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WHAT A GREAT IDEA.. TO UNITE ALL OF THE GOOD GUYS ON THIS BLOG SITE Sometimes a very simple idea can greatly change things in dire need of improvement. Yes to use low calorie glue on postage stamps to keep female mail processors in the old days from gaining unwanted pounds while on the job 40 hours a week. (my Aunt Tilly was 263 pounds of envelope licking unhappy bitch for years so I know as I had to live with her. That's why I entered the Army and won the CMOH. And yes Aunt Tiilly was a Hersey chocolate addict that used to suck out of my choc mile baby bottle and that's how I got to get hung up for life on dam expensive chocolates.. so I you like my blogs please give me some of those ding ding ding rings which will be music to my ears... no waiter, I don't want to try your shrimp scampi special tonight..i probable caught the little bastards on my shrimp boat the Net Worthless.. ding ding ding went the ships bell..  |
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6/6/2018 7:30 am |
did you all nose that one kind of shrimp can cause great injury and pain if your not careful.
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6/6/2018 7:32 am |
dats y I always use those batteries with the magic bunny on the cover. yep night fising with my two battery light in my mouth is a must to keep my hands free of wounds ..
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6/6/2018 7:33 am |
did you nose out to sea three bells means its time to open a chocolate bar and munch away as duh rock of gabralter fades to starboard..
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6/6/2018 7:34 am |
home in church three bells means to kneel in your own pew......I don't like priests in general..
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6/6/2018 11:37 am |
I love seafood forest, do you know any cute sailors?
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dats y I always use those batteries with the magic bunny on the cover. yep night fising with my two battery light in my mouth is a must to keep my hands free of wounds ..
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I see the farmboi been busy Making Comments to himself to be #1 what A Fucking Joke   Gob's Korner ™
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6/6/2018 9:03 pm |
ah the moments of truth. go read his blog comments. 21 on one blog to try and save his fading unwanted arsew.. yes one person to comment and 20 comments back. I guess time for merry vi to also comment in same way to even the tables.. so mr hump if you would be so kind.... does anyone see any vi anywhere. another figment of the dope addicts illustions of a wild lost imagineation..
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6/6/2018 11:11 pm |
home in church three bells means to kneel in your own pew......I don't like priests in general..
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6/8/2018 8:01 am |
sips a GOBS GAY BEER AND SMILES FROM ABOVE SO HEAVENLY TO DIGEST IN FULL!!!
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6/8/2018 8:04 am |
MY GOD. MIZZ CLEO IN NEW JERSEY COULDNT HAVE MADE A BETTER MORE DEAD ON PREDICTION THAT YOURS. SO HOW DID YOU GET YOUR CRYSTAL BALLS TO WORK SO WELL SHOOTING A BIG LOAD RIGHT DOWN FARMBIO'S PILL RECEPTIVE THROAT?? I NOSE, A PEE SHOOTER....
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I AGREE IWTH EVERY SINGLE WORK, NO WE NOT RELATED TO HERTS 57 VARIETIES. WHOOPS THAT HINES NOT HERTS.. LOL
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too freakin funny
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how fast did it take him to DELETE IT, PERHAPS SIX SECONDS AS HE HAD WIPE HIS RUNNY NOSE FIRST WITH HIS SLEEVE!!!
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This is the third time I am posting a positive comment in support of OnDaFence, who is being unfairly judged and defamed by a pack of cowardly bullies hiding behind false profiles. Each time I post, my comment is immediately deleted by this pack. They should know that, with each word they write, they are creating more evidence.Gob's Korner ™
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6/17/2018 2:29 pm |
Wow1 WARNING THIS BLOG MAY CONTAIN PHOTOGRAPHS AND DESCRIPTION DEEMED GRAFFIC AND NOT SUITABLE FOR ALL BLOG READERSHIPS. (VIEWER DISCREETION IS ADVISED) It was like a lot midweek very early mornings on Jonathan Davenports fair sized Iowa farm. A hearty essential breakfast for the five man work crew and sole owner Jonathan prepared by its live in cook of three plus years one BretTea who most had nicknamed T-Bags for his very sexual cross dressing habits leading to untold numbers of bunkhouse and farmhouse events quite provocative and randy after working hours. With the two days of previous rains now vanished and the humid air that brought with them ended, much work on both the agricultural and live stock ends had to be addressed. As always after lots of rainfall, the farms upper end river entry had to be inspected to prevent dangerous flash flooding which in the past had taken a toll upon both property as well as unsuspecting farm workers. "I'll be glad to go and check it out" BretTea said to Jonathan Davenport whom him and all of the others always called JD for short. " If you will let me take your ATV?" Just a month old, JD's Yamaha Raptor 700 was a very fast and powerful all terrain vehicle very capable of easily exceeding ground speeds of over 100 miles an hour. With his breakfast dishes washing and drying awaiting his return within the hour, a few minutes of revs to warm up the powerful machines duel carbs and open its automatic choke at last were completed as it slipped slightly sideways going down the long driveway entry toward the back 80 creek bed stream section.. With the early morning westerly winds at his back, BretTea wore no protective headgear nor gargles as no early morning bugs were in flight nor the eastern sun making its daily appearance above the distant tree tops. It was a pair of browsing jack rabbits that ran in panic as BretTea choose a mild type chase by increasing the throttle and steering then aiming right behind their bouncing twin white rounded tails. Yes life had been good over the past few years to this 34 year old transplant from Kansas back then in 2011. Secretly closeted with effeminate mannerisms that few if any of both sexes could not observe without suspecting he should have been born a girl. Certainly BretTea had a rather storied past regarding his acceptance in Kansas society. He had always loved cooking and bonded very closely with his single parent mother whom raised his two sisters and older brother by working two full time jobs. Cooking came quite easy for BretTea and back then it had lead to him answering that Midwest trades magazine ad for a full time live in Iowa farm cook and domestic housecleaner! With both rabbits hitting the dense hedgerow together, his amising smile faded somewhat from that perhaps 20 second open pasture pursuit. Now still doing some 45 miles an hour plus the steep right pitched sudden turn came up upon him far quicker than he ever expected befor realizing it was already far too late! The soaked grazing grass roots still full of collective moisture along with no sun yet to burn off their above ground dewdrops, the wet grasses could not contain the angle of JD's almost brand new Raptor as all three of its wheels began a steady sliding and skidding just before the cascaded river waters high ledge walls came into BretTeas horrified view. He briefly thought of trying to jump off perhaps a few seconds before impact but remained Frozen in a full state of Panic! To make matters even worse. his right hand frozen on the gas throttle held her steady at close to 50 miles an hour. Only the wildlife creatures heard the sounds of metal and plastic virtually exploding on the impact area that covered close to 175 total feet before the angled directly facing cliff face halted its spinning rolling deteriorating motions. Some where within this blanket of flying debris was hurled some 145 pounds of human bone and flesh that was bouncing off the unmovable rock ledge fronts face leaving both body skin, tissues and blood in their tragic wake.. Had the onboard almost three gallons of gas exploded into flame leaving a billowing column of black smoke, JDk and the crew would not have gone to directly to work the lower end. For almost four painful hours, BretTeas twisted maimed body in a deep state of Tramatic shock lie motionless outside of his faintly heaving chest caused by his one good lung.
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6/17/2018 2:29 pm |
Wow2 WARNING THIS BLOG MAY CONTAIN PHOTOGRAPHS AND DESCRIPTION DEEMED GRAFFIC AND NOT SUITABLE FOR ALL BLOG READERSHIPS. (VIEWER DISCREETION IS ADVISED) It was like a lot midweek very early mornings on Jonathan Davenports fair sized Iowa farm. A hearty essential breakfast for the five man work crew and sole owner Jonathan prepared by its live in cook of three plus years one BretTea who most had nicknamed T-Bags for his very sexual cross dressing habits leading to untold numbers of bunkhouse and farmhouse events quite provocative and randy after working hours. With the two days of previous rains now vanished and the humid air that brought with them ended, much work on both the agricultural and live stock ends had to be addressed. As always after lots of rainfall, the farms upper end river entry had to be inspected to prevent dangerous flash flooding which in the past had taken a toll upon both property as well as unsuspecting farm workers. "I'll be glad to go and check it out" BretTea said to Jonathan Davenport whom him and all of the others always called JD for short. " If you will let me take your ATV?" Just a month old, JD's Yamaha Raptor 700 was a very fast and powerful all terrain vehicle very capable of easily exceeding ground speeds of over 100 miles an hour. With his breakfast dishes washing and drying awaiting his return within the hour, a few minutes of revs to warm up the powerful machines duel carbs and open its automatic choke at last were completed as it slipped slightly sideways going down the long driveway entry toward the back 80 creek bed stream section.. With the early morning westerly winds at his back, BretTea wore no protective headgear nor gargles as no early morning bugs were in flight nor the eastern sun making its daily appearance above the distant tree tops. It was a pair of browsing jack rabbits that ran in panic as BretTea choose a mild type chase by increasing the throttle and steering then aiming right behind their bouncing twin white rounded tails. Yes life had been good over the past few years to this 34 year old transplant from Kansas back then in 2011. Secretly closeted with effeminate mannerisms that few if any of both sexes could not observe without suspecting he should have been born a girl. Certainly BretTea had a rather storied past regarding his acceptance in Kansas society. He had always loved cooking and bonded very closely with his single parent mother whom raised his two sisters and older brother by working two full time jobs. Cooking came quite easy for BretTea and back then it had lead to him answering that Midwest trades magazine ad for a full time live in Iowa farm cook and domestic housecleaner! With both rabbits hitting the dense hedgerow together, his amising smile faded somewhat from that perhaps 20 second open pasture pursuit. Now still doing some 45 miles an hour plus the steep right pitched sudden turn came up upon him far quicker than he ever expected befor realizing it was already far too late! The soaked grazing grass roots still full of collective moisture along with no sun yet to burn off their above ground dewdrops, the wet grasses could not contain the angle of JD's almost brand new Raptor as all three of its wheels began a steady sliding and skidding just before the cascaded river waters high ledge walls came into BretTeas horrified view. He briefly thought of trying to jump off perhaps a few seconds before impact but remained Frozen in a full state of Panic! To make matters even worse. his right hand frozen on the gas throttle held her steady at close to 50 miles an hour. Only the wildlife creatures heard the sounds of metal and plastic virtually exploding on the impact area that covered close to 175 total feet before the angled directly facing cliff face halted its spinning rolling deteriorating motions. Some where within this blanket of flying debris was hurled some 145 pounds of human bone and flesh that was bouncing off the unmovable rock ledge fronts face leaving both body skin, tissues and blood in their tragic wake.. Had the onboard almost three gallons of gas exploded into flame leaving a billowing column of black smoke, JDk and the crew would not have gone to directly to work the lower end. For almost four painful hours, BretTeas twisted maimed body in a deep state of Tramatic shock lie motionless outside of his faintly heaving chest caused by his one good lung.
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6/17/2018 2:30 pm |
Wow3 WARNING THIS BLOG MAY CONTAIN PHOTOGRAPHS AND DESCRIPTION DEEMED GRAFFIC AND NOT SUITABLE FOR ALL BLOG READERSHIPS. (VIEWER DISCREETION IS ADVISED) It was like a lot midweek very early mornings on Jonathan Davenports fair sized Iowa farm. A hearty essential breakfast for the five man work crew and sole owner Jonathan prepared by its live in cook of three plus years one BretTea who most had nicknamed T-Bags for his very sexual cross dressing habits leading to untold numbers of bunkhouse and farmhouse events quite provocative and randy after working hours. With the two days of previous rains now vanished and the humid air that brought with them ended, much work on both the agricultural and live stock ends had to be addressed. As always after lots of rainfall, the farms upper end river entry had to be inspected to prevent dangerous flash flooding which in the past had taken a toll upon both property as well as unsuspecting farm workers. "I'll be glad to go and check it out" BretTea said to Jonathan Davenport whom him and all of the others always called JD for short. " If you will let me take your ATV?" Just a month old, JD's Yamaha Raptor 700 was a very fast and powerful all terrain vehicle very capable of easily exceeding ground speeds of over 100 miles an hour. With his breakfast dishes washing and drying awaiting his return within the hour, a few minutes of revs to warm up the powerful machines duel carbs and open its automatic choke at last were completed as it slipped slightly sideways going down the long driveway entry toward the back 80 creek bed stream section.. With the early morning westerly winds at his back, BretTea wore no protective headgear nor gargles as no early morning bugs were in flight nor the eastern sun making its daily appearance above the distant tree tops. It was a pair of browsing jack rabbits that ran in panic as BretTea choose a mild type chase by increasing the throttle and steering then aiming right behind their bouncing twin white rounded tails. Yes life had been good over the past few years to this 34 year old transplant from Kansas back then in 2011. Secretly closeted with effeminate mannerisms that few if any of both sexes could not observe without suspecting he should have been born a girl. Certainly BretTea had a rather storied past regarding his acceptance in Kansas society. He had always loved cooking and bonded very closely with his single parent mother whom raised his two sisters and older brother by working two full time jobs. Cooking came quite easy for BretTea and back then it had lead to him answering that Midwest trades magazine ad for a full time live in Iowa farm cook and domestic housecleaner! With both rabbits hitting the dense hedgerow together, his amising smile faded somewhat from that perhaps 20 second open pasture pursuit. Now still doing some 45 miles an hour plus the steep right pitched sudden turn came up upon him far quicker than he ever expected befor realizing it was already far too late! The soaked grazing grass roots still full of collective moisture along with no sun yet to burn off their above ground dewdrops, the wet grasses could not contain the angle of JD's almost brand new Raptor as all three of its wheels began a steady sliding and skidding just before the cascaded river waters high ledge walls came into BretTeas horrified view. He briefly thought of trying to jump off perhaps a few seconds before impact but remained Frozen in a full state of Panic! To make matters even worse. his right hand frozen on the gas throttle held her steady at close to 50 miles an hour. Only the wildlife creatures heard the sounds of metal and plastic virtually exploding on the impact area that covered close to 175 total feet before the angled directly facing cliff face halted its spinning rolling deteriorating motions. Some where within this blanket of flying debris was hurled some 145 pounds of human bone and flesh that was bouncing off the unmovable rock ledge fronts face leaving both body skin, tissues and blood in their tragic wake.. Had the onboard almost three gallons of gas exploded into flame leaving a billowing column of black smoke, JDk and the crew would not have gone to directly to work the lower end. For almost four painful hours, BretTeas twisted maimed body in a deep state of Tramatic shock lie motionless outside of his faintly heaving chest caused by his one good lung.
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6/17/2018 2:30 pm |
Wow4 WARNING THIS BLOG MAY CONTAIN PHOTOGRAPHS AND DESCRIPTION DEEMED GRAFFIC AND NOT SUITABLE FOR ALL BLOG READERSHIPS. (VIEWER DISCREETION IS ADVISED) It was like a lot midweek very early mornings on Jonathan Davenports fair sized Iowa farm. A hearty essential breakfast for the five man work crew and sole owner Jonathan prepared by its live in cook of three plus years one BretTea who most had nicknamed T-Bags for his very sexual cross dressing habits leading to untold numbers of bunkhouse and farmhouse events quite provocative and randy after working hours. With the two days of previous rains now vanished and the humid air that brought with them ended, much work on both the agricultural and live stock ends had to be addressed. As always after lots of rainfall, the farms upper end river entry had to be inspected to prevent dangerous flash flooding which in the past had taken a toll upon both property as well as unsuspecting farm workers. "I'll be glad to go and check it out" BretTea said to Jonathan Davenport whom him and all of the others always called JD for short. " If you will let me take your ATV?" Just a month old, JD's Yamaha Raptor 700 was a very fast and powerful all terrain vehicle very capable of easily exceeding ground speeds of over 100 miles an hour. With his breakfast dishes washing and drying awaiting his return within the hour, a few minutes of revs to warm up the powerful machines duel carbs and open its automatic choke at last were completed as it slipped slightly sideways going down the long driveway entry toward the back 80 creek bed stream section.. With the early morning westerly winds at his back, BretTea wore no protective headgear nor gargles as no early morning bugs were in flight nor the eastern sun making its daily appearance above the distant tree tops. It was a pair of browsing jack rabbits that ran in panic as BretTea choose a mild type chase by increasing the throttle and steering then aiming right behind their bouncing twin white rounded tails. Yes life had been good over the past few years to this 34 year old transplant from Kansas back then in 2011. Secretly closeted with effeminate mannerisms that few if any of both sexes could not observe without suspecting he should have been born a girl. Certainly BretTea had a rather storied past regarding his acceptance in Kansas society. He had always loved cooking and bonded very closely with his single parent mother whom raised his two sisters and older brother by working two full time jobs. Cooking came quite easy for BretTea and back then it had lead to him answering that Midwest trades magazine ad for a full time live in Iowa farm cook and domestic housecleaner! With both rabbits hitting the dense hedgerow together, his amising smile faded somewhat from that perhaps 20 second open pasture pursuit. Now still doing some 45 miles an hour plus the steep right pitched sudden turn came up upon him far quicker than he ever expected befor realizing it was already far too late! The soaked grazing grass roots still full of collective moisture along with no sun yet to burn off their above ground dewdrops, the wet grasses could not contain the angle of JD's almost brand new Raptor as all three of its wheels began a steady sliding and skidding just before the cascaded river waters high ledge walls came into BretTeas horrified view. He briefly thought of trying to jump off perhaps a few seconds before impact but remained Frozen in a full state of Panic! To make matters even worse. his right hand frozen on the gas throttle held her steady at close to 50 miles an hour. Only the wildlife creatures heard the sounds of metal and plastic virtually exploding on the impact area that covered close to 175 total feet before the angled directly facing cliff face halted its spinning rolling deteriorating motions. Some where within this blanket of flying debris was hurled some 145 pounds of human bone and flesh that was bouncing off the unmovable rock ledge fronts face leaving both body skin, tissues and blood in their tragic wake.. Had the onboard almost three gallons of gas exploded into flame leaving a billowing column of black smoke, JDk and the crew would not have gone to directly to work the lower end. For almost four painful hours, BretTeas twisted maimed body in a deep state of Tramatic shock lie motionless outside of his faintly heaving chest caused by his one good lung.
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6/17/2018 2:31 pm |
Wow 5 WARNING THIS BLOG MAY CONTAIN PHOTOGRAPHS AND DESCRIPTION DEEMED GRAFFIC AND NOT SUITABLE FOR ALL BLOG READERSHIPS. (VIEWER DISCREETION IS ADVISED) It was like a lot midweek very early mornings on Jonathan Davenports fair sized Iowa farm. A hearty essential breakfast for the five man work crew and sole owner Jonathan prepared by its live in cook of three plus years one BretTea who most had nicknamed T-Bags for his very sexual cross dressing habits leading to untold numbers of bunkhouse and farmhouse events quite provocative and randy after working hours. With the two days of previous rains now vanished and the humid air that brought with them ended, much work on both the agricultural and live stock ends had to be addressed. As always after lots of rainfall, the farms upper end river entry had to be inspected to prevent dangerous flash flooding which in the past had taken a toll upon both property as well as unsuspecting farm workers. "I'll be glad to go and check it out" BretTea said to Jonathan Davenport whom him and all of the others always called JD for short. " If you will let me take your ATV?" Just a month old, JD's Yamaha Raptor 700 was a very fast and powerful all terrain vehicle very capable of easily exceeding ground speeds of over 100 miles an hour. With his breakfast dishes washing and drying awaiting his return within the hour, a few minutes of revs to warm up the powerful machines duel carbs and open its automatic choke at last were completed as it slipped slightly sideways going down the long driveway entry toward the back 80 creek bed stream section.. With the early morning westerly winds at his back, BretTea wore no protective headgear nor gargles as no early morning bugs were in flight nor the eastern sun making its daily appearance above the distant tree tops. It was a pair of browsing jack rabbits that ran in panic as BretTea choose a mild type chase by increasing the throttle and steering then aiming right behind their bouncing twin white rounded tails. Yes life had been good over the past few years to this 34 year old transplant from Kansas back then in 2011. Secretly closeted with effeminate mannerisms that few if any of both sexes could not observe without suspecting he should have been born a girl. Certainly BretTea had a rather storied past regarding his acceptance in Kansas society. He had always loved cooking and bonded very closely with his single parent mother whom raised his two sisters and older brother by working two full time jobs. Cooking came quite easy for BretTea and back then it had lead to him answering that Midwest trades magazine ad for a full time live in Iowa farm cook and domestic housecleaner! With both rabbits hitting the dense hedgerow together, his amising smile faded somewhat from that perhaps 20 second open pasture pursuit. Now still doing some 45 miles an hour plus the steep right pitched sudden turn came up upon him far quicker than he ever expected befor realizing it was already far too late! The soaked grazing grass roots still full of collective moisture along with no sun yet to burn off their above ground dewdrops, the wet grasses could not contain the angle of JD's almost brand new Raptor as all three of its wheels began a steady sliding and skidding just before the cascaded river waters high ledge walls came into BretTeas horrified view. He briefly thought of trying to jump off perhaps a few seconds before impact but remained Frozen in a full state of Panic! To make matters even worse. his right hand frozen on the gas throttle held her steady at close to 50 miles an hour. Only the wildlife creatures heard the sounds of metal and plastic virtually exploding on the impact area that covered close to 175 total feet before the angled directly facing cliff face halted its spinning rolling deteriorating motions. Some where within this blanket of flying debris was hurled some 145 pounds of human bone and flesh that was bouncing off the unmovable rock ledge fronts face leaving both body skin, tissues and blood in their tragic wake.. Had the onboard almost three gallons of gas exploded into flame leaving a billowing column of black smoke, JDk and the crew would not have gone to directly to work the lower end. For almost four painful hours, BretTeas twisted maimed body in a deep state of Tramatic shock lie motionless outside of his faintly heaving chest caused by his one good lung.
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6/17/2018 2:31 pm |
Wow 6 WARNING THIS BLOG MAY CONTAIN PHOTOGRAPHS AND DESCRIPTION DEEMED GRAFFIC AND NOT SUITABLE FOR ALL BLOG READERSHIPS. (VIEWER DISCREETION IS ADVISED) It was like a lot midweek very early mornings on Jonathan Davenports fair sized Iowa farm. A hearty essential breakfast for the five man work crew and sole owner Jonathan prepared by its live in cook of three plus years one BretTea who most had nicknamed T-Bags for his very sexual cross dressing habits leading to untold numbers of bunkhouse and farmhouse events quite provocative and randy after working hours. With the two days of previous rains now vanished and the humid air that brought with them ended, much work on both the agricultural and live stock ends had to be addressed. As always after lots of rainfall, the farms upper end river entry had to be inspected to prevent dangerous flash flooding which in the past had taken a toll upon both property as well as unsuspecting farm workers. "I'll be glad to go and check it out" BretTea said to Jonathan Davenport whom him and all of the others always called JD for short. " If you will let me take your ATV?" Just a month old, JD's Yamaha Raptor 700 was a very fast and powerful all terrain vehicle very capable of easily exceeding ground speeds of over 100 miles an hour. With his breakfast dishes washing and drying awaiting his return within the hour, a few minutes of revs to warm up the powerful machines duel carbs and open its automatic choke at last were completed as it slipped slightly sideways going down the long driveway entry toward the back 80 creek bed stream section.. With the early morning westerly winds at his back, BretTea wore no protective headgear nor gargles as no early morning bugs were in flight nor the eastern sun making its daily appearance above the distant tree tops. It was a pair of browsing jack rabbits that ran in panic as BretTea choose a mild type chase by increasing the throttle and steering then aiming right behind their bouncing twin white rounded tails. Yes life had been good over the past few years to this 34 year old transplant from Kansas back then in 2011. Secretly closeted with effeminate mannerisms that few if any of both sexes could not observe without suspecting he should have been born a girl. Certainly BretTea had a rather storied past regarding his acceptance in Kansas society. He had always loved cooking and bonded very closely with his single parent mother whom raised his two sisters and older brother by working two full time jobs. Cooking came quite easy for BretTea and back then it had lead to him answering that Midwest trades magazine ad for a full time live in Iowa farm cook and domestic housecleaner! With both rabbits hitting the dense hedgerow together, his amising smile faded somewhat from that perhaps 20 second open pasture pursuit. Now still doing some 45 miles an hour plus the steep right pitched sudden turn came up upon him far quicker than he ever expected befor realizing it was already far too late! The soaked grazing grass roots still full of collective moisture along with no sun yet to burn off their above ground dewdrops, the wet grasses could not contain the angle of JD's almost brand new Raptor as all three of its wheels began a steady sliding and skidding just before the cascaded river waters high ledge walls came into BretTeas horrified view. He briefly thought of trying to jump off perhaps a few seconds before impact but remained Frozen in a full state of Panic! To make matters even worse. his right hand frozen on the gas throttle held her steady at close to 50 miles an hour. Only the wildlife creatures heard the sounds of metal and plastic virtually exploding on the impact area that covered close to 175 total feet before the angled directly facing cliff face halted its spinning rolling deteriorating motions. Some where within this blanket of flying debris was hurled some 145 pounds of human bone and flesh that was bouncing off the unmovable rock ledge fronts face leaving both body skin, tissues and blood in their tragic wake.. Had the onboard almost three gallons of gas exploded into flame leaving a billowing column of black smoke, JDk and the crew would not have gone to directly to work the lower end. For almost four painful hours, BretTeas twisted maimed body in a deep state of Tramatic shock lie motionless outside of his faintly heaving chest caused by his one good lung.
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6/17/2018 2:32 pm |
Wow 7 WARNING THIS BLOG MAY CONTAIN PHOTOGRAPHS AND DESCRIPTION DEEMED GRAFFIC AND NOT SUITABLE FOR ALL BLOG READERSHIPS. (VIEWER DISCREETION IS ADVISED) It was like a lot midweek very early mornings on Jonathan Davenports fair sized Iowa farm. A hearty essential breakfast for the five man work crew and sole owner Jonathan prepared by its live in cook of three plus years one BretTea who most had nicknamed T-Bags for his very sexual cross dressing habits leading to untold numbers of bunkhouse and farmhouse events quite provocative and randy after working hours. With the two days of previous rains now vanished and the humid air that brought with them ended, much work on both the agricultural and live stock ends had to be addressed. As always after lots of rainfall, the farms upper end river entry had to be inspected to prevent dangerous flash flooding which in the past had taken a toll upon both property as well as unsuspecting farm workers. "I'll be glad to go and check it out" BretTea said to Jonathan Davenport whom him and all of the others always called JD for short. " If you will let me take your ATV?" Just a month old, JD's Yamaha Raptor 700 was a very fast and powerful all terrain vehicle very capable of easily exceeding ground speeds of over 100 miles an hour. With his breakfast dishes washing and drying awaiting his return within the hour, a few minutes of revs to warm up the powerful machines duel carbs and open its automatic choke at last were completed as it slipped slightly sideways going down the long driveway entry toward the back 80 creek bed stream section.. With the early morning westerly winds at his back, BretTea wore no protective headgear nor gargles as no early morning bugs were in flight nor the eastern sun making its daily appearance above the distant tree tops. It was a pair of browsing jack rabbits that ran in panic as BretTea choose a mild type chase by increasing the throttle and steering then aiming right behind their bouncing twin white rounded tails. Yes life had been good over the past few years to this 34 year old transplant from Kansas back then in 2011. Secretly closeted with effeminate mannerisms that few if any of both sexes could not observe without suspecting he should have been born a girl. Certainly BretTea had a rather storied past regarding his acceptance in Kansas society. He had always loved cooking and bonded very closely with his single parent mother whom raised his two sisters and older brother by working two full time jobs. Cooking came quite easy for BretTea and back then it had lead to him answering that Midwest trades magazine ad for a full time live in Iowa farm cook and domestic housecleaner! With both rabbits hitting the dense hedgerow together, his amising smile faded somewhat from that perhaps 20 second open pasture pursuit. Now still doing some 45 miles an hour plus the steep right pitched sudden turn came up upon him far quicker than he ever expected befor realizing it was already far too late! The soaked grazing grass roots still full of collective moisture along with no sun yet to burn off their above ground dewdrops, the wet grasses could not contain the angle of JD's almost brand new Raptor as all three of its wheels began a steady sliding and skidding just before the cascaded river waters high ledge walls came into BretTeas horrified view. He briefly thought of trying to jump off perhaps a few seconds before impact but remained Frozen in a full state of Panic! To make matters even worse. his right hand frozen on the gas throttle held her steady at close to 50 miles an hour. Only the wildlife creatures heard the sounds of metal and plastic virtually exploding on the impact area that covered close to 175 total feet before the angled directly facing cliff face halted its spinning rolling deteriorating motions. Some where within this blanket of flying debris was hurled some 145 pounds of human bone and flesh that was bouncing off the unmovable rock ledge fronts face leaving both body skin, tissues and blood in their tragic wake.. Had the onboard almost three gallons of gas exploded into flame leaving a billowing column of black smoke, JDk and the crew would not have gone to directly to work the lower end. For almost four painful hours, BretTeas twisted maimed body in a deep state of Tramatic shock lie motionless outside of his faintly heaving chest caused by his one good lung.
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6/17/2018 2:32 pm |
Wow 8 WARNING THIS BLOG MAY CONTAIN PHOTOGRAPHS AND DESCRIPTION DEEMED GRAFFIC AND NOT SUITABLE FOR ALL BLOG READERSHIPS. (VIEWER DISCREETION IS ADVISED) It was like a lot midweek very early mornings on Jonathan Davenports fair sized Iowa farm. A hearty essential breakfast for the five man work crew and sole owner Jonathan prepared by its live in cook of three plus years one BretTea who most had nicknamed T-Bags for his very sexual cross dressing habits leading to untold numbers of bunkhouse and farmhouse events quite provocative and randy after working hours. With the two days of previous rains now vanished and the humid air that brought with them ended, much work on both the agricultural and live stock ends had to be addressed. As always after lots of rainfall, the farms upper end river entry had to be inspected to prevent dangerous flash flooding which in the past had taken a toll upon both property as well as unsuspecting farm workers. "I'll be glad to go and check it out" BretTea said to Jonathan Davenport whom him and all of the others always called JD for short. " If you will let me take your ATV?" Just a month old, JD's Yamaha Raptor 700 was a very fast and powerful all terrain vehicle very capable of easily exceeding ground speeds of over 100 miles an hour. With his breakfast dishes washing and drying awaiting his return within the hour, a few minutes of revs to warm up the powerful machines duel carbs and open its automatic choke at last were completed as it slipped slightly sideways going down the long driveway entry toward the back 80 creek bed stream section.. With the early morning westerly winds at his back, BretTea wore no protective headgear nor gargles as no early morning bugs were in flight nor the eastern sun making its daily appearance above the distant tree tops. It was a pair of browsing jack rabbits that ran in panic as BretTea choose a mild type chase by increasing the throttle and steering then aiming right behind their bouncing twin white rounded tails. Yes life had been good over the past few years to this 34 year old transplant from Kansas back then in 2011. Secretly closeted with effeminate mannerisms that few if any of both sexes could not observe without suspecting he should have been born a girl. Certainly BretTea had a rather storied past regarding his acceptance in Kansas society. He had always loved cooking and bonded very closely with his single parent mother whom raised his two sisters and older brother by working two full time jobs. Cooking came quite easy for BretTea and back then it had lead to him answering that Midwest trades magazine ad for a full time live in Iowa farm cook and domestic housecleaner! With both rabbits hitting the dense hedgerow together, his amising smile faded somewhat from that perhaps 20 second open pasture pursuit. Now still doing some 45 miles an hour plus the steep right pitched sudden turn came up upon him far quicker than he ever expected befor realizing it was already far too late! The soaked grazing grass roots still full of collective moisture along with no sun yet to burn off their above ground dewdrops, the wet grasses could not contain the angle of JD's almost brand new Raptor as all three of its wheels began a steady sliding and skidding just before the cascaded river waters high ledge walls came into BretTeas horrified view. He briefly thought of trying to jump off perhaps a few seconds before impact but remained Frozen in a full state of Panic! To make matters even worse. his right hand frozen on the gas throttle held her steady at close to 50 miles an hour. Only the wildlife creatures heard the sounds of metal and plastic virtually exploding on the impact area that covered close to 175 total feet before the angled directly facing cliff face halted its spinning rolling deteriorating motions. Some where within this blanket of flying debris was hurled some 145 pounds of human bone and flesh that was bouncing off the unmovable rock ledge fronts face leaving both body skin, tissues and blood in their tragic wake.. Had the onboard almost three gallons of gas exploded into flame leaving a billowing column of black smoke, JDk and the crew would not have gone to directly to work the lower end. For almost four painful hours, BretTeas twisted maimed body in a deep state of Tramatic shock lie motionless outside of his faintly heaving chest caused by his one good lung.
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6/17/2018 2:33 pm |
Wow 9 WARNING THIS BLOG MAY CONTAIN PHOTOGRAPHS AND DESCRIPTION DEEMED GRAFFIC AND NOT SUITABLE FOR ALL BLOG READERSHIPS. (VIEWER DISCREETION IS ADVISED) It was like a lot midweek very early mornings on Jonathan Davenports fair sized Iowa farm. A hearty essential breakfast for the five man work crew and sole owner Jonathan prepared by its live in cook of three plus years one BretTea who most had nicknamed T-Bags for his very sexual cross dressing habits leading to untold numbers of bunkhouse and farmhouse events quite provocative and randy after working hours. With the two days of previous rains now vanished and the humid air that brought with them ended, much work on both the agricultural and live stock ends had to be addressed. As always after lots of rainfall, the farms upper end river entry had to be inspected to prevent dangerous flash flooding which in the past had taken a toll upon both property as well as unsuspecting farm workers. "I'll be glad to go and check it out" BretTea said to Jonathan Davenport whom him and all of the others always called JD for short. " If you will let me take your ATV?" Just a month old, JD's Yamaha Raptor 700 was a very fast and powerful all terrain vehicle very capable of easily exceeding ground speeds of over 100 miles an hour. With his breakfast dishes washing and drying awaiting his return within the hour, a few minutes of revs to warm up the powerful machines duel carbs and open its automatic choke at last were completed as it slipped slightly sideways going down the long driveway entry toward the back 80 creek bed stream section.. With the early morning westerly winds at his back, BretTea wore no protective headgear nor gargles as no early morning bugs were in flight nor the eastern sun making its daily appearance above the distant tree tops. It was a pair of browsing jack rabbits that ran in panic as BretTea choose a mild type chase by increasing the throttle and steering then aiming right behind their bouncing twin white rounded tails. Yes life had been good over the past few years to this 34 year old transplant from Kansas back then in 2011. Secretly closeted with effeminate mannerisms that few if any of both sexes could not observe without suspecting he should have been born a girl. Certainly BretTea had a rather storied past regarding his acceptance in Kansas society. He had always loved cooking and bonded very closely with his single parent mother whom raised his two sisters and older brother by working two full time jobs. Cooking came quite easy for BretTea and back then it had lead to him answering that Midwest trades magazine ad for a full time live in Iowa farm cook and domestic housecleaner! With both rabbits hitting the dense hedgerow together, his amising smile faded somewhat from that perhaps 20 second open pasture pursuit. Now still doing some 45 miles an hour plus the steep right pitched sudden turn came up upon him far quicker than he ever expected befor realizing it was already far too late! The soaked grazing grass roots still full of collective moisture along with no sun yet to burn off their above ground dewdrops, the wet grasses could not contain the angle of JD's almost brand new Raptor as all three of its wheels began a steady sliding and skidding just before the cascaded river waters high ledge walls came into BretTeas horrified view. He briefly thought of trying to jump off perhaps a few seconds before impact but remained Frozen in a full state of Panic! To make matters even worse. his right hand frozen on the gas throttle held her steady at close to 50 miles an hour. Only the wildlife creatures heard the sounds of metal and plastic virtually exploding on the impact area that covered close to 175 total feet before the angled directly facing cliff face halted its spinning rolling deteriorating motions. Some where within this blanket of flying debris was hurled some 145 pounds of human bone and flesh that was bouncing off the unmovable rock ledge fronts face leaving both body skin, tissues and blood in their tragic wake.. Had the onboard almost three gallons of gas exploded into flame leaving a billowing column of black smoke, JDk and the crew would not have gone to directly to work the lower end. For almost four painful hours, BretTeas twisted maimed body in a deep state of Tramatic shock lie motionless outside of his faintly heaving chest caused by his one good lung.
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6/17/2018 2:33 pm |
Wow 10 WARNING THIS BLOG MAY CONTAIN PHOTOGRAPHS AND DESCRIPTION DEEMED GRAFFIC AND NOT SUITABLE FOR ALL BLOG READERSHIPS. (VIEWER DISCREETION IS ADVISED) It was like a lot midweek very early mornings on Jonathan Davenports fair sized Iowa farm. A hearty essential breakfast for the five man work crew and sole owner Jonathan prepared by its live in cook of three plus years one BretTea who most had nicknamed T-Bags for his very sexual cross dressing habits leading to untold numbers of bunkhouse and farmhouse events quite provocative and randy after working hours. With the two days of previous rains now vanished and the humid air that brought with them ended, much work on both the agricultural and live stock ends had to be addressed. As always after lots of rainfall, the farms upper end river entry had to be inspected to prevent dangerous flash flooding which in the past had taken a toll upon both property as well as unsuspecting farm workers. "I'll be glad to go and check it out" BretTea said to Jonathan Davenport whom him and all of the others always called JD for short. " If you will let me take your ATV?" Just a month old, JD's Yamaha Raptor 700 was a very fast and powerful all terrain vehicle very capable of easily exceeding ground speeds of over 100 miles an hour. With his breakfast dishes washing and drying awaiting his return within the hour, a few minutes of revs to warm up the powerful machines duel carbs and open its automatic choke at last were completed as it slipped slightly sideways going down the long driveway entry toward the back 80 creek bed stream section.. With the early morning westerly winds at his back, BretTea wore no protective headgear nor gargles as no early morning bugs were in flight nor the eastern sun making its daily appearance above the distant tree tops. It was a pair of browsing jack rabbits that ran in panic as BretTea choose a mild type chase by increasing the throttle and steering then aiming right behind their bouncing twin white rounded tails. Yes life had been good over the past few years to this 34 year old transplant from Kansas back then in 2011. Secretly closeted with effeminate mannerisms that few if any of both sexes could not observe without suspecting he should have been born a girl. Certainly BretTea had a rather storied past regarding his acceptance in Kansas society. He had always loved cooking and bonded very closely with his single parent mother whom raised his two sisters and older brother by working two full time jobs. Cooking came quite easy for BretTea and back then it had lead to him answering that Midwest trades magazine ad for a full time live in Iowa farm cook and domestic housecleaner! With both rabbits hitting the dense hedgerow together, his amising smile faded somewhat from that perhaps 20 second open pasture pursuit. Now still doing some 45 miles an hour plus the steep right pitched sudden turn came up upon him far quicker than he ever expected befor realizing it was already far too late! The soaked grazing grass roots still full of collective moisture along with no sun yet to burn off their above ground dewdrops, the wet grasses could not contain the angle of JD's almost brand new Raptor as all three of its wheels began a steady sliding and skidding just before the cascaded river waters high ledge walls came into BretTeas horrified view. He briefly thought of trying to jump off perhaps a few seconds before impact but remained Frozen in a full state of Panic! To make matters even worse. his right hand frozen on the gas throttle held her steady at close to 50 miles an hour. Only the wildlife creatures heard the sounds of metal and plastic virtually exploding on the impact area that covered close to 175 total feet before the angled directly facing cliff face halted its spinning rolling deteriorating motions. Some where within this blanket of flying debris was hurled some 145 pounds of human bone and flesh that was bouncing off the unmovable rock ledge fronts face leaving both body skin, tissues and blood in their tragic wake.. Had the onboard almost three gallons of gas exploded into flame leaving a billowing column of black smoke, JDk and the crew would not have gone to directly to work the lower end. For almost four painful hours, BretTeas twisted maimed body in a deep state of Tramatic shock lie motionless outside of his faintly heaving chest caused by his one good lung.
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