You are at Crux Forums... education never ends...Never heard Barb described as 'bacon' before
Or Wragg described as an egg.
You are at Crux Forums... education never ends...Never heard Barb described as 'bacon' before
Or Wragg described as an egg.
I see, Sir Wragg is just involved, his ass is not on the line. Now, Barb, she is committed, it's her ass that is really on the line here, and what a fine ass it isEarly the next morning (11:23 AM –Ulrika) I get up and find Sir Despard Wragg and an intern on the Tree House West deck.
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The fuckin’ Limey is the last person I want to see on a good day and I am not having a good one. I’m worried a bit about Barb’s resolve on her training and wanted to see her with a bit more than nine hours left with her standing in the sun on the gallows. To top it off even with the young dame draped all over him he seems to be in crappy mood.
“I have some reservations with your training methods” Wragg practically growls.
“Fine, you hold them. You don’t have a reservation to be hear” I reply as I pour a drink.
“Listen you surly American bastard I didn’t travel to this hellhole to hear your version of what you call ‘wit’. The damn main street in this town isn’t even paved!”
“It’s an Old West dude ranch not Disneyland, asshole” I say. “Look, I have new arrivals from Cork, Ireland and the Vatican coming today and I need to check on Barb.”
“Very well but don’t think this is over” Sir Despard Wragg says. “I worry you are spreading yourself too thin. I want you to know the UVM and I heavily committed to Ms. Moore’s success in the Olympics.”
I pour another drink and say “You might be involved in her success but Barb is committed.”
“These are just semantics” Wragg snaps.
“Have you ever had bacon and eggs?” I ask.
“Of course I have! I am a cosmopolitan man of the 21st century. I have even sampled you Southern ‘cuisine’ of grits. Why do you ask?”
“Like Junior Johnson said when questioned about his commitment to stock car racing in the early 60s) while eating breakfast. He paused a moment and looked at his breakfast. With his fork he pointed to his bacon and eggs and said ‘You know, the chicken was involved here but the pig is committed’.”
“I don’t understand” Wragg says.
“Think about it” I say…
Tree
Look up Junior Johnson, subject of Tom Wolfe's essay "The Last American Hero Is Junior Johnson. Yes!", which was first published in Esquire magazine in March 1965.
If you want to read about a fun character of the time look op 'Smokey Yunick". He taught Tree how to 'read' rules and his 'Best Damn Garage' is pretty good.Tree, thanks for the heads up on Junior Johnson. I just looked him up, and read a few articles on him. He seems to be one of those classic characters, one of the last real American heroes.
I look surprised in that pic. Must have been snapped just as I turned to look back. Never can be too sure what's behind me anymore around here. Alway on the lookout. My training has sharpened my senses as well as my endurance. Now all I need is to get this freaking noose off my neck!I see, Sir Wragg is just involved, his ass is not on the line. Now, Barb, she is committed, it's her ass that is really on the line here, and what a fine ass it is
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Tree, thanks for the heads up on Junior Johnson. I just looked him up, and read a few articles on him. He seems to be one of those classic characters, one of the last real American heroes.
Will do, thanks.If you want to read about a fun character of the time look op 'Smokey Yunick". He taught Tree how to 'read' rules and his 'Best Damn Garage' is pretty good.
He's not running for president, either. He is, unfortunately, no longer with us....
Slow typist still writing. Tree things he is drinking from a bottle of Seagram's 7 spiked in "The Great Slave Rebellion of 2013" and fears there could be a twist or two before LA...Will do, thanks.
I just looked him up, and the first thing I noticed was that he liked to wear a battered cowboy hat. Anyone who wears a battered cowboy hat is ok with me.
This CruxForum is so educational, I just found out about two great characters in one night.
Ok, enough of that tangent.
Now,
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Slow typist still writing. Tree things he is drinking from a bottle of Seagram's 7 spiked in "The Great Slave Rebellion of 2013" and fears there could be a twist or two before LA...
Good to see Thessela is being trained well. I do hope she is following your orders...
I have no choice !
That's my slavegirl!Oh goddess!
Tree goes to the gallows and climbs the steps. He notes the safety lock on the trap is in the ‘off’ position again. He pushes the lever forward and resets it. There’s no reason to fall six feet if it does open. He finds Barb in no better mood than Sir Despard Wragg. He looks down at the pile of crap between her feet and says “I’m glad you relieved yourself.”
He is a fucking Neanderthal! Did he have to bring that up… really???
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“How many more hours, Tree?” I ask.
“Just eight more” he replies as if he casually glanced at his watch which I know the asshole doesn’t wear.
“I can’t do eight more, Tree” I cry.
“Do you want to finish so low in the damn Olympics you are a fucking stat?”
I don’t answer. I will not answer! He is such an asshole!
I look at him and rant “I am tired, bored, my legs hurt, I’m hot, and I need a bath! This whole fucking thing is so dull no one is even bothering to look at me! I don’t see the point of all this!”
“You just summed it up pretty well on your own. In the Coliseum there will be a packed house on the first day when you and the others carry your crosses and are crucified. But on the second day the stadium will seem almost empty to you. You’ll be tired, bored, every inch of your body will hurt, you’ll be hot, and want a bath but if course to relieve all this agony you will have to capitulate. After you are all crucified the biggest cheer you’ll get is when you shit from the cross” Tree says. His tone is tinged with anger. He glares at me and says “If you want to quit now fine but you can let the buffoons try to train you from now on. So what is it going to be, Barb?”
I take a deep breath and softly say “I’ll do it.”
“You’ll do what?” he growls.
“I’ll stay here till nine. I’ll train how you want me to but don’t think I’ll like it and don’t think I won’t bitch about!” I say as angrily he spoke to me.
The son of a bitch flips his cigarette butt off my chest and says “I would hope you don’t like it. If you did I will have failed.”
He leaves me standing on the gallows but not before taking the safety off the release level…
Tree
I will WIN!!!!
She does understand 'no pain, no gain'!!!!View attachment 387581 He's hard as nails ... he's arrogant ... he's tough on me ... he don't take no shit ... although he is quick to point out a pile of mine ... but, what the fuck ... he knows what he's doing .. that's why I hired him straight out of that interview ... I will bitch and complain, but I shall also persevere, and I will WIN!!!!
It's a slow train... with any luck you'll be done before it gets here...View attachment 387591 It sure as hell ain't me! How many more hours did you say I have to stand here without triggering this thing?
...Of course you know the IOC, Interpol, and the FBI is studying your 'doping' of athletes...Well, I'm going on vacation, away from my computer, so I'll just get this little piece out in case things escalate while I'm not able to post this. It's a picture of a few of our (low-ranked) Olympic hopefuls on the first night of the games. The art's a little recycled, but I don't think anyone will mind too much...
Well, I'm going on vacation, away from my computer, so I'll just get this little piece out in case things escalate while I'm not able to post this. It's a picture of a few of our (low-ranked) Olympic hopefuls on the first night of the games. The art's a little recycled, but I don't think anyone will mind too much...