Merry Christmas

Ineffably showed me this Sketchy Santas blog a few weeks ago. This is my favorite of all of the posts... so enjoy and have yourself a merry little Christmas!

Not to pat myself of the back or anything....

I tell certain people in my life that there are two things I do well... the first of which is cooking/baking. The second, well, some people know, and other people know. This weekend, in preparation for the rapidly approaching Christmas Day, I baked, and baked and baked. I decided for a few select friends/co-workers, I would do baked goods for this Christmas. I had a pretty ambitious list of items to bake this year. My list included:

1. Bread and Raspberry Butter

2. Gingerbread cookies

3. Spritz cookies

All of these were relatively new items in my baking skill set. Well, bread isn't... I've baked bread before. Not so much recently, but I have and my loaves usually end up looking funny, but they taste fucking fantastic. Anyhow, I decided to try these new items as well.

So... for the spritz cookies, I bought Wilton's Cookie Pro Ultra II Cookie Press. And if you've never seen or used a cookie press, I highly recommend you do it and do it now! I got the recipe from an old roommate of mine, and can I tell you I loved it! It is so easy and aside from the occasional mutant cookie, it is beautiful and simple and easy and awesome!



I had the most amazing day of baking, and here is what I came up with!



Merry Christmas all y'all!!!

Totally random West Wing find....

I was looking for a picture of Donna Moss and C.J. Cregg for a totally amazing post today, and I came across this I Hate Andie blog. Now, I'll admit, I haven't even ready anything she has posted really, but I did find this one entry with these most adorable little caricatures of the cast from the West Wing.



So this is my West Wing entry for this week...enjoy!

God! I just love her

Mmmmmmmm......

Thank you Village Baker, thank you!

Sign me up!

A few pictures from Puerto Rico

I finally understand the phrase "taking your life into your own hands..."

I got back from my amazing trip to Puerto Rico a couple of days ago. I haven't been able to blog since I got home because I think my soul died a little when I stepped off the plane into the sub-freezing degree weather of Salt Lake City. And while I was in Puerto Rico, for just a few days, it was an amazing trip. A friend who travels there frequently told me that Puerto Rico was the ugliest of the Caribbean islands. Well, you know what, I'll take it. Compared to Salt Lake at the moment, it is fucking paradise wrapped in heavenly something or other.

The island reminded me of Miami in a lot of ways. Beaches, palm trees, bars on windows, concrete buildings, just to name a few. And I am sure over the next few days as I readjust to life among the frozen chosen of Utah, I will blog more about it. But for now, I want to talk about the driving situation down there...

Below, I have a somewhat crude diagram of traffic patterns down in the Isla Del Encanto ...



It seems to me that for every one lane painted on the road, it is customary to try and squeeze 1 1/2 or 2 lines of traffic in that one lane. Blinkers, there are merely painted on the cars for decorative effect, much like Lightning McQueen's headlights in Cars. And cutting people off in traffic (especially on the freeway) is considered an art. Also, pretty much every car I saw there had dents and scrapes on the fenders and along side of the cars, with more than just the occasional missing side view mirror. So, as best as I can figure, driving in Puerto Rico feels more than just a little like, what I can only imagine, playing Russian Roulette feels like.

Another fun fact was the parking situation. As you can see from the photo below, sidewalks double as a parking strip down there.



For all it's craziness, I had an amazing time. I loved it! It would be an adjustment, having to always shave my entire body and pluck my eyebrows (both cultural things for men down there I was told), but I think I could totally adjust and live down there!

Paradise Found!!!

On the left, we have the balls-freezing weather of good ole Salt Lake City, Utah. And on the right, we have the oh-my-god-it's-so-fucking-fantasicly-warm-beautiful weather of San Juan, Puerto Rico!



So, in less than 24 hours from this very minute, I will be in San Juan, Puerto Rico. I am pretty sure that when I do have to come home next week, I will die from the sudden drop of like 60 degrees in temperature, but you know what? For those few wonderful days in between, I'll be livin' and lovin' in the sand and surf of the Caribbean!



For those of you who know me, I so need this. My outlook on life has totally matched the shitty weather hear in Salt Lake City. I'm still working on the goals I put forth in this post. I wish I could say I have been more successful at accomplishing these goals. I don't think I'm totally failing, but I'm not succeeding either. So, this little mini-vacation should do me a shit-load of good (the good kind of shit-load). I'm excited to go, you can probably imagine how I'm bouncing off the god-damned walls today. Just need to make it through a few more hours if work and then I'll be taking the red-eye to JFK and on to SJU.

Oh, and even better, I've been told the guys in Puerto Rico (the ones of the gay persuasion) love, love, love blond hair and blue eyes! Now, I'm technically of the light brown hair type, but I've been told by a reliable source that I will pass. And I'm also so excited to see my friend who I am going down there to see. He's down there going to school. And I know it's hard on him being away from his family, but honestly.... he lives in my idea of paradise! And to make things even better, another good friend just happens to going to be in PR for work while I'm there. Hopefully I'll have some good stories and pictures to share when I get back. Until then, hasta luego!!!

This is "us" time....

I just had yet another incident in the bathroom. Good god people! Standing at the urinal in the men's restroom IS NOT THE APPROPRIATE TIME OR PLACE FOR A CONVERSATION! Seriously, it is "us" gestures from chest in the classic "I" motion to penis time, "us" time I say. It is not the time to discuss work projects. It is not the time to discuss "how are you" topics. Don't ask about my family. Don't ask about my day. Just don't fucking talk, period! Why do some people not get that?

So, to solve this problem of people with no god damned bathroom etiquette, I put forth the following... staff each men's restroom (I don't know if women have this problem, and I don't spend time in women's restrooms, so I don't give a shit to be honest)with a librarian ghost. You know the one from Ghostbusters? She can stand there doing whatever it is she does, and when those bathroom talkers begin to talk, she can politely do the "shhhhh" that she (or he) is so good at. Then if they repeat the offense (and yes, it is an offense), she can give them a second, somewhat more stern and empathic "SHHHH!!!"



And then, if the offender continues to talk in the bathroom... she (again, or he) can give them the "bwwwwwwaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" And promptly kill them and send their wretched soul to hell, where it belongs!

in this building, when the President stands, nobody sits

BARTLET
I'm sorry, um... you're Dr. Jenna Jacobs, right?

JENNA JACOBS
Yes, sir.

BARTLET
It's good to have you here.

JENNA JACOBS
Thank you.

BARTLET
The awesome impact of the airwaves and how that translates into the furthering of our national discussions but obviously also how it can... how it can...

He sighs, and addresses Jenna Jacobs again

BARTLET
Forgive me, Dr. Jacobs. Are you an M.D.?

JENNA JACOBS
Ph.D.

BARTLET
A Ph.D.?

JENNA JACOBS
Yes, sir.

BARTLET
In Psychology?

JENNA JACOBS
No sir.

BARTLET
Theology?

JENNA JACOBS
No.

BARTLET
Social work?

JENNA JACOBS
I have a Ph.D. in English Literature.

BARTLET
I'm asking, 'cause on your show, people call in for advice and you go by the name of
Dr. Jacobs on your show. And I didn't know if maybe your listeners were confused by that, and assumed you had advanced training in Psychology, Theology, or health care.

JENNA JACOBS
I don't believe they are confused, no sir.

BARTLET
Good. I like your show. I like how you call homosexuality an abomination.

JENNA JACOBS
I don't say homosexuality is an abomination, Mr. President. The Bible does.

BARTLET
Yes, it does. Leviticus.

JENNA JACOBS
18:22

BARTLET
Chapter and verse. I wanted to ask you a couple of questions while I had you here.
I'm interested in selling my youngest daughter into slavery as sanctioned in Exodus 21:7. (small chuckles from the guests) She's a Georgetown sophomore, speaks fluent Italian, and always clears the table when it was her turn. What would a good price for her be? While thinking about that, can I ask another? My Chief of Staff, LeoO McGarry, insists on working on the Sabbath, Exodus 35:2, clearly says he should be put to death. Am I morally obligated to kill him myself or is it okay to call the police? Here's one that's really important, 'cause we've got a lot of sports fans in this town. Touching the skin of a dead pig makes us unclean, Leviticus 11:7. If they promise to wear gloves, can the Washington Redskins still play football? Can Notre Dame? Can West Point? Does the whole town really have to be together to stone my brother, John, for planting different crops side by side? Can I burn my mother in a small family gathering for wearing garments made from two different threads?

Think about those questions, would you? One last thing, while you may be mistaking this for your monthly meeting of the Ignorant Tightass Club, in this building, when the President stands, nobody sits.


President Bartlet to Jenna Jacobs The Midterms

Happy Thanksgiving!

For flowers that bloom about our feet;
For tender grass, so fresh, so sweet;
For song of bird, and hum of bee;
For all things fair we hear or see,
Father in heaven, we thank Thee!

-Ralph Waldo Emerson

Congratulations Real Salt Lake!!!

Congratulations Real Salt Lake!!!

Maybe next year instead of saying, "I should," I will make it out to a game. I'm not really any good at soccer, but I do enjoy going to the games.

Musical Mondays

As anyone who knows me, Flamingo, they can tell you how much of a fan of Mondays I am not. And this Monday in particular looked to be sucking the big one... complete with a Sunday evening dumping of this white nasty stuff in Utah we call evil white shit stuff snow. I haven't decided which is worse, the actual Monday morning, or the anticipation (but the scary unwanted kind) of it on Sunday night. Anyhow... last night, as Roommate and I were watching V (I need to blog on that topic sometimes soon). Yeah, watching V and loathing the all too soon arrival of Monday, my beloved iPhone buzzed me... I had an e-mail. And was so happy to see:



What was even better, was that even though it didn't say it in the e-mail, it told me that Shakira's new album was ready for download as well! Just in case you didn't know, I absolutely adore Shakira... she is the musical equivelant of Allison Janney in my world (just to put it into perspective for you Flamingo fans). Rihanna is also on my list of "girl" crushes. So I was pretty much was needing a towel after reading that e-mail.

So now, I'm the proud of honor of both She Wolf and Rated R. Now I haven't listened to them both fully and in depth yet... but I'm working my way through them, and so far I'm totally enamored. I'm loving Shakira's new stuff especially! Damn, I think I need another towel after just blogging about it... mmmmm!

Like ya do...

Annabeth (to CJ): "You want to emphatically deny something you have no problem with and make it publically clear this is a private matter?"

***

C.J.: "What are you — 4'10?"
Annabeth: "4'11."
C.J.: "I can't believe we're the same species."

C.J. Cregg and Annabeth Schott Faith Based Initiative

Hey Sam, this one might know something

I'd like to do well on this, my first assignment. Any advice you could give me that might point me the way of success would be, by me, appreciated.

Well, not speaking in iambic pentameter might be a step in the right direction.

Ainsley Hayes and Lionel Tribbey And It's Surely to Their Credit

Today's Random Wikipedia Post

Tramp

In British English and traditional American English usage, a tramp is a long term homeless person who travels from place to place as an itinerant vagrant, traditionally walking or hiking all year round.

While some tramps may do odd jobs from time to time, unlike other temporarily homeless people they do not seek out regular work and support themselves by other means such as begging or scavenging. This is in contrast to:

- bum, a stationary homeless person who does not work, and who begs or steals for a living in one place.
- hobo, a homeless person who travels from place to place looking for work, often by "freighthopping," illegally catching rides on freight trains
- Schnorrer, a Yiddish term for a person who travels from city to city begging.

Both terms, "tramp" and "hobo" (and the distinction between them), were in common use between the 1880s and the 1940s. Their populations and the usage of the terms increased during the Great Depression.

Like "hobo" and "bum," the word "tramp" is considered vulgar in American English usage, having been subsumed in more polite contexts by words such as "homeless person" or "vagrant." In colloquial American English, the word "tramp" can also mean a sexually promiscuous female or even prostitute.

Tramps used to be known euphemistically in England and Wales as "gentlemen of the road."

Reflections of Donnatella Moss

Thank you Popular! I have had such a good time reminiscing on my love for the West Wing and the people in it, that I just feel the need to share more and more of it here on Flamingo's Roost!

I'm a madwoman, CJ, and it doesn't stop with the leak... Call the authorities. Send them to my parents' house in Madison... They'll find the Lindbergh baby in the basement... Also some post-its reminding me where I put Jimmy Hoffa... I framed Roger Rabbit

Donna to C.J. Cregg Bad Moon Rising

Today's Random Wikipedia Post

Light-crowned Spinetail

The Light-crowned Spinetail (Cranioleuca albiceps) is a species of bird in the Furnariidae family. It is found in Bolivia and Peru. Its natural habitat is subtropical or tropical moist montanes.

I think I'd make an awesome Greek guy!

The fear of Friday the 13th is called paraskevidekatriaphobia, a word derived from the concatenation of the Greek words Paraskeví (Παρασκευή) (meaning Friday), and dekatreís (δεκατρείς) (meaning thirteen), attached to phobía (φοβία) (meaning fear).

But if I'm going to be the awesome Greek guy... maybe I should learn to speak Greek? Cause I sure as hell can't come close to pronouncing that word. Anyhow, I love useless knowledge like this (thank you Wikipedia... I LOVE you). I think I'll start a new posting section... Today's Random Wikipedia Fact... or something like that.

It's what's real on the inside that counts

I've always loved Dolly, but this just adds to how great I really think she is. If more people shared her views, how much better world would this be?

I just don't even know anymore...

Last night I had the weirdest, most random dream...

I'm sitting in the back seat of Princess's late 90's gold Toyota Corolla. I find this very odd, Princess does not own a late 90's gold Toyota Corolla, but alas, here I am in the back seat. Princess and the Zombie Queen are up front talking about something. I can hear them, but I have no idea what their conversation is about. We are driving through an abandoned shopping center parking lot. It looks to be just before sunset, but I can't be sure.

Across the street, there sits an older home. And for some reason, I know this house, it is familiar. I think I saw it on some ghost hunting show at some point. And I remember it was a total hotbed of paranormal activity.

Princess guns it in the late 90's gold Toyota Corolla (I just like saying it...). I notice that the driveway to said haunted house is covered in frost or a light dusting of snow. That is when he cranks the wheel to the left and we start sliding sideways down the driveway... passenger side first. I brace myself for the instant death I know is coming my way as soon as the car impacts with the garage.

The next thing I know, Princess, the Zombie Queen and I are in the late 90's gold Toyota Corolla sitting in the backyard of the haunted house. The garage is now gone, Princess demolished it without even scratching his late 90's gold Toyota Corolla.

We get out of the car, the back of the house looks gutted. The walls are nothing but 2x4 framing. There is one door that leads downstairs into what I can only assume would be the basement. At this point, we are joined by the Zombie Queen's hubby #1. I don't know what we are looking for, but I know it is located in the "Crystal Room". We walk down a long hall and find shallow containers with full on koi ponds in each one. There are probably 20 Rubbermaid koi ponds lining three of the four walls in the room.

As we walk along, the koi start jumping out of the Rubbermaid ponds and into the large central pond that I hadn't noticed before. Somehow, the whole room has morphed into a large koi pond. We trudge through the now knee deep fishy water towards the "Crystal Room" (it had a sign and everything).

And this is where I woke up. WTF goes through my head on a daily basis? Sleeping or awake, god I am so damned weird. And yes, this was random and made no sense at all to me either. But I posted it anyhow...

The Eyes Have It

I thought I'd add just a little more to the closing of C.J. Cregg week... what better way to celebrate this fabulous woman than by mentioning a smart, witty and hotter-than-hell co-worker of C.J.'s

I'll tell you what, let's forget about the fact that you're coming a little late to the party and embrace the idea that you showed up at all.

Mr. Willis of Ohio

No, honestly, I am dumb. Most of the time I'm playing smart

Six Meetings Before Lunch

Why does being gay mean you can't keep your hands to yourself? And with what kind of gentlemanly pride are the armed forces willing to lay claim to restraint in that area? You want me to go get the file on sexual harassment at the DoD? You want me to ask these guys about Tailhook

Let Bartlet Be Bartlet

I didn't want you to feel beholden to me. Like an episode of 'I Dream of Jeannie' where now you have to save my life or the time-space continuum -- or you follow me around with coconut oil and hot towels

In the Shadow of Two Gunmen, Part II

Fridays are great...but a C.J. Cregg week Friday kicks ass!!!

I'm drawing inspiration from the strength of the Goff family, the descendants of Hunter John and the owners and operators of the Goff family mill for more than two centuries now. In 1846, when Theodore Odie Goff was the proprietor, the mill burned to the ground. Well, that totally blows.

C.J. Cregg reading a brochure to Toby and Sam. Manchester Part I

So, since it's a C.J. Cregg week Friday, here's a little more for ya...

No, I didn't mean that you have no social skills, Toby. I'm sorry if you think I was being insensitive to your... I... I think you're very--You're a very pretty girl, Toby

The Long Goodbye

Don't be fooled, they love us in Orange County. They're crazy-go-nuts for the President, though really the whole Democratic Party in general. I think they really like it when we come to town. When we were there last month, we were working the crowd and some young boys worried possibly that I couldn't afford fruits and vegetables on a government salary tossed me some of their own.

The California 47th

I thought my reflexes before, in the press room, were catlike.

Evidence of Things Not Seen

She has a list. She made a list. Haven't lists gone out with Joe McCarthy and hula hoops?

Eppur Si Muove

"They made him say Hail Marys as they beat him to death. This was a crime of entertainment.... Beyond the crime itself is a manifestation of racism or sexism or anti-Semitism or homophobia that are only the tip of the iceberg of the pathology troubling this country.

In Excelsis Deo

First of all, you're wrong. Second of all, shut up. Third, I went to Hoynes about your thing, and it wasn't him who talked to you and I believe him, and now he's really pissed at me, and he's right. And fourth... shut up again.

Enemies

So that leaves us with the televised classroom, the green beans, the stamp, and, depending on who those people were that were standing near me, the possibility of a story about me being good in bed.

Galileo

Dad, this would be a good time to mention that it's possible that an Egyptian cat goddess named Bast has put an ancient curse on me.

The Stackhouse Filibuster

C.J. Cregg week continues

And as a special treat for our friend, Josh Lyman, who's recovering very nicely at G.W. The President's science advisors is telling us that psychics at Cal Tech and the Fermi National Accelerator Lab.....

You know what? I'm pretty sure that was supposed to be physicists.

C.J. Cregg during a White House Press briefing The Midterms

And a very happy C.J. Cregg week Hump Day to you!

Yes. I agree with her. [points to Amy] Look, they take this job away from me, I got nothing. I don't have a cat. I could get one, but I don't have one. Frankly, I'm not wild about cats. I don't hate them. I'm just not... I could learn to like them, I guess, if I...

C.J. Cregg to Abigail Bartlet, Donna Moss and Amy Gardener. Dead Irish Writers

C.J. Week .... Election Day!

Hartsfield has accurately predicted every Presidential election since William Howard Taft, who, by the way, was the founder of the seventh inning stretch where we sing Take Me out to the Ball Game, words and lyrics by Jack Norworth and Albert Von Tilzer. It's all part of the service here at Claudia's House of Useless Knowledge. That's a full lid. Thank you very much.

C.J. Cregg to the White House Press Corps. Hartsfield's Landing

C.J. Cregg week!!!

In honor of Election Day, on November 3, 2009, Popular and I are dedicating this week to all things C.J. Cregg.

When I came in here, back in the late 50's, there was a purpose to it, but then one thing led to another and I blacked out. I mean, I can hang in there with the best of them, sir, but somewhere in the discussion of anise and coreander and the other 15 spices you like to use to baste a turkey, I simply lost consciousness.

C.J. Cregg to President Bartlet The Indians in the Lobby

So this time I'm serious! ...I think

So, Flamingo here has been having something of a minor mental break down as of late. And so after a great little "come to Jesus" meeting with a friend the other day, I've decided I need to make some changes. And I've probably typed it before, but I will again... If you write it down/type it, you will do better at sticking to it... so here goes:

1. I will develop and maintain a more positive attitude.

2. I will not complain (as much or as often...come on now, can't just stop it completely)

3. I will not be overly sensitive! Not every action by those around my is intended to hurt, demoralize or kill me... (only some of them are)

4. I will take better care of myself, physically and emotionally.

5. I WILL go to the gym 3 - 5 times a week. (and not just half ass it...)

6. I will ask for help when I need it. (not just expect everyone else to psychically know that I need it)

7. I will love myself regardless of anything that happens.

8. I will eat better ...
> I am totally doing Ineffably's low carb detox/diet thing. I'll put up a seperate post if you're interested.

9. I will not be so fucking needy! Okay, I will learn to control it and not show it, even if it's killing me inside, so as not to scare off any potentials out there...

10. I will post more resolutions as I work and develop them in my new Flamingoness.

So there it is, my New Year's resolutions in November (if people can have Christmas in July, I can have New Year's resolutions in November). So, those of you who really know me, like in real life, just not via the internet... feel free to add any constructive (not destructive) criticism that you think will help me on this path to better myself. Loves ya!

I finally look just how I feel...

Happy Halloween Eve all y'all!

Cumpleaños felices a mí!!!

Well, it was XX years ago that I popped outta the maternal maturation chamber. It's been an interesting ride to get to where I am for sure. Ups, downs, highs, lows, mountains, valleys.... call 'em whatcha want... but here I am.

So, I just definitely gotta say, Zombie Queen, Roommate, Princess, Nugget and a couple of others, thank you for turning not the greatest day into one of the best birthday's I can recall! I may not have everything I want in the life, but god damn! I have some fucking amazing friends in my life! I have an incredible family that I love (even if they drive me insane at times).

And to top it all off, I got a fucking 176 bowling tonight after yummy Cheesecake Factory! Again, to those friends who helped make this a great day.... THANK YOU!!! I <3 you all so very much!

What can I say.... it's the best of both worlds!

So, according to an article by John DeVore, women love vampires and men love zombies....

What can I say... maybe it's the gay in me, but dear god... I love zombies and vampires!

Here are just a few of my favorites (movies, books and characters)...

1. Buffy the Vampire Slayer (I know, not technically a vampire, but close enough)
2. Faith the Vampire Slayer
3. Spike
4. Angel
5. Shadow of the Vampire
6. Zombieland
7. Fido
8. Shaun of the Dead
9. 30 Days of Night
10. Interview with a Vampire
11. Queen of the Damned (more the book than the movie)
12. Pride and Prejudice and Zombies (book)
13. Anita Blake and all of her vampires, zombies and wereanimals
14. Pandora (from Anne Rice's Vampire Chronicles)

Thank the gods for that FBO!

So last night I just watched the final episode (or 2 episodes depending on how you look at it) of Battlestar Galactica! Gotta say, love that show... as a friend put it once, it's kind of like Star Trek, but more flawed. Which I agree with, whole-heartedly. I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE Star Trek in all of it's many incarnations, but realistically, the people and their future are all a little too perfect. Now BSG, much more of a flawed reality. I can appreciate flaws, truly appreciate them...hehe!

So somehow I missed this... I don't think they are redoing the entire series, but they are retelling portions of it from the Cylon perspective... fuck yeah baby! And even better... it comes out TODAY!



Yes, I am a geek! I am a nerd. I am a dork. All of those titles that can be applied to those who like/love Star Trek, Star Wars, Battlestar Galactica, and a plethora of other science fiction shit! I embrace it. I revel in it. It is a part of Flamingo. And yes, even though Flamingo is of the gay persuasion... he can truly appreciate the beauty of the Sixes (a.k.a. Tricia Helfer)

Just in time for Christmas...err....Halloween?

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For those of you looking for that just so special gift for the zombie-lover in your life...

Hey! Hey! It is NOT a beauty pageant! It is a scholarship program

Just another note on President Obama's Nobel Peace Prize and all of the bullshit uproar it has caused...

Fucking grow up people! Seriously... I just read an article about how the jury who awarded President Obama the Nobel Peace Prize are now having to defend their decision...WTF???

"We simply disagree that he has done nothing," committee chairman Thorbjoern Jagland told the AP on Tuesday. "He got the prize for what he has done."

Jagland singled out Obama's efforts to heal the divide between the West and the Muslim world and scale down a Bush-era proposal for an anti-missile shield in Europe.

I don't even know what to say really... it all just sounds like a bunch of little high school bitches who didn't win homecoming queen, so all they know how to do now is tear down the person who did win it! He's the President of the United States for hell's sake! Even if you don't agree with it, congratulate the man on the honor he has been awarded and move on.

Okay, and I'm done ranting and bitching about it now too!

Some people shouldn't be allowed out alone...AMEN!!!

I have some great friends... and sometimes I love the e-mails they send me. Especially the crazy right wing nut job emails. And it's even better when they send one like this one below that inadvertently bash their own crazies...

Greg just bought a new boat, and decided to take her for the maiden voyage. This was his first boat, and he wasn't quite sure of the correct procedure for launching it off a ramp, but figured it couldn't be too hard.
He consulted his local boat dealer for advice, but they just said "don't let the trailer get too deep when you are trying to launch the boat."
Well, he didn't know what they meant by that, as he could barely get the trailer in the water at all!
Anyhow, here's a picture below.

You Gotta Love This Guy!!!

Some people shouldn't be allowed out alone!
And remember: They live among us and they VOTE!!!!

When I got this, all I could think, was "yes, yes they do vote...they vote REPUBLICAN!"