Balls Out Jeans - Pretty Much A Funny Adult Video (No Nudity Except For Artificial - I Hope - Body Parts)

I don't know about you, but I think this is a hilarious video; one of the best and naughtiest (without any real exposure) I have seen in a while. Its gross, disgusting, crass, sexist, raunchy, and shows artificial body parts (I hope they are artificial); and as I said it is simply outright naughty - all to a great degree - but most of all it is funny. It is about time someone addressed this issue!

If you are holier than thou, very sensitive, a prim and proper prudish type - then don't watch this - unless you want a naughty laugh but be prepared for that which I noted above.



Well now you went ahead and watched it didn't you. I hope you enjoyed it.

By the way, the video is from eBaums World @:

http://www.ebaumsworld.com/video/watch/316121/

All the best,
Glenn B

Soldiers' Care Package

Well, as I told you a couple or few weeks ago, I have been assigned to another soldier over in Afghanistan by Soldiers' Angels. I am going to start putting care packages together for him (or maybe her, the name is Jamie, and Jamie did not make it clear). If anyone is interested in helping out with the package, you can send donations to me for the care package via my PayPal account. I can only accept donations over the Internet via PayPal, or can accept cash from people I know locally. I'll place a link on the right side of the page, up near the top. I'll give it a month or so to see what comes in, then I'll put together a care package, and ship it off, with some of my own funds and all of the donated funds. Last time I did this, back before Christmas - it was a great success. Thanks to the generosity of my readers I had enough to put together several high end care packages; and thanks to StreamLight who donated a dozen flashlights we had some high end flashlights with batteries and replacement batteries to include in the boxes.

These guys and gals in our military deserve to remain in our thoughts, prayers, well wishes, and our gratitude forever - but especially while serving on foreign soil or on foreign seas. Anything you can help out with from a few pennies on up would be appreciated by me, and will probably be even more appreciated by the soldiers who receive the goodies in the care packages I will send to them on behalf of all of us who donate through this effort. I can say without a doubt, that Bob S the soldier to whom we sent the other care packages appreciated them as did the rest of his unit, and other units with whom they SHARED. Why not share a bit of what they allow us to enjoy and make a donation. Thanks.

All the best,
Glenn B

Time At The Range...

...is always good time for me. So today when I left the office, i headed to the West Side Pistol Range in the heart of Manhattan. Yep I renewed my membership and have until next April to keep having fun there.

I had my issue Glock 19 and 125 rounds to shoot, along with my Henry Survival Rifle with about 100 rounds for it. Not a lot of ammo, but I figured what the heck it was better than nothing. As opposed to my shortage of ammo, the range had no shortsage of shooters. There were about 10 people shooting when I got there. Surprisingly enough all of them were probably in their young to mid twenties. Can you imagine that - young hipsters, young yuppies, young Manhattanites, young New York City kids - at a firearms range late on a friday afternoon! Are we finally getting our message across that the shooting sports, self defense, hunting, collecting, and everything else legal to do with firearms is a good thing, an American thing. I sure hope so.

Enough for the youngsters though, let me talk about my shooting. It was okay but not great. I was tired, grumpy, and just a bit out of it when I arrived. After 125 rounds of 9mm through the Glock I was feeling a lot better. I was shooting at a distance of only about 50 feet, maybe a bit more; the range is pretty small but big enough for big fun. I put all my shots into a spread hand sized group which was okay by me, and my hand is average sized for a man. Put your hand over the center of your chest, and you will see why that was okay by me. Then I had some fun with the Henry rifle. I had a pretty good group, albeit all to the low left of the bullseye while shooting CCI Mini-Mags, then all high to the left with Remington Golden Bullets. Then with a slight sight adjustment, all of my shots went into the bullseye. That is one thing I like and dislike about the Henry, the front sight, that is, being easy to adjust with just a hard push of the fingers. While easily adjusted, it is also fairly easily knocked out of alignment. Still though I like shooting this little survival rifle, I figure it is good practice just in case I actually ever have to depend on it for its stated purpose.

While shooting the Glock, one of the owners came over to say hi to me. He is a cousin or uncle of an agent from my job, and he makes it a point to stop by to say hi to me when I visit. We chatted a bit, and seeing him reminded me that I have not seen M-------, the agent in quite awhile. I miss her, she is one of the better people on my job but is now working in another office than me. We used to work together at JFK Airport back in the day when things were better (at least for me because I was younger) and the job was somewhat more exciting. Oh well, seeing her relative would have to do for now, and he is always very pleasant.

All in all it was agood 45 minutes to hour that I spent shooting. Next time I'll have to rememebr to bring more ammo (I had thought I had some at the office but must have used it all last time).

All the best,
Glenn B

A Finer Poem

The following is poetry at its finest, and is indeed a poem of great merit full of both wisdom and wit. I would love to be able to say that I penned it, but the truth be told I do not know the author, and have only ever seen it credited as: Anon. As a kid, I thought that Mr. Anon fella was one smart guy because there was so much he had written. Just in case you think or ever thought likewise, allow me to tell you that Anon means the work was attributed to an anonymous author. Sometimes I cannot believe the things I used to believe. Oh to be young, ignorant, and blissful again. Enough of that, here is the poem

THE PRESERVATION OF MAN

The horse and mule live 30 years
And nothing know of wines and beers.
The goat and sheep at 20 die
With never a taste of scotch or rye.
The cow drinks water by the ton
And at 18 is mostly done.
The dog at 16 cashes in
Without the aid of rum or gin.
The cat in milk and water soaks
And then in 12 short years it croaks.
The modest, sober, bone dry hen
Lays eggs for noggs, then dies at 10.
All animals then are strictly dry
They sinless live and swiftly die
But sinful, ginful, rum soaked men
Survive for three score years and ten.
And some of us, the mighty few,
Stay pickled till we’re ninety two.
Anon

I think I'll have to stop over at my local retailer of alcoholic beverages this evening and pick up a bottle or two of fine spirits. I want to hit at least 94.

All the best,

Glenn B