Monday, February 27, 2006

GOOD MORNING VIETNAM! Chapter Twenty

Chapter 20: The Smithtown News Article

The is the story the local paper published about my being wounded.


The Smithtown News
November 21, 1968

Our Serviceman

Private Anthony C****k, Jr., son of Mr. and Mrs. Anthony C****k of North Ingelore Court, Smithtown, is a patient at the 249th Hospital in Tokyo, recovering from wounds suffered in Vietnam.

The soldier was wounded November 8 on a night patrol in the Vietnam Delta region when the enemy exploded a claymore mine, hitting the Smithtown man in me face, neck, back, left arm and legs. Anthony's brother, Edward, is in the U.S. Navy, undergoing basic training at the Great Lakes, Ill. Another brother, Rod, has been deactivated from the Reserves and is now home.

GOOD MORNING VIETNAM! Chapter Twenty

Chapter 20: The Smithtown News Article

The is the story the local paper published about my being wounded.


The Smithtown News
November 21, 1968

Our Serviceman

Private Anthony C****k, Jr., son of Mr. and Mrs. Anthony C****k of North Ingelore Court, Smithtown, is a patient at the 249th Hospital in Tokyo, recovering from wounds suffered in Vietnam.

The soldier was wounded November 8 on a night patrol in the Vietnam Delta region when the enemy exploded a claymore mine, hitting the Smithtown man in me face, neck, back, left arm and legs. Anthony's brother, Edward, is in the U.S. Navy, undergoing basic training at the Great Lakes, Ill. Another brother, Rod, has been deactivated from the Reserves and is now home.

Redneck Fairy Tale

Once upon a time, a guy asked a girl "Will you marry me?" The girl said, "NO!" And the guy lived happily ever after and went fishing, hunting and played golf a lot and drank beer whenever he wanted.

THE END



For more Redneck Trailers, Trash, and other Tragically Caucasian Phenomenon, y'all git on over to Now that's some funny shit right thare...!! and laugh your ass off.

Redneck Fairy Tale

Once upon a time, a guy asked a girl "Will you marry me?" The girl said, "NO!" And the guy lived happily ever after and went fishing, hunting and played golf a lot and drank beer whenever he wanted.

THE END



For more Redneck Trailers, Trash, and other Tragically Caucasian Phenomenon, y'all git on over to Now that's some funny shit right thare...!! and laugh your ass off.

Sunday, February 26, 2006

Your Invited to a Party

The Michigan bloggers are having a party in the Detroit Metro area on March 31 & April 1 and you all are invited. Right now we are trying to get a head count and figure out the exact location for the party. If you are interested in coming, click on the button below and let us know.

I will be flying in from New York to attend the party and to visit my mother and sister who both live in Dearborn. This will be my second stop on the 2006 BTExpress Blog Tour and would really like to see you there.

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PS
If your wondering why I say WE are having a party, I was declared Honorary Mayor of Detroit years ago and am still legally a citizen of Detroit. Besides, Roximoon said I could come. ;-)

Your Invited to a Party

The Michigan bloggers are having a party in the Detroit Metro area on March 31 & April 1 and you all are invited. Right now we are trying to get a head count and figure out the exact location for the party. If you are interested in coming, click on the button below and let us know.

I will be flying in from New York to attend the party and to visit my mother and sister who both live in Dearborn. This will be my second stop on the 2006 BTExpress Blog Tour and would really like to see you there.

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PS
If your wondering why I say WE are having a party, I was declared Honorary Mayor of Detroit years ago and am still legally a citizen of Detroit. Besides, Roximoon said I could come. ;-)

Saturday, February 25, 2006

Interesting night last night

I went shopping for appliances with Arlene right after she got home from work last night. She is moving down to North Carolina in a few months and needs all new appliances for the new house. First we went to a Home Show which, according to their web site was supposed to have some to look at, but nothing. There were some things there that gave her some ideas so it wasn’t a total waste. Next we went to PC Richard’s to look. Arlene got some good advice from one of the sales people and found what she needed. I thought she should get the refridgerator with the TV in the door. She was convinced until logic set in this moring.

We hadn’t eaten dinner, so we stopped at the Grill near where she lives. After a while, two soldiers came in and sat by us. Lucky for Arlene, they sat on my side. One was a Captain and pretty young and obviously toasted, the other was a full-bird Colonel and the Captain’s supervisor. They had been there earlier but left and now were back to get something to eat. They were cursing a lot so, Tara, the bartender asked them to stop, which they did, almost. Then we had a conversation about me being in Vietnam years ago, Iraq and a general lack of media support for the military. No arguments, just discussions.

The Captain is a very disgruntled soldier. He hates being in the Army and can’t wait to get out and told the Colonel he doesn’t want the promotion to Major. In my opinion, telling a “Lifer” and your boss those things aren’t really a good idea, but that’s just me. The captain kept moving his barstool closer to me the more we talked. I kept moving mine closer to Arlene’s. Then it seems like after everything Arlene or I said to him, he would shake my hand or kiss her’s. I thought the Captain was going to fall off his chair but the Colonel finally paid the check so they could leave. I shook their hands goodbye and the Captain stopped in the bathroom before he left. On his way out to leave he passed us, said goodbye again, put his arm on my shoulder and kissed me on the cheek.

WTF was that all about? I'm thinkng that I’m just too damn charming and good looking for my own good. ;-)

We left soon after that and I took Arlene home. While I was there she surprised me with gift she had ordered for me for Valentine’s Day that didn’t arrive on time to give to me then. A Precious Moments figurine named “You Make the World A sweeter Place”. Isn't that sweet? I have it on the shelf above my monitor.

Speaking of Valentine’s Day, I forgot to tell you Arlene and I went out to a nice restraunt that evening, The Snapper Inn. We sat in a room with a fireplace that was overlooking the water. They had an excellent lounge singer and the food was excellent as well. We held hands a lot which was very romantic. Earlier that day I had a large boguet of flowers delivered to her at work which really surprised her. I remembered seeing how the women I used to work with felt when they got flowers at work and how much attention they got, so I decided it would be a good idea and it was. Arlene gave me a bottle of cologne, a small box of candy and a very nice card. All told, it was a very enjoyable and romantic evening.

Interesting night last night

I went shopping for appliances with Arlene right after she got home from work last night. She is moving down to North Carolina in a few months and needs all new appliances for the new house. First we went to a Home Show which, according to their web site was supposed to have some to look at, but nothing. There were some things there that gave her some ideas so it wasn’t a total waste. Next we went to PC Richard’s to look. Arlene got some good advice from one of the sales people and found what she needed. I thought she should get the refridgerator with the TV in the door. She was convinced until logic set in this moring.

We hadn’t eaten dinner, so we stopped at the Grill near where she lives. After a while, two soldiers came in and sat by us. Lucky for Arlene, they sat on my side. One was a Captain and pretty young and obviously toasted, the other was a full-bird Colonel and the Captain’s supervisor. They had been there earlier but left and now were back to get something to eat. They were cursing a lot so, Tara, the bartender asked them to stop, which they did, almost. Then we had a conversation about me being in Vietnam years ago, Iraq and a general lack of media support for the military. No arguments, just discussions.

The Captain is a very disgruntled soldier. He hates being in the Army and can’t wait to get out and told the Colonel he doesn’t want the promotion to Major. In my opinion, telling a “Lifer” and your boss those things aren’t really a good idea, but that’s just me. The captain kept moving his barstool closer to me the more we talked. I kept moving mine closer to Arlene’s. Then it seems like after everything Arlene or I said to him, he would shake my hand or kiss her’s. I thought the Captain was going to fall off his chair but the Colonel finally paid the check so they could leave. I shook their hands goodbye and the Captain stopped in the bathroom before he left. On his way out to leave he passed us, said goodbye again, put his arm on my shoulder and kissed me on the cheek.

WTF was that all about? I'm thinkng that I’m just too damn charming and good looking for my own good. ;-)

We left soon after that and I took Arlene home. While I was there she surprised me with gift she had ordered for me for Valentine’s Day that didn’t arrive on time to give to me then. A Precious Moments figurine named “You Make the World A sweeter Place”. Isn't that sweet? I have it on the shelf above my monitor.

Speaking of Valentine’s Day, I forgot to tell you Arlene and I went out to a nice restraunt that evening, The Snapper Inn. We sat in a room with a fireplace that was overlooking the water. They had an excellent lounge singer and the food was excellent as well. We held hands a lot which was very romantic. Earlier that day I had a large boguet of flowers delivered to her at work which really surprised her. I remembered seeing how the women I used to work with felt when they got flowers at work and how much attention they got, so I decided it would be a good idea and it was. Arlene gave me a bottle of cologne, a small box of candy and a very nice card. All told, it was a very enjoyable and romantic evening.

Thursday, February 23, 2006

Cleaning HNT

After much pushing and prodding by Arlene via emails this afternoon, I finally got my lazy ass up and cleaned the bathroom. She gave me a couple of very useful tips. The first was spray the tub and shower with cleaner and let it sit for 15 minutes before cleaning it off . The seconds was to do it nude so I don't get any bleach products on my clothes. I took her advice on both suggestions.




Uncropped version available upon special request,
which is absolute proof I followed Arlene's second suggestion. ;-)

Cleaning HNT

After much pushing and prodding by Arlene via emails this afternoon, I finally got my lazy ass up and cleaned the bathroom. She gave me a couple of very useful tips. The first was spray the tub and shower with cleaner and let it sit for 15 minutes before cleaning it off . The seconds was to do it nude so I don't get any bleach products on my clothes. I took her advice on both suggestions.




Uncropped version available upon special request,
which is absolute proof I followed Arlene's second suggestion. ;-)

Monday, February 20, 2006

GOOD MORNING VIETNAM! Chapter Nineteen

Chapter 19: I Arrive at the 249th General Hospital, Camp Drake, Japan

The long flight from Tan Son Nhut Airbase outside of Saigon ended at an airbase northwest of Tokyo in Japan. I was being transferred to the 249th General Hospital in Camp Drake, which wasn’t very far away. I would stay at the 249th for a few weeks before being transferred closer to home for the remainder of my hospital stay.


When the medevac plane I was on touched down on the runway in Japan, a cheer erupted from everyone on the plane. I remember getting goose bumps at the sound of that and just how good it felt to be out of Vietnam and on friendly soil again. No longer would I have to fear for my life every second of every day any more. I felt so good that I almost forgot why I was here.

I was taken off the plane and put on a medevac helicopter just like the ones in Vietnam for the flight to the hospital. The flight didn’t last long so the helicopter didn’t fly very high. I could look out the windows at the scenery as we flew over. I remember how crowded it looked; everything was so close together. What really surprised me was seeing a few farms but they were very small compared to ones I remember seeing growing up.

249th General Hospital, Camp Drake, Japan

Once the helicopter landed I was wheeled into the hospital on a gurney and placed in intensive care where I would stay until after my surgery a few days later. The wards in this hospital were just one big room with beds lined up not too far part in long rows. The fellow in the bed on one side of me had a large abdominal wound and the fellow on the other side had a chest wound. There wasn’t much to do so we talked about how we were wounded and what was wrong with us. We also paid close attention to each other when our wounds were treated.

When I first got wounded, it was difficult to look at my wounds. The easiest way to describe the feeling would be the feeling you get just before you are going to get a shot or they draw blood from your arm. You know how you can’t look and turn your head just before the needle sticks you. As if not looking will make it hurt any less or something. That fear of looking passed very soon after I was a wounded and I watch intently whenever my wounds were treated and asked questions when I wanted to know what things were or what was going on.

Remember the picture I posted of my bug scar on Half-Nekkid Thursday back in September? That scar was the result of a 4 inch round wound on the top of my right thigh. That wound was easy to see when they cleaned it. The wound was superficial which meant the flesh and fatty layer were gone, but the muscle was left intact. The first time had the nerve to look at that wound, I got a little worried because the muscle had a green tinge to it. They told me that was what it was suppose to look like and was normal. Pretty soon I was straining to look at all of my wounds whenever they cleaned them.

The wounds I could see on my body were nothing compared to the abdominal wound on the guy next to me. One time when they were cleaning it, he rolled over in my direction so I could get a good look at it. HOLY SHIT! His abdomen was sliced open in the shape of a very large capital “T” with the top of the “T” just under diaphragm. I could actually see inside of him. I mean the organs weren’t exposed but still, that was wild!

The guy on the other side was recovering from a chest wound that was almost healed. He was in ICU because his chest cavity kept filling with fluid that had to be drawn out several times a day. He would sit up, face me and lay his chest over one of those bed tables they give you to use when you sit up in bed in the hospital. They used a very large syringe and the longest needle I had ever seen to draw out the fluid. They stuck it directly into his upper back three or four times until most of the fluid was removed. The fluid was a yellowish color. He tried to hide how much it hurt, but you could see by the look on his face how much it must have been killing him.

I had a lot of tests and x-rays those first couple of days. I had to slide out of the bed over onto a gurney. Get wheeled to x-ray, or where ever, and sometimes back off the gurney and onto another table the have to reverse the process when I got back in bed. I was drugged up pretty good so I wasn’t very uncomfortable just lying in bed, but during these transfers it got pretty bad. Having a catheter didn't make any of this any easier. If you remember I had wounds pretty much everywhere except on the front of my torso and right arm and still had great difficulty moving my legs. Since I my entire body was practically wrapped in bandages, I wasn't allowed to wear pajamas which made tending to my wounds easier.

One time when I was being transferred back into bed, they were having trouble getting me off the gurney and back into bed. The sheet I was covered with had got caught on something about half way through the transfer so they stopped to clear it so I stayed covered. That pissed me off so I just yanked the sheet off and told them to forget it. I didn’t care who saw me nude at that point. My modesty was long gone. They got me back into bed and I settled in. Then a couple of the guys started making jokes about my lack of “manhood” if you get my drift.

Sometimes when I was taken for tests I had to be wheeled between buildings, which meant going outside. I always asked them to prop up the head of the gurney so I could look around. I’ll never forget the first time being outside how overwhelmed I was with everything. I even made them stop for a few minutes just so I could take it all in. They turned the gurney so I could look around without straining.

As soon as the doors open to go outside, I remember taking a deep breath and smelling the air, air so fresh and sweet. It was as if I was smelling clean air for the first time. It was a beautiful sunny day, a little chilly, but I was covered with a blanket so I didn’t care. I remember hearing the birds singing and seeing them flying around and hopping on the lawn. The lawn was dotted with benches and tables with people sitting, or just walking around enjoying being outside in the fresh air on such a beautiful day.

Across the lawn, was a fence and over the top of the fence I could see the second floor on a school. The children were moving in and out of the classrooms and walking along under the over hang that ran the length of the second floor of the school outside the classrooms. I could hear them laughing and talking as they moved along just like I used to do when I was in school.

How wonderful everything seemed just then. Gone were the smell of the diesel fuel exhaust and the sounds of the vehicles that constantly drove back and forth all day on the highway outside FSB Stuart. Gone were the smell of the exhaust and the sounds of the helicopters that flew us so many places, so many times. Places we never knew what to expect when we landed. Places we never knew if we would even make it back from. Gone was the smell and sounds of gunpowder from the rifles, mortars and hand grenades, and those damn 105mm Howitzers at FSB Stuart that shook the ground and sent shock waves through the air every time they fired. Gone were the smells and sounds of war. Gone were the never-ending fears that almost never let me get comfortable from the moment I first landed in Vietnam and stepped off that jet into the rocket attack at Bien Hoa airbase just a little over a month ago.

At that moment in time, a feeling of peaceful contentment engulfed me that I will never forget. I truly never felt better in all my life.

GOOD MORNING VIETNAM! Chapter Nineteen

Chapter 19: I Arrive at the 249th General Hospital, Camp Drake, Japan

The long flight from Tan Son Nhut Airbase outside of Saigon ended at an airbase northwest of Tokyo in Japan. I was being transferred to the 249th General Hospital in Camp Drake, which wasn’t very far away. I would stay at the 249th for a few weeks before being transferred closer to home for the remainder of my hospital stay.


When the medevac plane I was on touched down on the runway in Japan, a cheer erupted from everyone on the plane. I remember getting goose bumps at the sound of that and just how good it felt to be out of Vietnam and on friendly soil again. No longer would I have to fear for my life every second of every day any more. I felt so good that I almost forgot why I was here.

I was taken off the plane and put on a medevac helicopter just like the ones in Vietnam for the flight to the hospital. The flight didn’t last long so the helicopter didn’t fly very high. I could look out the windows at the scenery as we flew over. I remember how crowded it looked; everything was so close together. What really surprised me was seeing a few farms but they were very small compared to ones I remember seeing growing up.

249th General Hospital, Camp Drake, Japan

Once the helicopter landed I was wheeled into the hospital on a gurney and placed in intensive care where I would stay until after my surgery a few days later. The wards in this hospital were just one big room with beds lined up not too far part in long rows. The fellow in the bed on one side of me had a large abdominal wound and the fellow on the other side had a chest wound. There wasn’t much to do so we talked about how we were wounded and what was wrong with us. We also paid close attention to each other when our wounds were treated.

When I first got wounded, it was difficult to look at my wounds. The easiest way to describe the feeling would be the feeling you get just before you are going to get a shot or they draw blood from your arm. You know how you can’t look and turn your head just before the needle sticks you. As if not looking will make it hurt any less or something. That fear of looking passed very soon after I was a wounded and I watch intently whenever my wounds were treated and asked questions when I wanted to know what things were or what was going on.

Remember the picture I posted of my bug scar on Half-Nekkid Thursday back in September? That scar was the result of a 4 inch round wound on the top of my right thigh. That wound was easy to see when they cleaned it. The wound was superficial which meant the flesh and fatty layer were gone, but the muscle was left intact. The first time had the nerve to look at that wound, I got a little worried because the muscle had a green tinge to it. They told me that was what it was suppose to look like and was normal. Pretty soon I was straining to look at all of my wounds whenever they cleaned them.

The wounds I could see on my body were nothing compared to the abdominal wound on the guy next to me. One time when they were cleaning it, he rolled over in my direction so I could get a good look at it. HOLY SHIT! His abdomen was sliced open in the shape of a very large capital “T” with the top of the “T” just under diaphragm. I could actually see inside of him. I mean the organs weren’t exposed but still, that was wild!

The guy on the other side was recovering from a chest wound that was almost healed. He was in ICU because his chest cavity kept filling with fluid that had to be drawn out several times a day. He would sit up, face me and lay his chest over one of those bed tables they give you to use when you sit up in bed in the hospital. They used a very large syringe and the longest needle I had ever seen to draw out the fluid. They stuck it directly into his upper back three or four times until most of the fluid was removed. The fluid was a yellowish color. He tried to hide how much it hurt, but you could see by the look on his face how much it must have been killing him.

I had a lot of tests and x-rays those first couple of days. I had to slide out of the bed over onto a gurney. Get wheeled to x-ray, or where ever, and sometimes back off the gurney and onto another table the have to reverse the process when I got back in bed. I was drugged up pretty good so I wasn’t very uncomfortable just lying in bed, but during these transfers it got pretty bad. Having a catheter didn't make any of this any easier. If you remember I had wounds pretty much everywhere except on the front of my torso and right arm and still had great difficulty moving my legs. Since I my entire body was practically wrapped in bandages, I wasn't allowed to wear pajamas which made tending to my wounds easier.

One time when I was being transferred back into bed, they were having trouble getting me off the gurney and back into bed. The sheet I was covered with had got caught on something about half way through the transfer so they stopped to clear it so I stayed covered. That pissed me off so I just yanked the sheet off and told them to forget it. I didn’t care who saw me nude at that point. My modesty was long gone. They got me back into bed and I settled in. Then a couple of the guys started making jokes about my lack of “manhood” if you get my drift.

Sometimes when I was taken for tests I had to be wheeled between buildings, which meant going outside. I always asked them to prop up the head of the gurney so I could look around. I’ll never forget the first time being outside how overwhelmed I was with everything. I even made them stop for a few minutes just so I could take it all in. They turned the gurney so I could look around without straining.

As soon as the doors open to go outside, I remember taking a deep breath and smelling the air, air so fresh and sweet. It was as if I was smelling clean air for the first time. It was a beautiful sunny day, a little chilly, but I was covered with a blanket so I didn’t care. I remember hearing the birds singing and seeing them flying around and hopping on the lawn. The lawn was dotted with benches and tables with people sitting, or just walking around enjoying being outside in the fresh air on such a beautiful day.

Across the lawn, was a fence and over the top of the fence I could see the second floor on a school. The children were moving in and out of the classrooms and walking along under the over hang that ran the length of the second floor of the school outside the classrooms. I could hear them laughing and talking as they moved along just like I used to do when I was in school.

How wonderful everything seemed just then. Gone were the smell of the diesel fuel exhaust and the sounds of the vehicles that constantly drove back and forth all day on the highway outside FSB Stuart. Gone were the smell of the exhaust and the sounds of the helicopters that flew us so many places, so many times. Places we never knew what to expect when we landed. Places we never knew if we would even make it back from. Gone was the smell and sounds of gunpowder from the rifles, mortars and hand grenades, and those damn 105mm Howitzers at FSB Stuart that shook the ground and sent shock waves through the air every time they fired. Gone were the smells and sounds of war. Gone were the never-ending fears that almost never let me get comfortable from the moment I first landed in Vietnam and stepped off that jet into the rocket attack at Bien Hoa airbase just a little over a month ago.

At that moment in time, a feeling of peaceful contentment engulfed me that I will never forget. I truly never felt better in all my life.

Saturday, February 18, 2006

I set a new record last night...

... for staying out late. I went out to Kenny's Pub again last night. I saw some people we knew from boating that I haven't seen in a long time. It was good to see them. There was live music, like usual on Friday and Saturday nights, and the band was very good. I hung out with my friends, danced a little and stayed until the bar closed talking to the owners, cook and bartenders. The bar usually closes at 2:00, but some people just didn't want to leave so Kenny closed the bar at 4:00. By then Kenny was hungry, so he cooked up some BBQ ribs and sauteed scallops for a late night snack so I stayed for an early breakfast. By the time I got home, it was 6:00 am.

Getting home at 6:00 am isn't an life-time record for me, but it's been many, many years since I've stayed out that late.

I'm going back to Kenny's tonight and again tomorrow evening. They don't usually have much going on Sundays, but this Sunday they are have party to raise money for the family of a friend of there’s, whose husband recently passed away from a heart attack.

Pray for me that I survive this weekend.

PS
I forgot to tell you, I didn't get up today until 4:30 this afternoon.


Edit: Sunday, 11:25 am
I was much better last night. I left Kenny's Pub early and got home at a decent hour, about 2:30 am. Tonight it's back to Kenny's at about 6:00 pm for a fund raiser featuring Randy Jackson of the band Zebra.


Edit: Monday, 12:17 pm
Good, news. I survived the weekend. I got home even earlier at 2:00 am. I met a couple of friends I worked with last night and enjoyed talking to them. Randy Jackson was fabulous and the place was packed. They had a very large buffet and the $10 to get in was well worth the price. They raffled off about 2 dozen baskets of anything from wine and liquor to bath & body lotions, an autographed electric guitar, DVD player and a wheel barrow of assorted
champagne, wines and liquors.

I set a new record last night...

... for staying out late. I went out to Kenny's Pub again last night. I saw some people we knew from boating that I haven't seen in a long time. It was good to see them. There was live music, like usual on Friday and Saturday nights, and the band was very good. I hung out with my friends, danced a little and stayed until the bar closed talking to the owners, cook and bartenders. The bar usually closes at 2:00, but some people just didn't want to leave so Kenny closed the bar at 4:00. By then Kenny was hungry, so he cooked up some BBQ ribs and sauteed scallops for a late night snack so I stayed for an early breakfast. By the time I got home, it was 6:00 am.

Getting home at 6:00 am isn't an life-time record for me, but it's been many, many years since I've stayed out that late.

I'm going back to Kenny's tonight and again tomorrow evening. They don't usually have much going on Sundays, but this Sunday they are have party to raise money for the family of a friend of there’s, whose husband recently passed away from a heart attack.

Pray for me that I survive this weekend.

PS
I forgot to tell you, I didn't get up today until 4:30 this afternoon.


Edit: Sunday, 11:25 am
I was much better last night. I left Kenny's Pub early and got home at a decent hour, about 2:30 am. Tonight it's back to Kenny's at about 6:00 pm for a fund raiser featuring Randy Jackson of the band Zebra.


Edit: Monday, 12:17 pm
Good, news. I survived the weekend. I got home even earlier at 2:00 am. I met a couple of friends I worked with last night and enjoyed talking to them. Randy Jackson was fabulous and the place was packed. They had a very large buffet and the $10 to get in was well worth the price. They raffled off about 2 dozen baskets of anything from wine and liquor to bath & body lotions, an autographed electric guitar, DVD player and a wheel barrow of assorted
champagne, wines and liquors.

Friday, February 17, 2006

SPECIAL MESSAGE.......

Do you ever have feelings of inadequacy?

Do you suffer from shyness?

Do you sometimes wish you were more assertive?


If you answered "Yes!" to any of these questions, ask your doctor or pharmacist about Tequila®.

Tequila® is the safe, natural way to feel better and more confident about yourself and your actions. Tequila® can help ease you out of your shyness and let you tell the world that you're ready and willing to do just about anything!

You will notice the benefits of Tequila® almost immediately and with a regimen of regular doses you can overcome any obstacles that prevent you from living the life you want to live.

Shyness and awkwardness will be a thing of the past and you will discover many talents you never knew you had.

Stop hiding and start living...with Tequila®!

Tequila® may not be right for everyone. Women who are pregnant or nursing should not use Tequila®. However, women who wouldn't mind nursing or becoming pregnant are encouraged to try it.

Side effects may include: Dizziness, nausea, vomiting, incarceration, eroticlustfulness, loss of motor control, loss of clothing, loss of money, loss of virginity, delusions of grandeur, table dancing, headache, dehydration, dry mouth, and a desire to sing Karaoke and play all-night rounds of Strip Poker, Truth Or Dare, and Naked Twister.

Tequila®. Leave Shyness Behind. (tm)

SPECIAL MESSAGE.......

Do you ever have feelings of inadequacy?

Do you suffer from shyness?

Do you sometimes wish you were more assertive?


If you answered "Yes!" to any of these questions, ask your doctor or pharmacist about Tequila®.

Tequila® is the safe, natural way to feel better and more confident about yourself and your actions. Tequila® can help ease you out of your shyness and let you tell the world that you're ready and willing to do just about anything!

You will notice the benefits of Tequila® almost immediately and with a regimen of regular doses you can overcome any obstacles that prevent you from living the life you want to live.

Shyness and awkwardness will be a thing of the past and you will discover many talents you never knew you had.

Stop hiding and start living...with Tequila®!

Tequila® may not be right for everyone. Women who are pregnant or nursing should not use Tequila®. However, women who wouldn't mind nursing or becoming pregnant are encouraged to try it.

Side effects may include: Dizziness, nausea, vomiting, incarceration, eroticlustfulness, loss of motor control, loss of clothing, loss of money, loss of virginity, delusions of grandeur, table dancing, headache, dehydration, dry mouth, and a desire to sing Karaoke and play all-night rounds of Strip Poker, Truth Or Dare, and Naked Twister.

Tequila®. Leave Shyness Behind. (tm)

Thursday, February 16, 2006

Which do you like better?

Below are two pairs of legs with foot wear. One pair is mine and the others are Summer's. I'm not telling you which are which or it might sway your decision, because I know how much you all like my legs. I'm having a hard time deciding which I like better.

Which do you like better, socks or boots?




For more sexy leg pictures, visit the home of Half-Nekkid Thursday.

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