"Deese Ain't CROCS.... It's a Fugazy"

LEFTY: Are you for real? I'm asking if you want to middle a diamond here. All I want for my end's eight thousand.
DONNIE: I'm saying give it to somebody don't know any better. It's a fugazy.
LEFTY: How can you say it's a fugazy? You looked at it two seconds.
DONNIE: Go ahead, try and sell it, you wanna be a dunsky.
LEFTY: (angry) I'm a dunsky? Let me tell you something, my friend -- do you know who you're talking to?

Al Pacino and Johnny Depp. Donnie Brasco.

Allow me rant for a minute...If it isn't bad enough some fucking retard managed to manufactured the ugliest shoe on the planet they also made them in the most queer colors. In my opinion these shoes are more offensive to the eye than a hot dog shit sandwich. Marketed to rich white people, granola hippies and their spoiled parasite offspring as an "Ecco-friendly boating/outdoor shoe because of its slip-resistant, non-marking sole."... These pompous, egotistical assholes should be beaten with their own overpriced shoes and thrown from a moving van on to 125th street and Adam Clayton Powell blvd. with T-shirts that say "WHITE POWER".

But the biggest atrocity is that these are "fakes","Knock-Off's"... Yes, This horizontally challenged fashon victim walks proudly in bootleg, counterfeit CROCS..... Oh the humanity... May you be on the beach and have seal hunters beat you to death with their giant clubs and use you skin for a coat that can only be sold in the Burlington Coat Factory.....

Ok, I'm done....

TRIBUTE TO A FELLOW HUNTER.... A Twenty One Toe Salute..

Lying in a den in Bombay,With a slack jaw, and not much to say
I said to the man, "Are you trying to tempt me..Because I come from the land of plenty?"
And he said,
"Oh! Do you come from a land down under? (oh yeah yeah)
Where women glow and men plunder?
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover."

Men At Work lyrics, Down Under.

Bow yer noggins folks 'cause yesterday I lost a fellow mate and it's time to break me silence... A hunter's line of work is a dangerous one. We risk great bodily harm for the amusement of others and when our time comes it never ends well.. Wether its a barbie spear to the heart by a cowardly stingray, OR a jealous boyfriend/hubby with a spear gun not understandin' foot photography as art.. Steve Mate this warm, expired Matilda Bay Wine Cooler is for you...


A great thanks to the Indiana Sheila's for the photo. I owe a pint to mum for gettin' the ladies in order; and a pint to pop, you have earned it sir...