Month: December 2020

First things first, my family picked up some kind of cinnamon dessert thingees from Sonic. It reminds me of the one Katt Williams stand up where the guy kept playing the song that goes “everyday I’m hustling,” and he keeps telling him not to play the song again because it’s his jam. Well, think of that and me telling them to never bring those cinnamon thingees home ever again, because they’re absolutely sinful.

Back on topic.

This episode started by doing some fall cleaning. I wanted to move my deep freeze to a different location, but it’s full of frozen food and heavy. So, I decided to lighten it up some. How did I do that? Pulled out all that frozen meat.

While pulling out all kinds of meat (beef, pork, fish) I found a couple of those frozen whole turkeys left over from the holiday season. You know the…

This weekend, while cooking these two lovely Boston Butts, I decided on the name for my fledgling barbecue business: Johnny Bronco’s Barbecue.  Where did the name come from? My Boxer, Johnny Bronco.

The problem with Johnny Bronco is he doesn’t like to have his picture taken, so I’m going to have a hard time to get the perfect mug shot to go on my truck and my bottles of barbecue sauce. If any of you have any ideas on how to encourage him to willing look directly at the camera and smile I would greatly appreciate it.

The story behind this picture is he saw me taking pictures of him, and he went a good distance from me and laid on the grass, facing away from me. I called his name and he would look back just enough to see I was still trying to take his picture, before quickly…

Gautier, Mississippi – 08:00 Central Standard Time

Incessant knocking on the front door pulled Rebecca from sleep. She pulled a pillow over her head, hoping to lessen the noise while waiting for the offender to lose interest and go away. The knocking became louder. She peeked from under the pillow to find Ronnie still sleeping, unfazed by the disturbance.

“Get up!” came a familiar voice from the other side of the door.

“Ooooh,” Rebecca growled as she tossed the bed covers back and sprung from the bed. She glanced at the clock: 08:02.

Her heels pounded heavily on the thinly carpeted floor as she stormed toward the nuisance. She looked through the peephole. It was two idiots instead of just one. She unlocked the door and swung it open.

“What do y’all want at eight in the morning?”

Marco Soza stood just outside the door, mirroring her disdainful gaze.

“What…

 Pascagoula Naval Station – Singing River Island, Mississippi – 11:30 Central Standard Time

The wind blasted Ronnie’s face as he lowered his blazer’s window for the gate guard. The gate guard remained in the guard house until Ronnie had the window all the way down and his arm extended. A grimace formed on the guard’s face as he stepped outside and took Ronnie’s ID card. He gave a perfunctory glance, slapped the card into Ronnie’s hand, and ran back inside, slamming the door behind him.

Ronnie tried to hold his breath as his left hand spun the window handle, but his chattering teeth prevented it. He had been to the Gulf Coast many times, but it had always been in the Summer. Maybe it got cold like this here all the time. If a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make…

Good morning. Today’s News Digest comes to you via Facebook. A group of residents in the English town of Romford, Essex county have launched a website petitioning for the development of the ‘Rom Yard’, a patch of disused land alongside the river Rom from which their town got its name. The land, once the Rom Valley Retail Park and Seedbed Centre, has now fallen into disrepair. Supporters of Planning Application P1226.2, which will transform the Yard into a residential community with riverside walkway, children’s play area and a health centre, are now trying to gather support via the site – The Rom Yard

The British government has announced via its official portal that more than one million cases of coronavirus infection have been successfully via the Test and Trace app launched by the country’s National Health Service. Measures such as improvements to the digital self-service, which make it faster and…

(C) London Metropolitan University

By Vijay Shah

For two years, I was living in a rented terraced house in Forest Gate, east London. It was a tiny property built over an old graveyard and tucked away in the backstreets, and only a short stroll from the border with the neighbouring borough of Waltham Forest. It was a friendly enough area with a deep sense of community, but it was also very rough and ‘ghetto’. As is common with other inner city areas in London, there was a gang problem. While a local youth centre and an active grime music scene helped kept some teenagers busy, others remained loyal to their respective gangs or to the lifestyle of the streets, of the ” ‘hood”. There were tensions between the youths in our part of the ‘Gate’, some of whom I know personally, and gangs from the nearby council estates across the…

Dear Santa,

We’ve still had no snow. Do you have wheels for the sleigh in case we don’t have any? You never see it with wheels on the pictures… but I don’t think it would be fair to Rudolph and co to expect them to drag you and all those presents around the world without some snow or wheel or something to make it easier. Or do you just use magic?

I like snow… and a certain cat of my acquaintance doesn’t… so, if you have a bit of spare magic, you could always send it over this way…

Much love,

Ani xxx

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Snowing Cats and Dogs…

“…but they said it would snow!”
Said the dog, all forlorn
As she sat on the doorstep
To welcome the dawn.

“If I’m really good,
Wish with all of my might,
Could you please work some magic
And turn it all white?”

“They…

By Vijay Shah

The festival of peace and goodwill to all men (and women) on Earth is just a couple of weeks away, and already nearly everyone is gearing up for the Christmas season. The stores are awash with fresh plastic trees, mince pies and all manner of various treats and presents for the loved ones. Houses and workplaces up and down the country are being bedecked in tinsel, lights and decorations as people collectively get into the festive spirit.

The first snows of December have already fallen here in Stratford, although sadly were early in the morning and did not stick around for long. The Christmas adverts on the television are already running at full pelt, and a few days ago I played witness to a Xmas episode of Futurama. Outside of the televised world I took receipt of a mug decorated with a London Underground map for…

An unknown soul left my hand,
Unfortunately couldn’t leave my heart.
I tried to take my catch and
It slid and went apart.

Maybe there was a reason
To leave me here alone.
Must be something to this treason
Else it wouldn’t leave me lone.

It vanished in those thunder clouds,
That are too high for me to reach.
Shouted its name quite aloud,
Clouds were huge, my scream breached.

Maybe there was a reason
To push me down in hell.
Must be something to this treason
Perhaps the heaven’s worse as well.

~ Muserista ♡

People always give us some advice,
One of them is to think twice.
Prevention is better than later cries,
If u wanna go to paradise

But ignore them and live ur very life,
Every person gets only one time,
When he could crave for all his cries.
Why waste time to think twice ?
Why wait to go to paradise ?

We can make Earth a paradise
With some sweet and sour and bitter cries.
Instead of prefix we be suffice,
So think once as twice will cost you thrice !