This is a very good reason to drink.

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME HNT

On November 4, 1948, my mom popped out a Cute Little Baby Horn Dog, me.



















Sixty-one years later this Big Old Horn Dog is inviting all the ladies to join me in my birthday celebration. Any one want to join me?

HAPPY 61ST BIRTHDAY HNT

BBQ Championship HNT

Last weekend in my little home town of Sayville, NY they held the last leg of the Kansas City BBQ Society's New York State BBQ Championship. Seven BBQ contests are held all over New York State starting in May each year. The winner is the team with the four highest scores in each contest. The this year's champion was 'Smoke On Wheels'.

These three really look like they enjoy their BBQ don't they? LOL

You don't get to try any of the BBQ entered in the contest unless the entrants want to give what's left away. We only saw two teams doing that and people were pounding it down.

Lori and I didn't really go there for the BBQ, but to see the Worlds largest BBQ Grill, the Johnsonville Big Taste Grill, 65-feet of grilling goodness. It even has it's own little kitchen.


Of course we had to have a Johnsonville brat. $3 each and all proceeds went to breast cancer.

This grill is on the road 340 days a year and at every stop, they donate all the food and all proceeds goes to a local charity. I'm impressed.




Bet you wish had one...........










.........with 'Beer & Brat' mustard with horse radish. Nothing better than that.

Okay, we didn't have a beer, because the line was 30-40 people long and the brat was long gone by then.

HAPPY BBQ BRAT HNT

PS
When I went to buy the brats, I ordered a bratwurst. The girl asked me if I wanted brats, because they don't sell bratwurst. So, FYI, JOHNSONVILLE BRATS ARE NOT BRATWURSTS, THEY ARE BRATS, JOHNSONVILLE BRATS!

Not all sexual harrassment is a bad thing

I would come out of retirement and even work for free to work for Chelsea Handler. And you all know how much I enjoy being retired.

Please vote, for me.

Come on folks. We have my friend Barbara up to 35th place out of about 5,000. Please vote for her daily. For me? If she makes it, she comes to New York and promised to come for a swim in my pool. I'll be your best friend. :-)

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You can't possibly deny me this hot babe swimming in my pool, can you?

Sorry, but no HNT this week, I was drunk last night.

Okay, maybe I wasn't drunk, but I forgot to get something ready yesterday and when I got home from dinner last night, I fell a sleep.

Last night I went to dinner at a local seafood bar/restaurant. Liz, our favorite barmaid was working. The place was quiet with just me and three women in their 30s sitting at the bar. I ordered a beer and asked for a menu planning to stay just long enough for dinner and a couple of beers. That wasn't in the cards and it wasn't my fault, I swear.

Liz puts out shot glasses in front of us when I sat down and told us that she wants to drink to a girl friend of hers that was murdered by her boy friend last week. She pours Jamenson scotch in the glasses, because that's what what her friend drank. We toasted to Liz's friend, may she rest in peace.

The small talk started, another friend of the girls came in and sat next to me. This women was older, she said 50-something. How do I know this? Because the girls wanted Liz to guess how old they were. Then they asked me. Ya, like I'm going tell them what I really think. I made some lame guess about being in their mid-20s, got a few giggles out of them and they gave their real ages; 32, 34, 31 & 50-something.

Then I asked them to guess how old they thought I was. I got a 42, 44, 39 & 54. (What sweet girls.) They feigned surprise when I told them I was going to be 61 on the 4th. Time for another round of shots this time paid for by the girls. I choose scotch again as not to mix my liquors. Bottoms up!

My dinner came. It was a special of the day; linguine with white clam sauce with three different types of sauted fish, fresh spinach & grape tomatoes. You could have fed four with the amount they gave me. More small talk about my dinner and before I knew it, the woman next to me wanted to buy me a shot. She doesn't drink scotch, so we settle on Southern Comfort, chilled.

Seems she met her girl friends up there because she didn't want to go home and eat the steak her husband was cooking for dinner. Huh? Her husband cooks dinner and she doesn't want to eat it? She said she doesn't like steak and their kids will be there, so she won't be missed. What's up with that?

Anyway, more small talk, another beer or two another shot and I bid them a fond farewell.

What's with these girls buying me shots? Do I look easy to them?

People of Walmart

ROTFLMAO! What are these people thinking? I don't really care, because they are entertaining me. Stick with it, because it gets better and better.

People of Walmart ROCK!



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