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T'was up in the Bluestack mountains, Darcy kept a bit of a still
We were sneaking home a bottle, when the guards came up the hill
"Lose the booze"Lose the booze" cried Darcy and before we could reply,
He'd dumped it in the nosebag of his donkey standing by.
The donkey had a gangly leg, and only one good eye.
When he got a lick of the whiskey, he'd swear that he could fly
He rocketed through the roundabout, and down by Jamesie's bar,
Then he vaulted through the hedges at the track at Ballintra

Here's to you, to me and one and all
To the garda, and the gargle, and the trophy on the wall
Here's to you, to me and one and all
The day that Darcy's drunken donkey won the race at Donegal

The garda chased the donkey, and we followed in pursuit,
For fear they'd spill the whiskey, we begged them not to shoot
We barreled through the turnstiles, we got there just in time,
To place our bets before the lot of 'em reached the starting line.
The flag was up, the race was on, the donkey looked behind
He saw the guards were after him but sure he didn't mind
He had himself another sip, and a second one as well,
Then bucked and kicked and knocked the competition all to hell.

Here's to you, to me and one and all
To the garda, and the gargle, and the trophy on the wall
Here's to you, to me and one and all
The day that Darcy's drunken donkey won the race at Donegal

The donkey passed the post about a lap or two ahead
He finished off the whiskey, then toppled over dead
We went to check the bets and found when everything was done
The garda came in second and paid 35 to one!
So we dragged the donkey's carcass down to Jamesie's for a pint
To drink up all our winnings, and to celebrate the night
We missed the poor old donkey, but still we had to laugh
When Jamesie made a trophy of the donkey's better half

So raise a beer in the air, to the famous derriere
Everybody raise a glass to Darcy's ass! Darcy's ass!
Everybody raise a glass to Darcy's ass! Darcy's ass!

Here's to you, to me and one and all
To the garda, and the gargle, and the trophy on the wall
Here's to you, to me and one and all
The day that Darcy's drunken donkey won the race at Donegal

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It wouldn't surprise me. Gotta end a dry spell somehow.
The Sierra is finally getting a good dumping. It's the latest autumn/winter frost I can recall in my parts (still waiting), so that and the blizzard will probably obscure visions like these in California:

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Hey, Magic, ya changed your avatar, 'bout fucking time, LOL... I had a blast for Christmas, still havin' a blast watching football (NFL action, not soccer) and macking gourmet grinds, AYE??? This ice-cold beer doesn't exactly suck either, and I'm thinking rum & eggnogs later, but I gotta stay my hand, or I will never last the day, LOL. "A Very Merry Belated Christmas & Happy New Year!!!" to all technical rock climbers, ice climbers, mountaineers, etc., etc., at this site... all except friggin' Darwin Failures, lying greaseball cops, robed sodomite activist judges, slimy scumbag politicians bought and sold by corporate slavemasters like so many ear-tagged cattle, yadda, yadda, yadda. In a perfect world, they'd all be shot on sight or hung with piano wire, LOL. No worries, the ridiculous Internet will eventually work against them and be their downfall, 10-4??? Meh, I'm back to football and the other site, I'm outta here, color me gone, ADIOS, PINCHE JOTOS!!!

Here's a belated Christmas present for ya... a classic C/L post that should be mandatory reading for all American citizens, taxpayers & true patriots, not the Tea Party fools but REAL PATRIOTS, willing to stand against evil and corruption, 10-4??? Here it is, you American climbers pass it on and share it with other folks:

http://sandiego.craigslist.org/csd/rnr/4826868654.html

THE INTERNET IS THE FIRST LINE OF DEFENSE AGAINST THESE CRIMINAL SCUM O' THE EARTH, THE SCUM WHO ROUTINELY PROTECT THEM, AND THE CORPORATE SLAVEMASTERS WHO CALL THE SHOTS, AYE?!?!?!?!?

SHARE THIS POST AND SPREAD THE WORD, AND LET'S GET THIS SECOND AMERICAN REVOLUTION PARTY STARTED... IT'S LONG OVERDUE, 10-4???

Why should the black kids have all the fun? Smacks of discrimination to me, 10-4??? LOL. Watching the Playoffs on Wild Card Weekend... have a good one, aye? Go to the other site where I hang out to see some primo shots of San Diego Bay & the Auto Show, shots I'll post sometime next week. Adios.

Hey, Magic Johnson, I believe it's time to swap out yer avatar... long overdue, I reckon. Was that Colonel Sanders shot just for me??? LOL... dude needs to work on his culinary angle, "10-DASH-FO'?!?"

Cue the modified Clash tune...

"Breakin' rocks in the... hot sun... I fought the law and... the badge-sportin' greaseballs won... after falsifying reports and lying under oath, LOL..."

Along with the corrupt scrub Darwin Failure D.A. and her gay little strap-on robed sodomite pocket judges... PFFFFFFT.

You going on the lam, Magic? Maybe you should live up to yer moniker and vanish without a trace... like David Copperfield or whoever. If you're already cuffed, make like Houdini and escape. When you show up in the Socialist Republik of Kalifornia, just tell that turkey-necked scrub Brown that your name is Jose Jimenez and you were born in Tijuana... that way, you'll be directed to the nearest DMV to pick up your new driver's license, directed to the nearest welfare office to pick up some "free money" in monthly installments, and directed to the nearest college or university to complete your education on the taxpayer's dime, 10-4???

Went to see "AMERICAN SNIPER" the other day, which is a radical movie on the giant screen in IMAX, and I saw a trailer for that new Ron Howard flick "IN THE HEART OF THE SEA"---the CG whale is pretty gnarly, kinda like a cross between an angry Russian weightlifting gal and a fat chick with a bad attitude, LOL. I probably wouldn't stand much chance aboard "The Fish" if a whale that size attacked the boat... I'd sooner take my chances with a 2-ton Great White offshore, LOL. You can Google that trailer too, just enter the film title and add "trailer" to see the clip.

Well, guess I'll grab another beer and go cause trouble at another site, I woke early and can't get back to sleep... meh, no big deal, all I'll be doing later is detailing the car, painting the wheels again since I recently bought new tires, and prepping "The Fish" for her yearly overhaul. She needs paint to bring her up to speed, all that cartopping abuse tends to beat her to death like Dahmer in prison, AYE??? You ever find yourself locked up in Cali, don't eat the "baloney" sandwiches, I swear upon a stack of old ROCK & ICE magazines that they make that mystery meat outta dead inmates, 10??? Time for another cold one, I'm outta here, color me gone, ADIOS!!!

Yo, Dickweed, here's a clue for ya... a link to an AWESOME SITE with heller flight video, and I mean SERIOUS FLIGHT VIDEO, LOL. This is what I like about the Internet, some person in a wheelchair can view this video footage and LIVE THE DREAM, LOL. Meh, here goes:



This flight video is SO GOOD that I just can't help SHOTGUNNING THE SHIT OUT THERE, AYE??? LOL... the killer island shots and mountain shots are the BOMB, no doubt about it, and if the pilots got any CLOSER, they could zero in on those hardcore crags and catch the climbers in action, AYE???

Another clue, this time with old school aviation, the restored planes here are truly amazing... I flew with Addison in that old Stearman Sr. Speedmail number, the dark blue fuselage with the colored wings, and it was the best flight of my life. Thing only did about 140 knots, but that's fast enough in a friggin' kite, LOL. Addison is without a doubt the best natural pilot I have ever seen or met, dude can fly like nobody's business, and his family has really done a lot to bring aviation history back to life. The restoration photos of the Boeing 40C are incredible, they give one an idea of just how many thousands of man-hours go into such a project... and that bad girl flies today, LOL. The other planes and photos don't exactly suck either, I like that home page shot of the Statue of Liberty. Anyway, here's the site:

www.pembertonandsons.com

When you see the little cartoon biplane waggling its wings, ya know you're in the right place. To see how the other half lives, check out the seaplane shots with the docks along the river... the only way to commute, I reckon.

Here's the link to the earlier Wingnut film:



Round about minute 9:30, there are some primo formation flying shots... you'll know you're in the right place when ya hear the good ol' redneck tune on the soundtrack, LOL.

I'm off to whack some weeds like a friggin' mob hit, got a brand-spanking-new weed whacker from the Depot, along with three extra spools of weed whip, so it's time to knock these weeds down to manageable proportions.

Surf was big a while ago, but it died down... I used to surf my Laser off the Point, just on peeling breaks with broad shoulders, no barrel action, LOL. Lots of fun, and that planing Laser hull is perfect for surfing such waves. Today, I'll be surfing the ATM and the grocery store shelves and reefers, looking for choice ingredients for homemade deep-dish pizza... I have this newfangled infrared oven that works like gangbusters, and I can make pizza with it, 10-4??? I'm gonna make a better pizza than any shithouse restaurant can make, LOL. Probably need a Bobcat to lift pieces onto my plate... and every slice will easily feed an Ethiopian village for a YEAR. We don't f#c% around when it comes to gourmet grinds, mate, that I guarantee. Well, I'm off to handle some business, then resupply with food and beer... in case you haven't figured it out yet, beer is an endangered species here at the ol' hacienda, gotta have SOME KINDA FUN in this seaside Third World Ghet-to, AYE??? LOL. I'm outta here, color me gone, ADIOS!!!

Wouldn't be shopping there in the first place... and I'm not that old, LOL. In fact, judging by the physical appearance of those in my so-called peer group, I reckon I'm WAY ahead of the curve when it comes to aging. Then again, I've been clued into enzyme nutrition for DECADES, and that makes a difference. For instance, I'll be making like a field hand here shortly and stripping the Valencia oranges off our tree, so I can make primo fresh O.J., the kind bursting with enzymes. I do a lot of custom salads too, using fresh raw foods. Even that STYLIN' deep-dish pizza I made yesterday in my new infrared oven was chockablock with fresh veggies, though I'm not certain yet whether the infrared rays negatively affect enzymes, LOL. I don't care, that pizza was incredible, and one's health is determined by 90% of the foods one eats, which leaves a 10% margin for error, in the form of pizza, fast food, fat pills, etc., etc. Meh, no worries, my 150' tapeworm can handle ANYTHING... some of these morbidly obese Americans I see here "in country" could probably use a tapeworm or two, or five, or a dozen, LOL. No wonder they all drive those ridiculous oversized SUVs---they need 'em just to cart their fat asses around, 10-4??? Put 'em to walking up the Washington Monument in D.C., and every last one would die of a heart attack before making it halfway, yeah? I occasionally wonder how these fat-backed Americans are viewed by foreigners: some o' those Third World tards probably look at obese Americans and think, "DAMN, THAT FAT BASTARD THERE COULD FEED MY VILLAGE FOR AN ENTIRE YEAR..." Time to bust out the secret sauce and kindle the fire, LOL. Make jerky outta those fat-assed Americans and have enough food to feed starving Third World children round the globe. Be like that shrimp line from "FORREST GUMP"---only lose the "shrimp" and substitute "morbidly-obese Americans." You know, "Morbidly-obese American gumbo..." LOL. Damn. Time for me to log off and spend some quality time with my three cats, Sage, Dixie & Wingnut... Sage & Little Wing are the two coolest climbing cats ever, just amazing when it comes to leaping & climbing. Especially Wingnut, he's half Bengal, and his wild ancestors were clearly arboreal... Little Wing rockets up trees like nobody's business, he's totally comfortable at height, runs around on our roof at all hours like a madman, 10??? Right now, he's kicking it with me on the rack in my room... like Sage & Dixie, he's a bloody mattress hog.

You can see photos of Wingnut, Sage & Dixie at that other site where I hang out, in the thread titled "Help naming new kitten" or whatever. Little Wing is a handsome devil, the goddam varmint... a holy terror when he cuts loose, but otherwise a great cat, never seen the like when it comes to leaping and climbing. Dude lunges like Dan Osman in those "Masters of Stone" videos, 10-4??? I used to think Sage was the ultimate climbing cat, and he was in his day, but he's older now and doesn't go off like Little Wing, who is full of boundless energy. Wingnut pulls the most amazing combo leaps too, flying through the air and ricocheting off objects to land on other objects and climb upward, all in a split second. Badass climbing cat, Mistah Wing, just unbelievably agile... another rescue cat, of course, the only kind I get, usually off Craigslist to save myself the adoption fees. I figure it's still a rescue, and I dose the animals myself when necessary to avoid paying rip-off veterinarian rates... that whole scene is a ridiculous racket, like friggin' ObamaCare. I won't even get started on that Kenyan baboon, be here all night if I do; I really shouldn't insult baboons that way either, unlike that Obama scumbucket they're actually quite intelligent, LOL.

We have 2-ton Great Whites offshore, the islands (Los Coronados) are wildlife sanctuaries and there are seal and sea lion rookeries there, which amount to buffet tables for Great Whites. Believe me, with mere inches of freeboard, I think about those critters while sailing out there... I usually lean inboard a bit as I approach the islands, LOL, rather than hiking out and advertising an easy meal for the sharks. Might as well put up a neon sign and transmit "fish in distress" signals underwater, aye??? "HERE, WHITEY, WHITEY, WHITE!!!" Ring one of those metal chuckwagon triangles like in the old Westerns... "Dinner is served." Meh, living on the edge gives one an appreciation for life, and the islands are about the wildest places one can imagine... on one voyage to Isla Norte, I woke up on the summit to take a piss and there was a full-on meteor shower going off, the Perseid Meteor Shower in maximum mode, it was freakin' unbelievable. Best light show I've ever seen, with wildlife sounding off in the background and surf thundering on the rocks hundreds of feet below... awesome venue, Isla Norte, perhaps my favorite spot on this planet. Having the island to yourself doesn't suck either, that's a feeling I REALLY enjoy... the freedom is unreal, it's so intense. Hard to find that sorta freedom in this country nowadays, unless ya sail the Salton, which is another exceptional venue. No gubmint trash or badge-sportin' greaseballs in sight, just wide-open full-throttle freedom and the option to do whatever the fuck ya please, and then some, LOL. Well, gotta go get ready to run some errands and get fully rigged for Super Bowl Sunday, even though the game will probably be a yawner. No worries, I'll watch it just for the halftime ads, they're running $4.5 million for a 30-second spot this year, go figure. Now ya know that, as a former OTR Truck Driver, I keep a PISS JUG in my living room during the game so I don't miss any of the ads, let alone the gridiron action, LOL. That's how it's done by old school locals here at the ol' hacienda, whaddya expect from small craft sailors/climbers/vertical skateboarders/truck drivers/former INF soldiers in this ridiculous Third World seaside ghetto??? Pfffft... wouldn't have it any other way, and any fools who object will promptly get backhanded and drop-kicked like I'm STARRIN' In the motherfucking NFL, LOL. Meh, my best friends ran the surf shop for 35 years, so they know the form here at the house, and the rest know the food is too good to risk being ejected by making some stupid comment about my pissing in a jug in my living room... besides, it's a really classy maneuver, makes a profound statement with the women, should any show up for the game. I'm outta here, color me gone, talk to ya later, ADIOS!!!