FrEaKy SeX FrIdAy – Halloween edition 2011

Sex Offender ? NO trick or treating for you.

This story comes from local media out of Alabama [bold text added]:

No trick or treating for Russell Co. sex offenders

The Russell County Sheriff’s Office says it wants to make sure parents have one less thing to worry about when their children go trick or treating next Monday night.

On Halloween, from 6 p.m. to 9 p.m., the Russell County Sheriff’s Office is partnering with the Alabama Board of Pardons and Paroles to sponsor a meeting of all registered sex offenders in the county.

All sex offenders who are on probation are required to attend. Sex offenders who are not on probation are encouraged to attend. “We’re just kind of improving on what I already thought was a good idea that they tried last year or the year before. and so um, the state probation office, pardons and paroles office actually said yes you can do this, we’ll make them be there if you’re willing to help provide security so we’re doing that,” explained Sheriff Heath Taylor.

The meeting on Monday night for the 150 registered sex offenders is being held at the Russell County Courthouse.

Nothing wrong with this. Protecting children from sexual predators and offenders. Well hold on just a gosh darn minute. They say "All sex offenders".

Why does a person convicted of a sexual assault [on his own wife] and now a registered sex offender have to come to this meeting of ‘sex offenders’ ? He didn’t molest a child. He got into a fight after having sex with his wife and she called the cops. They were both drinking, but only took him to jail and charged him with sexual assault. He is a registered sex offender for life because of this. Sorry Dave !

What else is wrong with this meeting of sex offenders, especially those convicted of pedophilia ? Well slap me silly, but now they know who their friends are in the local area. Y’all have just set up a networking group of sexual deviants to share and exchange ideas. Most of them probably already knew each other, or that the other existed through a search of the public registry, but now they are in contact with each other. Thanks local law enforcement !!

By the way, here I am in my Halloween costume -
Cant wait to try it out on the neighborhood …

Hey kid, I got some candy for you !

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Unlike Facebook, GooglePlus is more like a blogging platform. In Facebook to post something you find interesting, you would be limited on the amount of text you could post, then post the rest in comments. At GooglePlus it all goes into one post. You can easily add links within your post by pasting the address in your post, or linking to a source mentioned by you, by clicking the add link button. You can also add videos and images to your post or link to them as well.

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I am using GooglePlus to share things that are not important enough to warrant a post here at Bmans Blog, and to keep from cluttering B’mans with many post daily.
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America is a Sucking Vampire

By ED aka conspiracydude

Nothing particular here, just a rant…..

So I laid back for awhile sucking in everything around me, much the way the U.S. seems to be sucking around the world. What, you didn’t know the U.S. sucked ? Well it does. Sure some will say,’ If you dont like it, why dont you leave ?’ This is the typical response to anyone who slams the U.S., but not one I recognize anymore. I mean some think Walmart sucks, and they do. They suck in many ways, but the same people that say they suck still shop there. They didn’t leave. Why? … I’ll tell you …. Because although they suck; what is the alternative ? Going some place else and getting sucked.

Now let us look at some of the way the U.S. sucks.

It sucks at leadership ! We cant really blame those faces we see in charge of the country no more than we can blame the cashier at Walmart for higher prices. It is those faces we don’t see behind the scene causing all the problems. Nothing will change until we the people have had enough, which is something long past due in my eyes. We have covered this before and I want you to dig way down inside and tell me; What will it take for people to stand up and not get sucked anymore ???? Maybe the coming default will do the trick ? If they dont go through with the plan by design this time it wont be long before they do, and when they do we will all be sucked. I have a feeling this is what it will take, when even the rich are sucked; but why ? Many of you are sucked right now while the rich get richer. Why will it take them getting sucked for us to stand up for ourselves. Marketing. Think about that one.

It sucks at jobs ! Which in turn sucks the life blood out of those affected by what … NO JOBS. What is a person to do though; Move to China ? I hear tell it really sucks over there if you’re a regular wage earner. I could be wrong as the only reliable source for this info. comes form our own propaganda machine. For all I know we are China and China is the U.S., which isn’t that far fetched. China is the new America and soon … uh wait a minute … not soon, China is already sucking, Sucking jobs from Americans who want to work. One of may sucky sukcy for five bucky the Chinese have performed over the past decade. Of course none of this is China’s fault, this is all by design by those ‘evil banker bastards’ behind the scene, much the same as those … wait .. They are the same ones behind the downfall of America.

It Sucks at Recovery Which some of us knew wasn’t in the plans. If anything the plan is for America to go down and sucky sucky for five bucky, or was that 15 Trillion. That figure is if they dont raise the debt ceiling, if they do, your great great great grandchildren will be paying it off. Back to if they dont raise the debt limit …. well much like many have lost their jobs, homes, and cars, so shall Miss America. There is no alternative other than the two. Remember though, this is by design as well.

It sucks at Secure Borders Which between Wars and Illegal Immigration has damn near sucked us dry. I tend to think if either of these things did not occur, we as a county would be better off. We know that wars cost a fortune. Many dont see Illegal Immigration as costing anything though. It does ! It has cost many their jobs, which in turn has cost them everything. Much like China sucking off jobs from America, so has illegal immigration. But, but you say, they only take jobs Americans wont do. Liar liar pants on fire quit repeating the propaganda. That’s what it is, purely propaganda bullshit. You were told this so you would remain calm and secure in your job that would soon be cut. Sure it wasn’t directly the illegal immigrant that sucked your job, but with so many Americans out of work due to the illegal invasion no one had any money to buy shit, which in turn lead to down-sizing where you worked or even off-shoring to China. It’s all the illegal aliens fault. Not really, but they played a bigger part than most see.

It sucks at War Not really because no one wins a war, so all sides suck, not just America. Speaking of war[s], you do know this is what brought down the last superpower; right ? Same theater of battle will yield the same results for America. This is all and has been planned for years. Granted the war in Iraq is about over along with the one in Afghanistan, but there will be another one. You know who the target is right ? That’s right, IRAN. When this war starts from some false flag operation, combined with America’s default, that will be the finial nail in Miss America’s coffin. You know as well as I that an attack on Iran has been on the books before we attacked Iraq because Saddam used weapons he bought form us on his own people. What … you thought it was because Iraq had something to do with 9/11 ? WRONG, those were lies to get us there. The story was change later to the aforementioned.

Yes America sucks at many things, more than I can or care to list here. What is your favorite America suck job ? Why not share it with us in the comments.

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A Week Of Celebrations and My First Single Payer Rally

Celebrate? For what, you ask?

Arguably, there is little to celebrate when it comes to the Real State of The Union (or the World, for that matter). So, I take ‘em where I can get ‘em.

Monday was BuelahGirl’s fifth birthday. We had a small get together with family and are going to plan an excursion to the bowling alley with her little friends next weekend.

 

Then Tuesday was Buelahlady’s and my 19th anniversary. We celebrated with BuelahGirl since all the babysitters are sick and I must say that I spent $75 on a meal that I could have made at least 10 times better (for a fraction of the price). I knew I should have cooked for my baby (BuelahLady) instead of going out. At least the Rum and Coke was good.

BTW: I am the chief chef and bottle Washer around here, as well. I would challenge virtually anyone to a “steak off” (or ribs, chops, anything on the grill). I have never eaten a better steak than I can cook myself. Period.

On another note, my birthday is the 31st. We are supposed to go to my hometown to visit with my mom who has recently been diagnosed with Giant cell arteritis and polymyalgia rheumatica. These conditions are debilitating, especially if not treated.

So, how well has her healthcare been? Her Primary doctor never did figure it out and said it was a reaction to Fosamax. However, after 2 MONTHS, they finally got her a visit with a specialist in Huntsville, AL (a 2hour drive one way) who diagnosed her issue and gave her Prednisone (which has already begun to ease her pain).

The point is that healthcare sucks in the SE USA and I suspect that either the rest of the country has good care or you are all a bunch of fools defending a fucked up system.

On top of all of this, my new job has me very busy trying to sell, so I have limited time to post my normal atrocious bleh. So put up with this until I get back from my first Single Payer rally I am attending today in Jackson, TN (I have been asked to speak, but not so sure I will actually get to a mike… but by God, if I do…)

I’ll update later.

PS: to Dawg, Kelso and LoveBabz

Sorry I missed the show the other night. We didn’t get back until much later than I expected. I did listen to it yesterday and wished I could have made it during airing.

Preparations: A Country Boy Will Survive

I was out of pocket all day yesterday working on my latest project.

We started the project in the evenings last week. Worked almost every day and finally finished the addition yesterday (I even cleaned up after taking the pic). Paint is BuelahLady’s project (I’ll believe it when I see it). We added a 10′ X 12′ section to my work shop for storage. Since we moved here, we have been renting a large storage facility to keep the crap we couldn’t fit into this house (we moved from a 4,400 Sq Ft place to a 1,500 Sq Ft place). The storage was costing us $45/month and we have been here over 2 years. Do the math. Our bedroom isn’t big enough to hold our king sized bed, so it is in storage, just to get a sense.

The materials for the addition was $600 and a whole bunch of free labor by me and my Father-in-Law (he is 72). But now we can move whatever we need into our own storage, have the big yard sale, and then save the $45/month.

Also, as I mentioned to Kelso, my garden has been putting out. We are canning/freezing as much food as possible (and had a wonderful fresh food dinner with Giant Lima Beans, corn on the cob, squash casserole, tomatoes, cornbread and grilled chicken breast). 3 bottles of Sam Adams to top it all off and I was pooped… slept like a baby.

Today, I start moving (if I can work out the aches and pains in my body).

Now for a little Hank explaining how I will make it through, no matter what (and btw, there isn’t a single thing he sings about that I can’t do):

A Country Boy Can Survive

The preacher man says it’s the end of time
And the Mississippi River she’s a goin’ dry
The interest is up and the Stock Markets down
And you only get mugged
If you go downtown

I live back in the woods, you see
A woman and the kids, and the dogs and me
I got a shotgun rifle and a 4-wheel drive
And a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive

I can plow a field all day long
I can catch catfish from dusk till dawn
We make our own whiskey and our own smoke too
Ain’t too many things these ole boys can’t do
We grow good ole tomatoes and homemade wine
And a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive

Because you can’t stomp us out
And you cant make us run
Cause one-of- ‘em old boys raisin ole shotgun
And we say grace and we say Ma’am
And if you ain’t into that we don’t give a damn

We came from the West Virginia coalmines
And the Rocky Mountains and the and the western skies
And we can skin a buck; we can run a trot line
And a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive

I had a good friend in New York City
He never called me by my name, just hillbilly
My grandpa taught me how to live off the land
And his taught him to be a businessman
He used to send me pictures of the Broadway nights
And I’d send him some homemade wine

But he was killed by a man with a switchblade knife
For 43 dollars my friend lost his life
Id love to spit some beechnut in that dudes eyes
And shoot him with my old 45
Cause a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive

Cause you can’t stomp us out and you can’t make us run
Cause one-of- ‘em old boys raisin ole shotgun
And we say grace and we say Ma’am
And if you ain’t into that we don’t give a damn

We’re from North California and south Alabam
And little towns all around this land
And we can skin a buck; we can run a trot line
And a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive

WTF Thursday: Happy Turgooduccochiqua Day

I wonder who had Turkey today (I happen to love turkey oven roasted, smoked or deep fried)?

My Mother is a German cook who was raised during the aftermath of the war. Her family was desititute and as the oldest child she had to quit school and work to help out. Her father was long dead and she learned to cook (using anything available and you would think it exquisite). My mom likes turkey, but she prefers Goose and has cooked duck, quail, dove… among rabbits, squirrels, deer, crabs, frog legs, mountain oysters and virtually any edible farm animal (and God knows what else).

So when I saw this I knew I could finally do a tribute to a woman that would, by all means, be able to cook something like this (and I promise it would be delicious). I must admit that this is supposedly a hoax (CNN video), but no matter, my Mother could do it, I have no doubt.

From Neatorama:

Forget the turducken, here’s the turgooduccochiqua by Wil Shipley of Call Me Fishmeal blog. It’s a quail inside a cornish game hen inside a duck inside a chicken inside a turkey inside a goose. Oh, and with bacon between the layers…

I should also note that in many cases, it would have been game that my Mother, herself, hunted and bagged. She can clean a fish as well as any one alive, in my opinion, and certainly can cook them with the best.

She once was running a trot line (catching catfish in and around Pickwick Lake along the Tennessee River) when she noticed something swimming across the river. She noticed it was a male deer and she ran it down in the boat, pulled up beside it and beat it with a boat paddle until she was able to tie it up with a rope along side the boat.

She started driving towards the bank when the deer started trying to get loose and she pulled out her fish skinning knife and cut the deers throat. Luckily she was near the bank and could get it up on ground to finish field dressing the animal.

We ate deer that night.

Honest to God true story.

And you wonder what is wrong with me and what caused it?

Tribute To A Fallen Hero

A True Redneck Watch

This will sound stupid and show how cheap I can be, but I would be remiss if I didn’t give kudos to Timex and this Iron Man watch my wife gave me back in ’89. The watch cost all of $29.99 new and lasted for 10 years (at least) before adding a battery.

The band was replaced two or three times, but I wore the thing every day for almost 20 years.

I must say that this is the best watch I could have ever had and it works extremely well in what I do (time studies for automation and to wake me up when on the road… I have NEVER asked for a wake-up call).

She died over the weekend and I doubt I will try to resurrect it. This will be the proper wake.

So, don’t send me any Rolexs if you feel sad for my loss…

Richard Noggin Saturday: Jon Gross

You probably don’t know him or ever heard of him, but I remember the dude so very well. It was Super Bowl Sunday, 1984. We were both in the Navy (both in the same company housed in a Wave Cage at the Electronics A School in Great Lakes, IL; a north Chicago subdivision that has a huge Navy base).

Jon’s brother was a DJ in Indiana and he invited us to a party that he was working at a bar that would be showing the Super Bowl that year. The party was great, but we both had duty the next day, so we struck out for the several hour drive to get back to base.

As we were traveling up the Interstate, Jon decided he was too drunk to drive and pulled over (yes, on the side of the Interstate). I saw that this was a problem, so I told him I would get us off the Interstate and to a decent place to rest.

We did switch seats, but I never drove the vehicle, since a Trooper pulled up behind us as we were preparing to move. It was cold as hell, too, so the car was running, altho it had not moved a millimeter since I got behind the wheel.

Anyway, the trooper asked me to get out and walk back to his car. I did and he began writing a ticket for illegal parking (a warning ticket) and was about to let me go.

So what does Jon do? He steps out of the passenger side, walks back to the cop car passenger window (where I was sitting), knocked on the window to get me to roll it down (I hesitated because I had an idea what was coming) and the cop motioned to roll it down.

Jon immediately began saying, “I wouldn’t let that son-of-a-bitch write me a ticket.” “You didn’t do anything wrong.” Etc, etc, etc

The Trooper grabbed the “warning ticket” back from me and wrote a DUI ticket… loaded us both up and took us to a cold, damp jail.

I spent the night freezing to death on a concrete bed.

After sobering up, Jon was allowed to make a call to his brother for him to bail us out.

As his brother was driving up with the funds, he was pulled over and was arrested, as well. It took the money he had to “them” both out and I was left for another 24 hours as Jon found even more funds to get me out.

Jon, bite my ass, you loud mouth.

Trooper cites pair for DUI in single traffic stop

BILLINGS, Mont. (AP) — A Montana Highway Patrol trooper cited two men with drunken driving in one traffic stop. Trooper Darvin Mees stopped a suspected drunk driver Wednesday afternoon. While he had the driver out performing a field sobriety test, the passenger slid behind the wheel, started the truck and began to drive off.

Mees said he ran after the pickup and yelled at the driver to stop. He did.

Mees said the driver, a 24-year-old man and his passenger 22-year-old man, both failed field sobriety tests and were cited for drunken driving.

The traffic stop began with a bus driver’s report of a suspected drunken driver.

A Nader Petition Story

It is obvious to anyone that reads here that I have endorsed Ralph Nader for President and am working to get his message heard. I don’t know if he stands a real chance, but after I see what we have to choose from in the “Big Two”, I see that without someone else in office, very little will change.

When I see the candidate of change actually change into his rival, then I see what kind of “change” we are in for. Same old, same old.

I am sick of this shit and took my time to review all the candidates running and feel that Ralph best fits what I want for this country. But not only that, I don’t think Ralph will “change” his mind and become something he is not (both McCain and Obama have done this very thing on numerous occasions). This tells me that they are in it for political expediency (and perhaps other very dubious reasons).

I received the petition late yesterday when I returned from work travel. I had been psyched for this, even though I don’t really know what I’m doing.

But to hone my skills, I have been practicing my presentation with a few people, some considerate and a few not so much. Yesterday morning I went for my back physical therapy (which I am doing excellently, btw) and made an effort to approach my therapist.

I said, “Do you plan to vote this year?”

“Well, I need to get my voter’s card updated, but… probably.”

I asked, “What do you think about the choices this year?”

She replied, “We are in trouble.”

I went on to explain that I felt the same way and that caused me to want to work to get another voice in the mix and mentioned Ralph.

She didn’t know much about him, so I began the quick spiel on the main issues around Iraq, the Military Ind Complex, Corporate control, etc.

She asked, “But what does he think about abortion? And gay marriage?”

I answered that it is a woman’s choice and equal rights for all.

She said, “The problem is that I am conservative. And worse, a Christian.” (Said with a hint of argument prodding)

All I could think to say was, “Are those two issues what will make your choice, no matter what else is going on in the world and your life?”

“Pretty much.”

Flabbergasted, I shut up and decided then and there that this is going to be much harded than I expected with the ultra religious.

If you have any suggestions on handling this type of issue I ask that you give me a few pointers.

Thanks…

My Best Friend

She may not even know I feel this way (although there is a deep connection between us that seems to “know” these things), but I need to tell you about my best friend… a little 4-12 year old girl I knew back in the late 60′s and early 70′s. I talk about those days because it was those tight, but tough times we had growing up together that solidified my “best friend” status with her.

I’m a couple of years older, so when I hit about 14 or 15 I started moving off in my own direction, looking for girlfriends, hanging with the buds, etc. Of course that never stopped the friendship, just that it had become so concrete that we really don’t need to say it (we did hang out some in high school, playing trumpets together in duets… pretty good, I might add).

We can go weeks and months without speaking, but we still “know”.

As a matter of fact, I can’t remember ever even saying to her what I write here today. Maybe I assume too much?

There are ways to judge friendships and surely by comparing those that you have or had, you can figure out who is “best”. Well, to me, the number one characteristic of the relationship must be love… followed by (and actually is enveloped within) trust. Of all the people in my lifetime, this one little girl (now 44) is a person that I love dearly, but trust as much as any other person I know (more-so).

This little girl loves those around her deeply and gives her all in her relationships (many times to her detriment, for she is often taken advantage of). Her daughter is her most important responsibility and love (I am sure). She sacrifices in many ways so that Ms Milla can have the best chance to survive in this world (and I know my darlin’ niece loves her mom very, very much… you can see it in her, even read it on her Myspace page, or hear about the observation from Milla’s friends).

You see, I trust Julia more than all others because of that love we have for each other. Even more than my mother… especially more than my father.

But, I must admit, we are long time partners in crime. We have been taken to jail together when we were both younger than 12 years old (after having a shotgun blast scare the hell out of us).

We once placed tacks across a local road (hundreds) for some stupid reason, then hid and watched as cars drove over.

We started a fire in our back lot (just behind the house in a pine thicket) which damn near burned our house to the ground.

We stole a car when I was 8 (she was 6), a VW, at that, and drove it all over the lakes we lived at… skirting water and almost falling off bridges.

We smoked coffee and tea mixed once, experimenting (nasty).

I almost chopped her head off with a hoe, once and FREAKED out as she bled so bad (it WAS an accident caused by Dennice) we were all panicking (and wrapping her head in the old time baby diapers).

I have shot her multiple times with a BB gun and once threw a dart that stuck up in her head (it was her fault).

The one thing I knew about that little girl (and the beautiful woman she is today) was that I could trust her and she trusted me. When it comes down to the nut-cuttin’, we GOT each others back. When there is no one else we can count on, we know we have each other.

I have so many tales to tell about her (and may do at some point). But this ain’t no book.

I love you, my best friend, Julia Maria. You know that and I know you know that. But I want the rest of the world to know.

Old Soldier (BuelahMan’s Dad)

There is no doubt that if I am not crazy as a shithouse rat (debatable) then I SHOULD BE, simply because of my childhood and psychotic family/genes.

My dad (Old Soldier) is a retired Army Lt Col who served two tours in Nam. He was in Korea when I was born, Germany much of the time after that, then two quick tours in Nam (getting divorced from my mom during the visit between the tours). I remember very little of him during those years, with the exception of a few very clear memories.

My dad loves(d) to drink (he finally quit, as I understand it) and was a mean sumbitch when he did. He is not a very big person (I have a few inches and 40 pounds on him as an adult), but acted VERY BIG when he was drunk (most of the time). I remember some of the slobbery, disgusting times when he could barely stand up, but I also remember a couple of extremely violent moments (one in which I awoke as a 4 year old to see him standing over my mom as she laid on the floor, bleeding at 8 months pregnant). She claims he kicked her in the stomach, he denies it. Whatever, the baby died and my mom almost did.

(Let me just say that my mother is even crazier than this Richard Noggin, so who knows what she said, but nothing would deserve this…)

He refused to pay any child support for my sister and I (she is 2 years younger) after the divorce and my mom was “forced” to do some sad and personally destructive things to keep us in shelter and fed (as crazy as she is, she did her best). (My dad met my mom at 16 in Germany. She didn’t know English and he brought her to Alabama, dropped her off at his poor mother’s and went to war.)

He gave us up for adoption when I was 12 after my mom met a good man who wanted to call us his own. He had absolutely NOTHING to do with his children and served his country in highly significant and influencial ways. The Army would not help us, but hindered any attempts at monetary recoupment or help to us. He and THEY (The US Army) turned their backs on its kids.

I could tell you how he manipulated his way back into mine and my mom’s life after my step/adoptedreal dad died in a plane crash… TWICE (yeah, he remarried my mom, divorced her to remarry the woman he left my mom for, only to divorce her to remarry my mom AGAIN). Nucking Futs. But what would be the point?

Oh, I could tell some stories…

And probably will (heh)…

Anyway, this Old Soldier character is still alive and kicking, but back with that other woman again (dumbass). He is one of the most ardent right-wing O’Liely following, clueless individuals who has been totally brainwashed by the system. He wears a cloak of patriotism and the American Flag… talks about God and Country… yet turns his back on his very own… the MOST vulnerable.

Here’s the rub… my mom isn’t very bright and I have been told I am (that is certainly debatable), so I must have gotten it from that crazy, ignorant Old Soldier. What is in store for me?

I will fight with every fiber in my body to be his antithesis towards my daughter, my country and the ideology of false religion and hatred.

Lil’ Ear

 

Lil’ Ear’s Fortified Breakfast

I just gotta tell you about Lil’ Ear.

Tim is his real name, but where I’m from, no one goes by their given name (As a matter of fact, I am BuelahMan because Lil Ear named me that many years ago).  I used to hang out with Dog, LP, Skeeter, Elmo (or “Moaner”), Super, Hawk, etc. No one used their actual given name. I have been bequeathed many names, depending on my level of personal craziness/wildness (“Psycho Don” & “Honeybun Don” come to mind and deservedly so).

Anyway, Ear (Lil Ear’s shortened nickname when you weren’t in the presence of his uncle or cousins because one was the actual “Ear” then became “Big Ear” when the next “Ear” was born)…

Lil’ Ear Enjoys Fine Eats

I better start all over.

Many years ago in a land far, far away, there was this guy named Cale (but you never go by your actual given name, so someone named him “Ear”… he DID have very BIG ears in his old age, but that had nothing to do with the name).

So, early on Cale = Ear

Ear was fairly notorious around our parts for general craziness, pranks, and participating in a shindig or two. But Ear got married and had a son and named him Kerry (so a new “Ear” was brought into this world which promoted the original Ear to “Big Ear”).

Hence, now Cale = “Big Ear” & Kerry = “Ear”

Along comes Tim (Kerry’s younger cousin). Running out of “Ear’s”, they decided to call him “Lil’ Ear” and so the legend was born. He immediately earns his namesake of unmitigated craziness and previously unattained debaucherous “ear” behaviour.

Lil’ Ear’s Dinner

(On a sidenote, there was born another younger cousin several years later who inherited “Littlest Ear, or “Stear” for short. As wondrous is the Stear legend, nothing can measure up to my buddy Lil’ Ear.)

Lil’ Ear Does Take a Bath (every now and again)

Because I enjoyed many great New Year’s Eve parties with him (and witnessed the legend first hand many times), I want to recognise “Lil’ Ear” as one of the all time greatest party animals to have ever lived (at least that I know personally).

I Luv ya, Man!