The Fly Trap (Possibly NSFW)

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Should be, if they can pick up and move 100 year old houses from the edge of a cliff, they should be able to pick up a slabber.

Hard part is probably cutting the anchors to the slab and getting the lifts uniformly under the house.



hmm...I wonder if I could do this now. Ill have to see what the HOA would say about it:p
 
I took pics of my new place last night but they came out horribly because it was dark and I was drunk...will try again later today :lol:
 
What's the odds of you being sober all of tonight?


If I had any money I'd be shitty drunk tonight. Instead a friend asked me to come get baked with him. That's a good friend that knows when you have too many working braincells.
 
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I was talking about life and missing my son with my dad the other day and he mentioned he always liked a guy named Sterling Hayden that played Capt. McCluskey in the Godfather.


He got divorced and had enough of BS from his ex about his kids so he took them aboard his boat and sailed to Tahiti for a year against a court order and when he was arrested when he got back he told the courts that they just went for a drive and got lost. He pretty much got away with it.

The guy always said he was just an actor to pay for his boating, which he did nonstop. This is a great bit from one of his books.

"To be truly challenging, a voyage, like a life, must rest on a firm foundation of financial unrest. Otherwise, you are doomed to a routine traverse, the kind known to yachtsmen who play with their boats at sea... cruising, it is called. Voyaging belongs to seamen, and to the wanderers of the world who cannot, or will not, fit in. If you are contemplating a voyage and you have the means, abandon the venture until your fortunes change. Only then will you know what the sea is all about. "I've always wanted to sail to the south seas, but I can't afford it." What these men can't afford is not to go. They are enmeshed in the cancerous discipline of security. And in the worship of security we fling our lives beneath the wheels of routine - and before we know it our lives are gone. What does a man need - really need? A few pounds of food each day, heat and shelter, six feet to lie down in - and some form of working activity that will yield a sense of accomplishment. That's all - in the material sense, and we know it. But we are brainwashed by our economic system until we end up in a tomb beneath a pyramid of time payments, mortgages, preposterous gadgetry, playthings that divert our attention for the sheer idiocy of the charade. The years thunder by, The dreams of youth grow dim where they lie caked in dust on the shelves of patience. Before we know it, the tomb is sealed. Where, then, lies the answer? In choice. Which shall it be: bankruptcy of purse or bankruptcy of life?"


I think my dad was subtly hinting at me that there is always options and it was ok if I ever decided to take the road less traveled.


The older we get the better we get along and the more respect I have for him.
 
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