John Rambo: Killing or Dancing Machine

On the left is John Rambo. He is a killing machine. He hides in mud walls and takes out entire police forces with his hands. He is coming to get you.

On the right is Jonathan Rambo. He is chill-axing. Maybe he is running to Walmart. Maybe he is meeting the guys for drinks at the Rusty Scupper. He can drink. He can dance. Look at those shiny shoes. He could out dance you all. In town you're the law, in here it's him. Don't push it. Don't push it or he'll give you a dance you won't believe. And he doesn't believe in sleeves.

Let it go. Let it go. It's over. This blog is over.

NOTHING IS OVER!

Because I have tons of these guys.

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IN MEMORIAM: Dale Alvin Gribble

Dear, sweet Dale.

Exterminator

Bounty hunter.

Smoker.

Gun fanatic.

Conspiracy theorist.

You were all these things. And also a dear friend.

A birthday gift from years past, I loved you so much I never took you out of the package. You sat perched on the shelf in my home office, watching me email, write short stories, pleasure myself and steal music online. You never judged.

We have a new office now and the wife says I'm a big boy and need to put away some of my toys. So away you go, in the box with Superman and the Austin Powers bobblehead.

You are gone. For now. Hopefully to return one day when I get my own "man room" or she leaves me for a man with more motivation and fewer Go-Bots.

Good night, sweet prince.









It was a lovely ceremony.


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I was molested by decals as a child

I had something against decals. A deep hatred for decorative stickers. I don't know what my beef was but I'd rip them off moments after unwrapping.

Here is a perfect example. An A-Team Matchbox car. One side A-Team and the other side that van your parents told you to stay away from should it drive slowly through the neighborhood and offer candy or a treats.

I had strict orders. If anyone in a van offered me goodies run home and CALL THE POLICE.

I wish they made it clear that, in some instances, a person is just doing their job.

I think I scarred the neighbor kids. Police cuffing the ice cream man. Never fades.

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