One Phat Chick

What Fresh Hell, Comes Now?
For those who?Whom? just came over from Mr. Charleston's site, I offer the followings. (sic)
Take a walk on the wild side. Visit that site highlighted above.
After your stroll, well, now you might be able to understand, His attraction to Popsicle toes.

JenJen said:
to wit:
(I sound 'simple') but two things:
1. The chunky lady statue has very dainty toes for having an ass the size of Michigan.
2. That lamp shade is crooked. Bugging me.

Number Two thing: ...Oh. K. The lamp shade was placed in that condition by Mr Charleston, as he was reading a rare racing mazigine article about Danica Patrick actually being a vampire, back from the dead to drive open wheel cars behind male chauvinists. It has to do with Katheryn Legg and Cha Cha Muldowney and a long weekend at Solomon's Castle.

Anyway here is the full figure of the toes.



This is one phat broad, at the Museum of Fine somethingorother.
I can see why my work is not displayed.



She smokes outdoors and has bronze nips.
Ok, ok, everybody over here, that wants see the phat chic, $16 US, a pop.
Step right up.




Smoke 'em if you got 'em
The line is forming fast.
Don't shove, no pushin' now, room for all.
Step right up folks, just $16 US, for a trip into the inter sanctum of the museum.
See the Fat Lady, Now.

Step Right UP.





Oh Kay. Mr. Chuck and Punchenellia went down the road apiece and bought 4 bloody Marys for the price of two (2) tickets to see the fat lady in the Carnival.

By the way, that phat chic had lost a lot of weight by the time we walked back past her perch.

Down the road apeice

Limestone, revisited.

The country club.

Well, you just had to walk in, with your eyes adjustin' to the light and catch the owner of the bar sleepin' and his dog awakin' and barkin' and feel your skin crawl and heart pound and say, (ahem) is the bar open??

Sho Nuff, good beers and the dog is friendly, after all.

The tractors out side.

The head of Realtors that sell swamp land in south Florida.

Lady Luck, we all need her on our side.

WeekEnd with Mr. Charleston

Damn What Was I Thinkin'.
Weekend with Mr. Charlestion?
Open Wheel Racin'
Fine Food.
Time off from Work. (two (2 days)) Boy Howdy, Yeah Buddy, Loud Cars, fast women, eXXpensive Booze, forget that top shelf, stuff. (you can't afford it, the Booze, pay attention, the broads are totally out of the price range.)
What the hell,? anything goes, it ain't over 'till it's over.
Yeah! Mama, we'll be home, but don't leave the light on.

Rain!!!! What?? This is my parade, but I'm ahead of my self.


Some Photos

Titles under the photos:





Solomon's Castle
A unique statement by a native genius.
This is a hand built structure, been goin' on for 'bout 40 somethin' years.
Those are aluminum sheets from the local newspaper's offset press, that cover the outside of the buildings.
All of the windows are leaded glass, by Solomon and Co.







Solomon's Castle (view 2)
That is a mural on the side wall. (you'll see a close up later)
Let me try to lead you through the flood plain and keep in mind this cat bought this from a realtor in south Florida, before it was against the law to sell swamp land to Yankees.
Well, if you look, very closely, there is a blue line on the side wall, that is the highest level of recorded flooding, up until that time. The line has now been raised.







Leaded Glass windows (Solomon's Castle)
The glass work in this museum is excellent.









A land locked replication of the Santa Maria. You can dine on board.
You see that boarding ramp, just to the left, with the rope hand rails???. One can Canoe over that ramp down through the restaurant during the rainy season. Food is good. By the Way, it is the only food for about 30 miles. Relax, eat, have a beer, kick back.







From the interior of the 'Santa Maria'. This guy will not be servin' you.
This is a one of a kind eatin' experience. Take your time.






This is the mural I wrote about earlier. You see the water line in this image. Ya know the waves and such?. Move that line to just over the hood of the monk that is prayin'. Come back in another 25 years and see where it has moved to.

The Water Goddess, (look close) or is it the realtor that sold, Solomon this Swamp Land.

(God I loved those days) Pre-FEMA and Flood knowledge and all like that there.
Solomon bought this here land in a FLOODPLAIN and did not know it for another 3 months.
Oh yeah, three months later the rains began. (God, I love Yankees)



A much needed Item in a FLOODPLAIN.

For the record the Realtors now (by law) have to tell you that you can't build on this land,

See 'cause hit's a swamp.

But this is Gran Dad, and he is cool.

Please visit Solomon's Castle, Ona, Florida.

County Road 665, Hardee County, Florida.

Then head on up the road apiece, to Limestone.

Or is it Down the Road apiece?
I forget.


Next post.

Hell of a Fresh, What?

Henri Nouwen:

When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives means the most us,
we often find that it is those who,
instead of giving much advice, solutions, or cures,
have chosen rather to share our pain and
touch our wounds with a gentle and tender hand.
The friend who can be silent with us
in a moment of despair or confusion,
who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement,
who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing
and face with us the reality of our powerlessness,
that is a friend who cares.

This is the Hell Intellisomethingorother Told you about.

This woman is a person that I think I like.

Might even want to have dinner with her, well if we could just get beyond the parking. Oh yeah, I'll cop to 20 bucks for the valet parking. Cool. Lets just hope she's not a vegan or how ever the hell you spell it. Ok, So then I order wine, turns out she in rehab, oh dear, ok, lets have a nice glass of tea, oh dear, she is not in rehab, but should be. I'm a dead man walking. It's not wine she likes after all, nope it's 18 year old Scotch. Neat. Water back. Ok, ok, $77.00 later she is ordering din din. I'm trying to remember how much cash I have and what the credit card has left to spend and if I use the debit card just how deep into saving she is going to push my face. Oh thank god! She is not a vegan, or virgin for that matter, she wants the grain fed, beef, aged for months and cooked to perfection, just until the juicy action begins, not that kind. Two fingers thick, one finger less than the Scotch, but as big around as her tit, either one but thank god not both. Turns out she really likes blood. I have to take a time here to say: Watching her chew on the piece of red meat was a truly erotic moment! Damn Woman! Break my Heart! (then this little friend I keep in the very back of my mind, woke up and said hey. Hey.Bro!! HEY!!!! What the hell are you thinking!!!! Have you ever heard of a PREYing MANtus!!! dumb ass. Oh yeah, that's right you thought it was a PRAYing mantus, 'cause of the hands and looking like a priest and (SEEE looking like a PRIEST and )all.

Dumb ASs.

Well anyway, the dinner that did not happen, (like a nice dream) ended with her going off to bang the waitperson. Thank you Jesus. I flipped the valet another $20 bucks to drive my car around the block and pick me up out of sight of my newest old best friend.
That Valet had curves and tits that make one's mouth water. Anyway, I got in the car and by the time she got out I was light another $100 bucks (US)

On a lighter note: This broad seems to be a spiritual sister of JadedJ.

(As I stated earlier, I'm a dead man walkin'