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My father owned a service station when I was growing up...back when they were truly “service” stations. His head mechanic, actually a pretty mellow guy, would keep cans of sardines in the locker room freezer. Whenever he had a really nasty customer, he would pull out a tin, key it open, and pop up the car’s back seat for a little “bonus” before backing the car out of the bay.

When they hit Trump with lawfare, they lifted the stigma of not going after former Presidents...beautiful.

Bwahahahaha....

PP now has television commercials trying to raise funds.

I counted the Latinos on one hand this Saturday in a Tampa Walmart. I use their pharmacy for Rx canine meds but walked around to see...and none seen in parking lot.

Tampa area - Gas prices are generally $2.95 or so a gallon if I have a quarter tank or greater. Once I get below a quarter tank, it shoots to $3.25. Crazy, huh?

Paychecks dry up?

"If stupid people knew they were stupid, wouldn’t they be smart?"

No...because being stupid is a lot like being dead. Everyone around you knows it for sure...but you have no idea.

Reminds me of the opening credits of MP and the Holy Grail...

I know my neighboring Florida county, Polk, isn’t illegal immigrants - That’s Sheriff Grady Judd country.

Somehow, and I cannot figure out how, that makes sense.

No question for me - J.J. McClure and Captain Chaos...Cannonball Run.

Yep - Ambassador USUN is no small gig.

Yep...indoors is the only place we Florida transplants from up north can continue to wear our winter attire :)

Seriously, my girl takes a sweater or light jacket to every store or restaurant we go to....

I deal with gators here in Florida almost every day - have been for years now. Part of my job is to know them and to harvest them from the controlled area when its necessary (motto - a fed gator is a dead gator).

One thing I'm pretty sure of is that there must be water behind that home and the gators are moving from one water source to the next. No, they do not have some internal compass, but do have incredibly strong senses that lead them to water...and when moving, they follow their senses. That straight line approach often takes them to the front and rear of homes, where they bump around until they find a way around a home...and they bump a lot - sometimes seemingly knocking on doors.

The thing that gets me is, I've never seen or heard of two gators moving together. Its mating season down here now and one might be a female, but females don't usually get over six feet. These two look almost eight, snout to tail. And mating is usually done when the male approaches a female in or at the water and tries to woo her.

Then, two males? Not likely - especially in mating season. Males establish territorial dominance over other males...often to the death.

Who knows? Them/Them gators now?

I love how they threw a ball cap on his head - you can tell it wasn’t his because the bill is not gangsta rapper straight. Curved, albeit a little, but not thug.

Yep - FIB’s Hostage Rescue Team

Geez...The soldier was NOT pointing his weapon at 47 or JD...he just came out of the tent and was well way from the SUV...Depth perception issue...his aim (from his position) was far right of the SUV.

Bald guy - he could have been in charge of a protective unit that thought they might need to advance to the area and bold guy says nope - stay where you are...waaaaaay too much of a stretch on these two "breaking" revelations.

I was a chubby kid then teen...then dropped most in the Corps, but after, at 6 ft tall, shot to 240 plus or minus lbs in my 40's before I found my (yeah, just my, I know) Holy Grail...Eat breakfast like a King, Lunch like a Prince, and dinner like a Pauper. At almost 63 years of age now I have spent the last two decades at 170ish with no effort, and eat what I want for a meal. If I get hungry at night, I can grab a snack, like a piece of chocolate, but I let the one piece satisfy me. 10 minutes ago I did a drive-by at the pantry and grabbed a fist full of crunchy granola, threw it back and walked away satisfied.

Okay...the other dirty magic bullet for me was when I stopped drinking beer, which was a huge deal in the 80's and 90s - beer was involved in every activity with others - golf, boating, fishing, weekend gathering at a friends, nights at the local watering hole with the guys. Then I switched to bourbon and, still to this day, enjoy a glass or two when the day is over.

Back when I did stop drinking beer, the weight actually came off fast and I had loose skin in areas - but the body adjusted over the next few years. The body is actually an amazing, miraculous, God-given machine if we give it the chance!

Just let me snatch the pebbles already, Master Po!