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You probably think I’m day late posting this and you would be right. But I am in Rifle which means I have the ultimate get-out-jail free-card. You pretty much can’t be mad at me.
ANYWAY. I’m downing whiskey to Spring which seems like it’s FINALLY here, after an April filled not with showers but huge snowstorms. In fact, I think it snowed like four times as much in April here in Colorado than the whole rest of the year.
To climbing in shorts, approaching in flip flops.
To barbeque’s and beers on the …
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It’s been a bit I know, but here’s another one. This is a special lady. She plays kickball. She shanks things. She will basically make you think you need to move to her locale immediately. Read the interview. Check the pictures. Leave a comment. Click through and check this girl out.
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Now I realize that Bronco just dropped some serious health knowledge on you all recently with his 3-tein diet plan. While his nutritional knowledge is only rivaled innovators such as Dr. Atkins and Dr. SouthBeachDiet, I feel the need to expand a little on what a daily diet should look like. I just went to the grocery store and picked out a few of the things that have kept me strong and cranking. Feast your eyes (and empty stomachs) on Wig’s super secret recipe and grocery list!
Well first I suppose …
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Today I’m raising a beer to Oklahoma (much like I do most days I suppose) because on this day in 1889 around 50,000 people lined up, waited for the gunshot and rode into Oklahoma and began claiming their new land in the land run.
So have a drink in honor of our state today, and read this NYT article from 1889 about the land run. Learn some history. Notable quote from the article:
“The other day Chief Deputy Ensley discovered a barrel of beer on the platform of the station at Norman, …
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Summertime 07: The sun peeks its head through the window, I feel warm, real warm. Waking up, I remember, I am supposed to go climbing today, fun! As my senses come to, I realize that something is amiss. I am sweating profusely, I smell a mixture of balls, booze, and dirty feet. I am in my sleeping bag? I roll over, I am in the back of my rig? Steven Charles is here? Wow, brain overload. Speaking of brain, mine hurts. …



