99.9% of my life, I get as much attention as a third party presidential candidate... then within the course of a week, I am Don Juan de la Nooch. Blows my mind. As always, Like, Share, Comment, Give me advice... whatever.
Howdy y'all, I have had a few reviews in a row so I thought I would post an update on how things are going on the getting the fuck out of Shawshank front. My truck is back and functioning properly after dropping almost $1700 on the front end being pretty much completely replaced. Luckily I … Continue reading Where I am at in this endeavor.
I have been interested in going to Wise Guys Sandwich pub for a long time, much like any restaurant I have not been to yet. But it was deeper, there was more longing for Wise Guys. Because Wise Guys may have a Cuban Sandwich on their menu. It is very rare that I find a Cuban anywhere, the last time being a truck stop somewhere in Ohio. And their Cuban was shit... they put onions and peppers on the motherfucker. Bastards.
I doubt anyone from Tuscumbia, Missouri reads Chop's Guide but I have a friend who not only works at Dispatch with me, she has also been working at the T-Town Deli. She cooks for us in dispatch all the time and it is always good so imagine what she can to with an actual facility. She brought me an Enchilada the other day and it was pretty fantastic... would be great if I could sweet talking her into delivering me foodstuffs every day I am in Dispatch. Hint, Hint, Crystal.
Yoga pants, tight black low-cut shirt, tattoos, dark grey jacket, bleach blonde hair, beanie, big glasses... ... fuck, she was a hipster. But good God was she hot.
I understand, I am not pretty and am nice enough to just keep on a back burner, I have dealt with that my whole life. It is the modus operandi of your modern westernized woman. Now, let me admit, I am not the best person at communicating, ask my entire family about when I was in Iraq and they would never hear from me unless they called. I am sure I have accidentally made people feel the same way throughout my life and I am sorry, but it wasn't intentional. As much as I am dicking around on my phone nowadays, I really don't talk on it much.
I can live without the beer and the bourbon but the bacon part of bacon fest sounds mighty snazztastic. You have to be 21 to get in the doors so the child punting competition will not have to take place, this is both a blessing and a letdown.
Howdy, I'm Chop. I am 35 for another couple months, I am a Texan living in Missouri, USA, and I am spinning up to do more traveling and adventuring and whatnot shortly, so I thought I would get in on this whole newfangled blogging thing. I currently own a gun shop (Patriot Gun & Outfitters) which … Continue reading Always Carry a Towel.