kmo for instance: April 2011

EASTER SHOOTING

Today we met a load of wonderfully delicious characters, and gobbled a turkey at the Rosewood abode.

The turkey jumped in my mouth so quickly that I didn't have time to shoot (photograph) it.

SAND IT SAUCE IT CLOG IT TOSS IT

WHILE YOU'RE SLEEPING

I went for a little rip to meet Katie for Kung Pau and a pint.

This is what happened at the witching hour: not much.

PUNGENT SATISFACTION

On the topic of pungent satisfaction, I caught this dude in my back lane yesterday.

On a slightly more smelly note, I went for a rip with Dantz, Hot Karl, and a mucho caliente y fuerte blanco muchacho. We went to a restaurant, the bacon from Sunday night devastated the washroom. Then we rolled around on a garbage hill, scaled a locomotive and drank with a yellow dog.

This post also provides a great opportunity to share some loving handiwork, courtesy of Lyle:

SUNDAY, BACON SUNDAY

We woke up today and Chubbs made some delicious pancakes with chocolate milk and Havana Club. It was filling, so I didn't eat all day because a bacon explosion was imminent.

No bacon in the pancakes but the rum was nice.

Al killed this pig and ground up it's insides and made sausage out of it.
Then he stuffed it all back in the carcass and tossed it in the oven.

Bacon fried with Jack Daniels and cut into sprinkles.

Jamie rolled up this bacon lattice log, stuffed it with spicy Italian sausage,
slathered it with sauce and sliced it into patties.

JB's 3rd helping: biscuit, beans, bacon sprinkles, bacon log, ground pork, sausage, bacon butter, chips, cheese cube,
and ketchup. Broccoli garnish.

Jamie's plate.

Da Frenchie overdosed on Baconaise.

THINGS GET DONE

"KMo's Habit" courtesy of Da Frenchie.

BADGE OF NOTTINGHAM

A not very time-efficient head-badge fix, using presta valves and brass spoke washers.

FAREWELL GREEN MACHINE, LET'S ROLL A TIGHTY WHITEY

While cleaning Green Machine this winter, I noticed a crack at the head-tube junction. The plot was obvious, she had intended to smite me with concrete rug-burn. Green Machine had rolled through some tough times over the years, but I had showed her the world, and this suicide bomb was no way to thank me. Alas, Green Machine has been fed to the Giant metal grinder in the sky. Don't worry though, Tighty Whitey will pay her dues, YOU CAN BET YOUR ASS.