Some people just don't get it...

After last night I have to start this week off by talking about Russell and just how dumb he really is on Survivor.  Sure the guy had the ability to scare everyone out of the game to get himself to the final 3, but he can't figure out how that does not equate to a win when it is all said and done!  How blind are you dude?  Don't get me wrong... season 19 I thought that the guy was fun to watch and should have won the show because he had played the game better than the rest, and in a way that no one had in previous seasons.  This season, mixed in with so many stars from previous years, he was nothing more than a cocky twerp that none of them had ever seen or heard of before.  This fool was acting like the almighty God and that lying to all of them would be worth getting paid in the end.  These are not a bunch of green simpletons that you are playing with and they understand the difference between game play and a person with a little mans complex and a forked tongue.  I was laughing my ass off when Jeff kept trying to point out to him how dumb his really is because if he were to learn to play that last 1/3 of the game that he ignores, he might have been the best person to ever play the game.  Game... yeah OK.... I love the show but it is the biggest crap shoot, popularity contest on TV.

Now on with my show....

Had a good weekend.  Stayed home from work on Friday with a sore back from carrying all of this weight that I vent about on here!  It was nice though.  Got to do some running around with Hunny and go have some lunch.  It has been a real long time since we were able to do that and even though I was a pissy asshole because my back was giving me a headache I enjoyed my day.  Once we got home we got the girls ready and went over to the school for the carnival they were having.  We all helped out in the AP booth and her and one of the coaches talked to a LOT of girls about coming out to cheer.  The kids did some tumbling on a mat that they brought and put on a bit of a show that all of the kids enjoyed watching.  Little Miss must have done 200 back handsprings while we were there!  There was a little boy (OK... little is being nice.  Two inches taller and he would be perfectly round!) who was rolling on the mat thinking that he was tumbling and Little Miss was looking at him and rolling her eyes like, "Dude, get up.  You are not doing anything and you are wasting my mat time!"  It was pretty funny to watch the expressions on her face to be honest.  Albert was there for a bit with the boys and we hung out and shot the shit until his visions of pizza and beer at home got the best of him.

Saturday did some clean up around the house and put together a nice nap in the living room.  Went over to The Fuzz and Smut Queen's place for some cocktails and grub.  The girls did some swimming while The Fuzz and I had a few beers as I made mango salsa and blue cheese stuffed burgers.  I am a little rusty, but I still got it.  We sat outside after we ate and hung out.  The Fuzz and I threw quarters in the pool as the kids tried to find them.  All I can hear right now is Smut Queen yelling at the top of her lungs, "Foo!... Boob!" as she tried a little too hard to get the quarters before the little ones could!  My beer almost shot out my nose as I laughed and looked the other way in time not to have that impression burned into my brain.

We went inside for some cake after nearly loosing an eye and got a call from Turbo.  She proceeds to tell me that that old folks and McLovin are out at The Wildlife hanging out enjoying the nice weather and making s'mores.  Then it happens.  The s'mores have had enough of being America's campfire food and they attack!  And it could only be Uncle Shartly this would happen to!  As he toasts his marshmallow over the campfire too close, it does what marshmallows do and catches fire.  He proceeds to try and put out his molten ball of sugar fluff like anyone else and shakes his stick.  The problem comes from the stick and marshmallow being in constant communication during this process and the marshmallow convinces the stick to play the roll of a catapulting device in order for the marshmallow to invoke its revenge!  After a few shakes the marshmallow builds up the proper momentum, acquires its target, and releases from his new buddy the stick and in a flaming ball of glory adheres itself, still ablaze mind you, onto Uncle Shartly's cheek and nose!  The entire time McLovin is watching this unfold right in front of his eyes and looks on in intrigued astonishment as Uncle Shartly tries to beat the fire out on his face!  Needless to say the member of the s'mores family chalked up a win for the team as Uncle Shartly moaned in anguish as he peeled the marshmallow and skin fragments from his face in the motor home bathroom!  Eat carrot sticks.... their safe!

Sunday we finished cleaning around the house and then went over to Pop's and Turbo's for a BBQ.  Turbo and I ran to Costco and grabbed some tri-tip's and some other goodies for me to cook up.  Had McLovin scrub 5 months of winter off of my car just in time for it to rain again last night while I cooked.  Thank you Mother Nature.  Glad someone out there has a sense of humor!  Uncle Shartly and Lu stopped by to eat.  His face and her stomach have both recovered from the night before.  Sore, but they will pull through.

Smut Queen is one step closer to her filthy words hitting our book stands! Check it out here ladies! Guys you may want to take a look to since you will be the ones asked to complete this roll play at home, or the car, later! Those ladies who are selfish out there and keep all of that excitement to yourselves and your pocket pal.  Fore shame!  Let me let you in on a little secret.... guys are happy to help!  Why is it that a woman has no problems asking her man to "help" by throwing garbage, beating the kids, cleaning up after pets, cleaning the garage, wash dishes... but when she could "REALLY" use a hand there is not a peep said?  WTF?  Get on our good sides now ladies because when hot flashes kick in and you're walking around dry humping the air you are going to want us to be your new best friend! (Or at least a person with a penis that can play a facsimile of us for you!)  Also Smut Queen says buying her book is thanks enough and please don't send her pictures showing her how close you and your boy toy were to recreating these moments!!!!!  If you would like to share though you can email me at tonerbo..... =oÞ

Real quick we are having our raffle ticket fundraiser for the girls cheer season and we are giving away $500 cash to the winner.  If you would like to get a ticket or 10 drop me a line.  It does not matter where in the world you are... money travels!  If you are part of Facebook you can get more information here.  Tickets are only $3 each and there are deals if you want to buy more!  If you are in the area we are having a BBQ, poker and Bunco event out in Tracy the day we draw for the winner!



I am done.  Keep an eye out of her book and go buy it! (I plan on a five finger discount of one from her house the next time I am there and see a copy laying around.  Yeah... I am now a cheap bastard!  I said it.)
 
Toner Boy