Greetings Me Droogs N Droogettes!
So Gretchen is down with whatever I had, as well as some ‘other issues’ (stomach bug) so I’ve been playing ‘dutiful spouse’ and doing all the cooking and cleaning, which TBH isn’t that far off from the norm.
Let’s face it… her cooking, outside of a few very specific meals can best be described as “How can toast have bones?”
And cleaning? Well she’s a chick.
I’ve –yet– to meet a chick who’s as fastidious as a guy who served in the Army/Marine Corps. Once you get that “dress-right-dress” thing down, and “cleanliness is next to Godliness”, guys like me tend to be a bit OCD in keeping shit straight.
Clutter I can deal with. ESPECIALLY if it’s “organized” clutter and I’m 99.99% sure you guys in the studio viewing audience would agree. “A Place for Every Thing, and Every Thing in it’s Place” so to speak.
I mean I got soooooo many projects going on it’s crazy. I know Phil over at Bustedknuckles knows of what I speak.
So,. to the quick Sunday-Funday Title Point.
Because Gretch is ‘down and out’ and just feeling pure-dee shitty, I went to get her some of her favorite Scooby Snacks at Publix, (whilst also reloading my beer in the fridge). I was wearing my usual offensive attire:
Specifically, it’s a “Top Popp” (Terrence Popp) Tee that I got off of his website a couple or so years ago… The translation as it’s hard to get a selfie is:
Fuckin’ AWESOME amiright!?!
Damned shame of it is he no longer sells it…
Not sure -why- but go figure.
The fact that I got a oversized tee that fits, with a insanely offensive slogan on it? Mad bonus points. I positively love this thing. Wish I could get moar, BUT as I said, he no longer has it on his website. Anywho…
So…. I’m in Publix.
Wearing the shirt.
With a ‘gives no fucks/too tired/need more beer’ attitude.
Whereupon I get to the aisle that Gretchens Scooby Snacks are on. I quickly move down said-aisle, and notice a Brother (blaq dude) staring down the lane -at me-.
Moar specifically, at my Tee Shirt.
Or I should say, the logo? writing? on it.
Dude’s all looking pissed off AF. Stares at it whilst I ignore him… he only caught my eye as I looked in that direction… as I proceeded to head down the aisle, he went from passive, to getting an aggressive/angry look on his face, like he was going to say something.
My antenna went up.
Game One Monkey.
Thankfully, my A.O. leans towards a 70-30 Whytte/blaq number of folks so to speak… if it was the opposite, I might have been in trouble as the blaqs are so tribalistic and whatnot, I might have gotten swarmed… Jes’ Sayin’
So, as he approached, he started getting this “Poo Face” on, at which point I -think- he wanted to get all self-righteous and confrontational with me…
I put on my “war face”
The one that pretty much states openly “I’m ready to rumble and someone is getting fucked up and that someone is you!!!”
Been told I’m rather frightening when I look that way
When we locked eyes, it was truly awesome.
He literally bowed his head, looked down at his grocery cart, and moved on with nary a word.
As Top (former 1Sgt) Popp would say: “WINNING!!!”
Guess he knew who the King of the Aisle was LOL.
That and IF things went sideways, well since Florida went Constitutional Carry, an I never leave the house without a handgun, my fave for quick “in-and-out runs” from either gas stations/7-11’s/grocery stores is a Bond Derringer:
And looking it up for the pic?
Holy Hells!!! I paid less than $160 out the door!
It’s now $277 without transfer fees and ‘other’
Good Job Brandon Inc. Amiright?
Yeah… vicious lil .357 Magnum two shot hellraiser. First time I test fired it in the side yard, it set off ALL the car alarms, as well as blew out my electronic earpro… as in shut it down so’s I had to pull the batteries to reset it.
Sapper almost shit himself, it was –that loud–
I keep it loaded with some solid Copper 140 grain Xtreme Defense Rounds that’ll turn someone’s head into a hollowed out shell of it’s former self… shit ain’t no joke… and neither is the fireball from that lil bastard. Fucker is pure dee evil man… 10/10, would recommend.
I also like I can carry and use .38 special in it, as truthfully, the .357 is a bit much even for a fucker like myself… I mean man, it -literally- set off ALL of the car alarms in the immediate vicinity. The neighbors usually are quite forgiving and cool…
I mean I -do- have a ‘rep’ for being the guy who makes fireworks, as well as flamethrowers, and occasionally test fires his shit in the backyard/side yard, but that one?
Yeah, people were nice about it, but still aggrevated.
That’s been MY weekend. Hope y’all’s was good as well.