Welcome back to the scuttlebutt. Have a seat, pour a drink, and let’s talk. Ah, another week, another surplus of targets. We know a little more about what went down in Beirut now, and in spite of, at one point, the mayor claiming that it was a missile strike, we know that it…
Welcome back to the scuttlebutt, have a seat, pour yourself something, and let’s chat. Back in the day, there was a phrase called “a Mickey Finn.” Named after a Chicago bar owner who would put Chloral Hydrate ( a knock out drug) in some customer’s drinks, knock them out and rob them. It was…
Welcome back to the scuttlebutt, Oh hell, hit the fridge, or the liquor cabinet, and let’s talk. Welcome to Campaign 2020. Do yourself a favor and get snot slinging drunk now, and stay that way until November. If you fail to do this, don’t come crying to me about “oh my gods, these…
.Welcome back to the Scuttlebutt. First, an end note on last weeks post, the Navy Vet confessed to sending Castor beans (he claims it wasn’t really ricin), so there you go… Lad, you’re in for a serious world of hurt. Second, a tip of the hat to fellow blogger Vicki Wootton, who…