Hurricane Season

Unlike past years, we have made it to September with minimal impact from Mother Nature. This week provided us with a dress rehearsal as the Central Florida region prepared for Ernesto. The damage was isolated as shown but we all came through ready and willing to face the world. I think we can survive without FEMA this time, but we dodged a bullet and may not be as lucky in the future......

Beer Divorce

It is a sad day for all consumers when the large bohemoth buys up the small customer focused breweries. Unfortunately, it is not uncommon as many a small brewery folds under the competitive forces of Big Beer.

I have been a consistent consumer of Rolling Rock for 30 years. I have also consumed the AB products and I'm smart enough to realize that AB is not going to forever stick with the RR formula. They are both rice beers but the difference in taste puts RR more than 33% above the bohemouth brands.

I will miss you Rolling Rock, but it's time to move on. We're calling it quits - divorce from my favorite beer. Irreconcilable differences indeed. I hope you change your mind and go back to Latrobe...I hope you stick to your roots and follow good taste....but I won't hold my breath.....I'm crushed right now, but I'll recover...I'll just have to go drown my sorrows with someone new.......

Heeyyy!!!.....Get a look at that St. Pauli Girl!! Oh come on now, you look much younger than "33".....you remind me of someone I used to know.....yeah, she looked good in green....What happened you ask? She moved to New Jersey and changed....

The Office Life - Part 1

I’m turning into a dirty old man….

I walked into the cubicle of a young lady (24 and really cute) who works with me. Her cell phone was plugged into its charger and was hidden in her lap. What I noticed with some curiosity was an electric cord running from the wall to a very private area.

Just as I said hello, her cell phone rang…only it didn’t ring as it was set to vibrate and a loud BZZZZ filled the air.
Many things ran through my mind that I would have said if I was 20 years younger and single. Here are the ones I can remember:

"Ummm, that is your phone, isn't it?"
"Do you want me to answer that?"
"If you give me your number, I'll call you every 20 minutes or so."
"Are there other features of that Razor that they don't adverstise?"

Instead, I bit my lip and remarked at how nice her shoes looked (it was all I could think of that was not suggestive). Now she thinks it’s wonderful that I noticed her shoes……women…..

Post Time......

So, the holiday has ended and the hangovers have subsided, but many have asked, "If it's truly St. Patrick's Month as you claim, why have all the lame Irish jokes subsided????"

"Well, " he says, "It's mainly because I don't wish to wear out my welcome......"

Yes, believe it or not, some people actualy get tired of Irish jokes.......These people are typically of inferior mental capabilities, but being the diverse culture we are these days, we can't pick on stupid people for being stupid......

(Damn.....I wasn't supposed to be so insensitive........I do apoligize....no, really, I'm sorry....I did not mean to imply that people who did not enjoy Irish humor were stupid......but, if you stop to think about it, they are either stupid or merely daft.........

There now, I hope I made you feel better.......

Let's test......if you find this funny.......than you are cured, and you are no longer a subject of the Queen......Hip-Hip-Hurray!!!!!


A Belfast newspaper once reported the launching of an aircraft carrier and recorded:

'The Duchess smashed the bottle against the bow and amid the applause of the crowd she slid on her greasy bottom into the sea.'



A black, black night it was as Mick made his way homeward from the pub. Suddenly he heard a small voice crying for help and so, full of Guinness and good will to all men, he followed the sound 'til he came across the small figure of a leprechaun with his foot caught under a large stone. Mick freed the green-clad little fellow, helped him gently to his feet and made sure all was well.
"Good sir," said the leprechaun, bowing stiffly and low, "I am in your debt and wish to repay yer kindness. I would deem it a favor if ye'd accept three fairy wishes."
"Shure now that would be foine," said Mick.
"Make a wish then," said the little man, "and whatever ye want, 'twill be granted."
"Oi wish Oi had a bottle of stout," said Mick.
No sooner were the words spoken than a bottle appeared in Mick's hand. Gently he unscrewed the top and supped the bottle.
"Sir," interrupted the leprechaun, "I don't mean to be rushing ye, but I must get on and ye still have two more wishes to make."
"Well," said Mick, "Oi wish this bottle would never be empty."
"Done," said the manikin.
Mick had another swig and another and, sure enough, after each the bottle would replenish itself.
"Glory be," said Mick, dancing a small jig and supping some more.
"And what's your third wish?" the leprechaun inquired politely.
"Shure now," said Mick, waving his magic bottle, "Oi'll have another one of these."