So, by now some of you are asking the question, “What the fuck was Barnacle doing on the BTL tower?”
Good question. To answer in one word,,, it weren’t me.
Oh I tried to get permission to go up there. You bet your ass!
I'd be up that tower faster than Rosie O'Donnell could get to the front of the buffet line!

DENIED!
So I got our favorite technician, Morey to get me some photos. I am not sure but I think he used a cell phone.

Made a airstrip run this morning. The road crews are all the way up to GOD’S radio station! That’s the southern tip of the CocoPlum pavement. It won’t be long now.
For those of you who don’t know, all along the way there are plans for some sidewalks, speed bumps, pedestrian crossovers (Huge speed bumps!) and even landscaping. Here in the Breach we are slated for 1 mile of sidewalks. Where that one mile will be remains to be seen.

Exciting times on the peninsula right now! We can’t imagine a house without dust rolling in? And facility’s in place to restrict the fuckin lead-foots!

An update on the snake population in the Breach.
2 more were caught on the north side of Mango’s this time. And one is said to have been even bigger than the 8 footer we got from the south side of Mango’s! All around Mango’s but not AT Mango’s? Hmmmmmmm?

And speaking of Mango’s,, Saturday is live music night featuring “The Lost Reefers”.
Be there or be square.



Go change your tampon!

A statement told to someone who needs a new, fresh prospective.

Southern confederates: We need slaves to pick our cotton!

Abraham Lincoln: Oh Go change your tampon! Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent, a new nation, conceived in Liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal blah blah blah...