Awesomeness.

 Regarding a recent DEA/FBI bust for drug trafficking:


After being approached by Ferguson, Potter allegedly agreed to the deal and got Skelton to join him to pick up the bale at certain coordinates about 10 miles south of Cruz Bay at 4 a.m. on May 6, according to the report.
Which is where the sting apparently fell apart. Although agents witnessed the suspects arriving at the planned drop site, the FBI’s plane — loaded with reams of paper disguised as bricks of cocaine wrapped in trash bags and burlap sacks — had trouble taking off and then dropped the drugs in the wrong location, according to the report on the St. John Source website.

'Mo shit left at dumpsters.

Best guess? This huge-ass TV was fried by a WAPA surge, and the owners took a bat to it. I'm actually surprised they didn't take a bat on a WAPA worker.

Thank you for a lovely dinner, and for the awesome sign in your "REST ROOM". Apparently, Bronc does not think that I know the meaning of "rest room".

Kind of right up there with oysters, caviar, and champagne.

A term explaining something that will make you a man or make you tougher.

"Whew, that's a strong drink. It'll put hair on your chest."

Chicken in a chair.

Sunday, June 6, 2010, at the beach.

I did a google search for "chicken in a chair", and all I found was:

Chicken in a can.

Chicken in a crock pot.

Chicken in a biscuit (also, an alternate spelling, "biskit";  nice!).

Chicken in a bag.

Chicken in a slow cooker.

The last one works for me, because it is SO fucking hot here, it feels like we are living in a slow cooker.

This is the bee's knees!!!