7and8

Let's pretend I sell lengths of gold chain from which bling can be hung.  An OG asked me the other day, "How long is that 16 inch chain?"

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But enough about the outside world.  I'd like to talk about Home.  Have you ever come home and walked straight into an explosive trap and didn't know you were there until after you were picking shrapnel out of your butt cheeks?  I am going to take a clue from the brave soldiers over seas and use silly string to detect trip wires.  I'll park the car and then deploy into the home front sweeping for IBSs (improvised bitching subjects).  I know I have lost count how many times I've been "wrong" but why do I also get yelled at when no one is to blame?  Of course I know I'm guilty of doing this (every morning from waking until 10:30a).  I think when we are feeling especially vulnerable we should wear a t-shirt with the saying  (that made that one jackass so popular that I don't know his name) "Don't tase me bro!"

God bless and be careful out there.