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  • September 6, 2016 at 9:32 pm

    It means somethin’ else in Texas.

  • September 6, 2016 at 9:33 pm

    That is almost enough to get me back to Scotch.

  • September 6, 2016 at 9:34 pm

    “Red ‘r black?”

    Mr. Johnson is tempted (and of course that’s the plan) to say “Yes!”

    Brain says, Red please!

    Heart says, Thanks I’m just here to eat ‘n look. Or look ‘n eat.

    • September 7, 2016 at 8:00 am

      You driv’n that bobtail?

      • September 7, 2016 at 8:53 am

        Nah, pretty sure that’s Pamela’s. ๐Ÿ™‚

  • September 6, 2016 at 9:37 pm
    Grunt GI

    Dayum….wait till those good ol’ boys find out those two hotties are sisters.

    I think business and tits…oops tips are gonna be good tonight in the DDQ.

  • September 6, 2016 at 9:43 pm

    Might want to male, er, make that Johnnie Walker Blue as there will be many balls that shade before the night is over.

    Thumbs Up Chris

    • September 6, 2016 at 10:52 pm

      I would think you would know that is why pickups have bench seats and tractors have sleeper cabs. Now if you’ll excuse me I’ll be in my cab.

      • September 7, 2016 at 8:18 am

        The best bench seat was in a four door IH.

      • September 7, 2016 at 10:23 am

        Nah,back seat of a ’66 Lincoln Town Car.I’m 6′ tall,and I could stretch out and she could lay next to me on that seat.

        Now that I’m thinking back to those days,462 cubes,suicide doors,and a hood that both of you could lay on and watch the movie at the drive in. (Remember those?)

      • September 7, 2016 at 11:38 am

        In ’78 wifey and I were separated for a year and I switched from my grungy but good paying union mill job to the pawn/gun/estate jewelry biz that would end up being my career forevermore.

        All the GM’s of the car dealerships up and down Okeechobee Blvd in W. Palm Beach where the shop was had to have a Rolex so we obliged them. One guy had several and when I took in a Cellini dress model he had to have it. That’s a cheaper Rolex model especially back then, about $800.

        He drives up in a trade-in from a local oldster, a ’72 Buick 225 Limited (later known as a deuce ‘n a quawtah in hip hop parlance). That thing was a block and a half long, 455 ci, power everything when that was rare, brocade fabric seats that adjusted every which way, and the thing was like new, 30K miles. He wanted that watch and wanted to swap even. So I said okey dokey and took it for myself figuring it would be a great cruiser up the turnpike and I-75 to see my babies in Georgia back to where my girl had taken them.

        And it worked great for that. But, having been pristine to my girl since age 16 up until then, I also had an opportunity to catch up on sowing some oats, and that car worked pretty well for that too. You could play ball in there, and I did a couple of times. ;).

        Burned up the motor towing a boat down the highway for my boss, but it was 2 a.m. in a remote area of the turnpike and I was NOT stopping for that red HOT light. Limped it home, had a cracked head, and while it was it shame it wasn’t me and I got back the $800 to a shop.

        By that time it was ’79 and Datsun had come out with the 280ZX that I fell in love with and bought soon after. Age 25 with a hot car, a gold chain, diamond ring, curly perm hair-do, silky shirts (hey it was disco era), and a job that attracted hotties like flies.

        I had fun, but couldn’t really think of anything but getting my family back and I did about 6 months later, and went back to normal. Just like I wanted it and it’s been a solid life ever since, a blonde that’s still hot at 62, three great grown kids, and grandbabies that are the light of my life. It was a fun interlude in ’78-’79 though, I’ll remember and cherish that time forever.

        Thanks for kicking over the memory bank, y’all.

      • September 7, 2016 at 11:39 am

        Drive in movies. That was a time.
        When good girls were never found in the last three rows.

      • September 7, 2016 at 12:09 pm

        Pamela,regarding “the last three rows” ,hell the back rows didn’t even hang the speaker on the window!!

      • September 7, 2016 at 12:30 pm

        In the day of the hot redhead girl friend, the back seat of the ’65’ mustang works. On long road trips we even slept on that, real friendly like.

      • September 7, 2016 at 1:01 pm
        Grunt GI

        Hmmm, I had a ’66 Mustang as my first car that my dad bought brand new for $3200 in 1966….and let me have (for the price of an engine rebuild)….my redheaded girlfriend (now wife of 28 years) and I fogged up the windows in the backseat of that car quite a bit back in the Reagan era..I didn’t think that back seat was all that comfortable, but we managed it… :0 ….good times.

      • September 7, 2016 at 3:22 pm
        Greg B

        You all and your cars.
        At least you had a mobile hotel room.
        On a bike, the former girl and I had to find various secluded spots in the canyons and throw my jacket on the ground. And helmets don’t make good pillows.

  • September 6, 2016 at 9:47 pm

    After her whining yesterday I am tempted to point out she clearly has the morals of a dog in heat…but that would be a slander to bitches everywhere.

    On the other hand she does it well.

  • September 6, 2016 at 11:32 pm

    Drink JW Black. But, let the redhead serve it, please.

  • September 7, 2016 at 12:35 am

    I believe bidness at the DDQ will grow — rapidly.

  • September 7, 2016 at 12:56 am

    For some strange reason, I find my throat getting suddenly dry. Good thing that they serve drinks for the lucky patrons of the DDQ.

  • September 7, 2016 at 1:18 am
    Lon Mead

    And let us not forget Naomi, who is around there somewhere…

    • September 7, 2016 at 9:51 am
      Grunt GI

      And Jan….don’t forget Jan…Naomi is probably back in the kitchen doin’ the chef thing…hopefully in just an apron…wouldn’t want to get grease splatters on sensitive parts…

  • September 7, 2016 at 2:00 am
    John Stevenson

    Red, please!!!

  • September 7, 2016 at 2:24 am

    A man shouldn’t have to make a choice like that…

  • September 7, 2016 at 2:40 am


    “To quote Michael Keaton in ‘Night Shift’:

    “Is this a great country, oe what?!!”

  • September 7, 2016 at 6:00 am
    Bill G

    For those who choose Irish whiskey, there’s always Black Bush.

    • September 7, 2016 at 7:14 am

      Not much at the DDQ though Skye will probably try to serve it.

    • September 7, 2016 at 8:58 am

      If it’s Irish, shouldn’t it be Red Bush? The whiskey I mean.

      We already have a hint on t’ other…and if Nature was left to Her own device…

  • September 7, 2016 at 6:15 am

    There goes my productivity for the day, I’ll be working on a way to get a Wild Turkey reference in there all day.

  • September 7, 2016 at 6:17 am

    Where is the right rear wheel on that tractor?

    Maybe my vision has been blurred.

  • September 7, 2016 at 6:30 am

    I believe that I will start with a half and half. She can pull it for me. (Black and tan is not used by the Irish. It’s a republic thing.) Then I will move on to red and black.

    That is lovely hair that those two women have.

    Red Green might even stop by for this gala event, if he can get away from the clubhouse long enough to make it down from the Great White North.
    I don’t think that Red Dwarf will make it. Accidents do happen.

  • September 7, 2016 at 6:58 am

    I hate to get all literary on y’all with alcohol and hormones at such high levels, but what about Stendhal’s “The Red and the Black.” In it, the military and the priesthood were the roads to power. Today it appears to be politics and business at our highest level.

    • September 7, 2016 at 9:07 am

      Priesthood IS politics, and commie to the core at the highest level.

      While .mil and .biz are natural allies if allowed as they should be and hopefully will be. Not so much as the road to power as survival.

  • September 7, 2016 at 7:07 am
    B Woodman

    Just to be different and contrary, JW Blue, if you please.

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  • September 7, 2016 at 7:19 am

    Eeee Ess Ma’am!

  • September 7, 2016 at 9:05 am

    Sorry ladies, make mine Jack……………..

    • September 7, 2016 at 9:31 am

      Rock stars think Jack is good bourbon, it isn’t good, hell, it isn’t even bourbon.
      Tennessee doesn’t know how to make good brown whiskey.

      • September 7, 2016 at 10:29 am

        You are technically correct,but not a lot of people realize that all bourbon comes from Kentucky,by definition.
        Two other suggestions,I like Maker’s Mark,but George Dickel is pretty good for Tennessee whisky.

      • September 7, 2016 at 3:28 pm
        S Hooks

        The best Kentucky bourbon and possibly, the best of any of them: Pappy’s

      • September 7, 2016 at 2:20 pm

        “Tennessee doesnโ€™t know how to make good brown whiskey.”

        Tell it to the stockholders.

        Of all the bourbon, scotch, Canadian, Tennessee varieties (apparently there’s a difference although my ignorant palate tells me they all taste like shit) it’s “the king of all the whiskies in the world”.


      • September 7, 2016 at 8:28 pm

        Best selling does not equal best.
        Toyota sells a lot of Camry’s,but that don’t mean they’re better.
        We’re talking about which whisky is preferred by people who drink good whisky,not by volume of sales.

      • September 7, 2016 at 9:17 pm

        No, we’re talking about “Tennessee doesn’t know how to make good brown whiskey.”

        Market success is a measurable objective definition of “good”.

        Personal preference is a variable subjective definition of “good”.

  • September 7, 2016 at 9:12 am

    BTW Chris, nice logo!

    “(DD) points all her own sittin’ way up high, way up firm and high.”

  • September 7, 2016 at 9:31 am
    Spin Drift

    If I’m drinking JW blends, it’s got to be Blue. Single Malts are another matter. The Macallan as a 16 year old, barely legal but such a fine nectar. Glenlivet is bottling a 21 year old for those with a taste for a little maturity and for those into blended milfs, Ballantine bottles a 30 year old.

    To the last dram
    War Damn Screaming Eagles

    • September 7, 2016 at 3:32 pm
      S Hooks

      My favorite single-malt: Laphroiag –

    • September 7, 2016 at 4:21 pm

      “blended milfs”???

      Well shit, that brings us right back to that fine looking Red ‘n Black!

      • September 7, 2016 at 4:26 pm
        Grunt GI

        Heh…well done…yea buddy…some fine blended MILFs…

  • September 7, 2016 at 12:24 pm

    Any coordinates, or Google Map to this place? I don’t normally go to bars, but I could make an exception.

  • September 7, 2016 at 1:20 pm

    Once the word gets out, I’d say if you see a line of big rigs in the middle of Bumphuck TX just follow ’em, which won’t take long with those guys considering the subject matter.

  • September 7, 2016 at 1:37 pm

    Testing. Testing.

    Added a new computer and making sure it connects.

    clear ether


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    • September 7, 2016 at 3:34 pm
      S Hooks

      Am I logged in? (sorry, couldn’t resist-old joke from the days of Usenet) ๐Ÿ˜‰

  • September 7, 2016 at 5:12 pm

    There better be something chocolate to eat for dessert on the menu after all the alcohol and DDQ burnt ends…

    • September 7, 2016 at 5:20 pm
      Greg B

      Mm mm. Burnt ends.
      Drool. ๐Ÿ™‚

  • September 7, 2016 at 8:33 pm
    B Woodman

    To add to the double entendre, how about a double shot of “Bush”mills?

    And yes, please, by all means, pull down a glass. Or two. Or more. I could sit and watch all day.

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