I have no ideal what I should wright but every now and then feel compelled to do so. One thing I noticed this last week was that sometimes I feel sexy and sometimes I do not. I know you find it hard to believe but it's true. It is women who always makes me feel sexy and it's women who always makes me feel not so sexy; my feeelings are a slave to your wills and desires. So if anyone of you want to play with my feelings I am here at your mercy; but then you already knew that.

I was walking the other day when I noticed a dime just setting there on the street. I thought about bending at the knees (as you would) to pick up the dime but I did not have enough confidence that my knees could and would pick up my body weight back into the upright position. I find it best to think through these things, making sure you have gone through the complete process, before doing something stupid. I decided that walking back home like a duck was not worth the trouble of being a dime richer.
Now I could bend over at the waist (as you would) to pick up the dime and would have done so if I had someone, I could trust, protecting my back side. Bending over in today’s world is like dropping the soap in the shower. This is (by the way) why the dime in this story is considered to be an asset; you lose and abuse your ass to get it. I again decided that without the proper and sufficient amount of lubricant for the job that it was not worth the trouble of being a dime richer.
I am thinking that the dime is still setting where I found it and would be more than happy to show one of you wonderful girls where it is. When you bend over to pick it up, you will have nothing to worry about, with me protecting your back side. I hope you enjoy your newly acquired asset, I know I will.

Today seems like a really nice day. Sometimes no matter how things are going; out of the blue the sun comes up and makes a really nice day. That’s really all I have to say.

Here in north Texas, we have been getting rain every day for as long as I can remember; need to cut the grass but having a hard time timing it right. If the grass keeps growing a guy could get lost in all that green. Your probably wondering why I am on this site instead of cutting my grass right now; well I was wondering about that myself. I guess it is time to do what I been putting off, wish me luck. I sure hope there is nothing mean and nasty in all that grass.

You may not have notice but I beat to a different drum then most. People who always try to fit in or always trying to ruff up every ones feathers do not understand someone like me, which is sort of a compliment considering where the opinion originates.
Speaking of drum beats, I am very open minded about music but I always felt that a drum beat should be put forth with purpose and motive that it should not be a indistinctive clatter as most marching bands use today. Most people are use to and probably do not even notice the clatter coming from the drum core but I do and I so dearly miss the distinctive beat of purpose that the world use to have. Sorry did not mean to ruff up feathers.

Well, am I happy to see you or is there something in my pocket? To tell you the truth, I keep a lot of things in my pockets; it’s that Boy Scout training “to always be prepared”. I find that I am always prepared for everything but for the problems running me over at the time. I think the problem makers look in my pockets before deciding what to dump on me. You could say that I’m a little paranoid. Being mistrustful is a reasonable reaction if you find yourself on the unlucky side more than not.
I used to be happy to see you even if you were “Trouble” with a capital “T”. I have seen my fair share of the capital “T” women but I have a good theory on why; it’s the same theory on why there are so many crazy nuts on the road when I’m driving. It’s not that the world is full of crazy nut drivers, it’s just they all wait for me, to get in my truck, before they get on the road. Now day’s I just keep my hands in my pockets when the capital “T’s” come around; It’s one thing that I am now prepared for.

I was just setting here wondering cause that’s what I do, set here thinking of things; which is good, since it helps keep me out of trouble, unless it gets out, what I’m wondering. It’s never good when your thoughts gets loose and go gallivanting around the country side. Anyway, I was just setting here wondering when I suddenly realize that there is nothing going on up stairs; that is, there is nothing going on in my brain. In other words I was just setting here thinking about nothing. Apparently my mind decided to take the day off. It’s ok it probably needed the time off.

The world has gone crazy stupid; that’s right I said it and I meant it. Let me first explain that a person can be “crazy and smart” or “stupid and rational”. So when I say crazy stupid I mean there is no rational explanation to their stupidity. I hope I made that clear. Yesterday I commented on a PM that a man sent to one of the nice ladies here on N&N. Whenever I look at something that someone has done I try to put myself in their place to understand why they did what they did; this is a very difficult complicated process that should not be tried in your own home without proper safety precautions.
I made a point not to mention what I thought about the man’s mental status; mainly because it was obvious and did not need to be dragged through the mud. I have no plans of pointing out his mental status, even now, though this blog is titled crazy stupid. All I was trying to do was bring out points of reference on what might have driven the man to do what he was doing. It was not meant to be an endorsement on the man’s behavior. What I am trying to say is that if you think the world is crazy stupid, which I do, you are not going to be surprised when you come across a good example that supports your opinion.

I’m getting old; can’t seem to stop time from moving me on down the road and making me do all the driving. If I have to be driving, I would prefer to be driving one or more of these nice women here no N&N. I know that what I’m saying could sound bad once put down in print but I look at these pictures and wonder how long my motor is going to keep working. You see, the problem here is that I don’t know if there is sex at the end of the road and beyond. They always say to have clean underwear when you are driving,” just in case”, but I wonder if you no longer have a working tool do you need the clean tool box to keep it in? Do you think my mind kind of goes off course when I’m horny and the blood is being redirected?

I feel like doing the happy dance. If your happy or want to be happy, I suggest doing the happy dance. It can be any kind of dance move but it seems to work best if you look a little goofy doing it. I have no problem looking goofy when I dance so the happy dance works really well for me. Some people never do the happy dance; I thank that’s a little sad but I find if you do the happy dance in front of them, they might think you’re out to lunch, if you know what I mean. But they will also be a little happier. If you think the world is going to shit and there seems to be little you can do about it; wrong, never underestimate the happy dance.