terror set in. Hyperventilated when I lost sight of platform. Overbreathing regulator. Thought I was going to guy the farm. (Narcosis was rockin) Got a grip & thought back to training. Slowed breathing down & was able to think better. Adjusted BC till I thought I had a little positive buoyancy. Realized old rope was still in my hand in death grip. Started to hand over hand. Pulled self back to 90' platform and found Chuckie hovering like some fucked up fish. Signaled to Chuck I needed out! Did safety stop @ 15' for a few.

I don't know who this would even appeal to. I was looking through some of my old dive logs and remembered that entry. With the OBX coming up and the smell of da' bay on my mind... I thought back to my favorite dives and thought I'd share this one.

I don't think I have many (if any) divers even reading this, but there is a lesson to draw from it: When you're down deep and dark, and shit goes south, and you're in total panic taking a look at death.... Just slow down; breath slow; think slowly; wait; your head will clear no matter how bad you think it is at the time.

Lesson over.

Now... aside of that... If you can get a good nitrogen narcosis buzz on, then GO FOR IT, says I!!!

I also figured I had to post something here... and I really have nothing (appropriate without pissing people off) to gripe about!