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This blog is dead. Thanks to all who read it. I have a new blog that I will be premiering this coming Monday, June 29th. Hope to hear from all of you soon.-Mikewww.MiketheBull.com

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Dear Fellas,I just want to thank the both of you for Easter. This year was a blast. It was the first time Bekki and I got to host a formal dinner. Well, the only guests were her mother and father so I'm not sure how formal that all was. The food was exquisite. The old ball and chain whipped up a pork tenderloin flavored with garlic and Cabernet sauvignon. It was almost as good as knowing the

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Happy Easter from everyone below the Mason-Dixon!For more info check out the website at Hank3.com.

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A recent post on the blog Georgia is Your Friend explores her memories of past romances via that special 'first kiss'. At the end of the blog she naturally asks her readers to try to remember their first kiss moments. I pretty much do whatever someone tells me, so I did."I was 15 and you were 17. You had a boyfriend at the time. The judge's ruling stated that you couldn't see him or any of your

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From the opening scene to the closing nightmarish climax, Requiem for a Dream made me wish I had never renewed my Netflix subscription. While heroin and cocaine addiction might be cool for Hollywood hipsters Marlon Wayans and Jared Leto, this country is in far too great of a depression for escapism. That's why I urge everyone to go to their local movie theater and see Hotel for Dogs. Nothing will

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I'd like to briefly mention the Trinity. It is an idea that the Catholics have used for centuries to confuse those they've conquered and enslaved. I, too, have wrestled with this concept. How can three entities be one and separate at the same time? Like Jennifer Lopez and J-Lo. You never see them in the same room together, but sources tell me that they're probably the same person. I use this same

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My wife is hot. She is also sick. As her mother put it, sick enough to snot out a few oysters. If that's the case then I'm pissed, because I've been cleaning up tissues for the past few days now and have yet to find a pearl. Perhaps she was referring to Mountain Oysters.On a positive note, feeling under the weather will only speed up her weight loss. It's hard to eat when you're slowly dying.

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I wanted to post something today, but I wasn't sure what to write. So instead I'll just list a few of my recent purchases. First, I bought Kellog's Fruit Harvest Cereal. It is delicious. It has real strawberries and blueberries in it. I'm slowly making the transition from junk food to a healthy, organic diet. I know Kellog's isn't the same as eating a bowl of oats harvested from a farm on the

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This is Dear Deer by comedien Kate Micucci

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(Ernie, Red and Dixie)I get a knock on the door today. So I push thru the barking dogs and step onto the front porch. The screen door shuts behind me as I ask in my most put-on baritone, "Can I help you?" The man in question is a good foot shorter than me, but still has the nerve to say, "I'm from the Post Office. Your mother called yesterday about the mailbox. . ."My mother? Bitch, you don't

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I wonder how many times you can actually thump somebody in the temple until the pressure is so great that their head explodes. Bekki called the Post Office today. Some Irish prick who delivers our mail must have a real hard-on for us. Every time he comes by he's got some prank to pull. First it was scattering our mail all over our front lawn. It took me a while to get it, but I see the humor in

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I'll be on air tonight from 12am-4am EST (9am-1am PST). If you're in the Asheville, NC area, it's 88.7. In Charlotte it's 100.3. In Greenville, SC it's 97.3 and in Boone, NC it's 92.9. If you want to listen online just go to the WNCW website at WNCW.org and click on the Listen Live button in the upper left hand corner.

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I've been obsessed with fresh breath recently. That doesn't even feel right to say. You should always be concerned with fresh breath I suppose. But with me this is mostly a new phenomenon. That's not to say that before this epiphany, this tidal wave of self-discovery that my breath was foul. But I did smell someone else's breath recently and was shocked. I can't remember who, so for the sake of

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I don't know why people have to mention pussy and tits in casual conversation. Why can't they just say boobs or vagina? Why do they have to mention it at all? Well I don't care to live in a world void of mammary discussion. It's just the linguistics that eat at me. But what's in a name anyway? And who in the hell is Michael DeAntonio? And why are there so many questions in this paragraph? Maybe

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It snowed! And the real estate agent said it hardly ever snowed in this town. This makes it a little harder to buy into that global warming hype you always hear about. Oh, sorry for looking horrible. I just woke up.

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I don't know what to think. It's a beautifully done commercial. If it was advertising anything else, though, I think I might approve. A new record, a HBO special, Gold Bond Medicated Powder- Anything! Well, I've gotta go to the store and pick up a twelve pack of Pepsi. See ya later, suckers.

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Utah Phillips recited this poem during a concert of his where he performed songs from the Little Red Songbook. I think it is aptly suited to be read with the above picture of the Big Three CEO's.The Two BumsThe bum on the rod is hunted down As the enemy of mankind; The other is driven around to his club And feted, wined and dined. And they who curse the bum on the rods As the essence of

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It's the end of a era. I didn't watch the show from the begining back in1993, but it has been there with me since as far back as I can remember. Adolescence would not have been the same without this large pale man and his offbeat humor. Every night through highschool and college were spent waiting for Conan to come on. Sadly, I haven't watched him with as much regularity in the past year. I feel

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I recently connected with someone on Facebook that I hadn't seen in more than fifteen years. The last time I saw her, we were both goofy-looking children. She's a model, now. I'm no model by any stretch of the imagination, but I'm not as ugly as some of these busted-up mugs I've seen. Yeah, my weight gain diet didn't turn out the way I thought it would. My arms and shoulders are still scrawny,

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Valentine's Day is for lovers. He's Just Not That Into You is for lonely women who eat Ben and Jerry's ice cream while reading Cosmo. I wish someone would have told me that before I took Bekki to see it on our Valentine's Day date. Having to sit through awkward sex scenes with the voluptuous Scarlett Johansson while your wife mumbles "what a whore" was the least of my frustrations. The character

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I'll be on air tonight from 12am-4am EST (9am-1am PST). If you're in the Asheville, NC area, it's 88.7. In Charlotte it's 100.3. In Greenville, SC it's 97.3 and in Boone, NC it's 92.9. If you want to listen online just go to the WNCW website at WNCW.org and click on the Listen Live button in the upper right hand corner.

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But when they did finally focus, I've got this huge fleshy "prosthetic" staring me in the face. Now that's not a position I'm too comfortable with normally, but considering the circumstances this was rather amusing. The 10 inch flesh colored prosthetic had a suction cup placed behind the "base" and was stuck to Alabama's bumper. He laughed and said Huckleberry. Apparently it's an ongoing gag

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Dear Red,I know you're scared tonight. Hell, I'm scared too. It's been snowing for an hour now. I coulda swore I saw a flake or two stick. It mighta been my cataracts. You're scared for different reasons, though. Going under the knife is pretty risky business. And not in the cool Tom Cruise jumping on couches way, either. I'm talking 'bout the hold your boots and shit your pants kinda risky

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I got a coworker named Alabama. I call him that to protect his anonymity and, well, because he's from Alabama. Nice guy. Real thick southern accent. He's got a story for everything. If you've seen it, he's seen it bigger and better. If you've done it, he's done it twice and never returned its phone calls.Huckleberry's a nice gal. She's got a real high-pitched voice and always wears colorful socks

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You’re supposed to socialize your puppy from a young age. To expose them to as many different people, places and animals as possible. Not humanly possible, because I’m a human and I hate society. No, just plain old socialization will be fine. I’d like to think that I was sitting on that bench with Red today for that reason, but I wasn’t. No, I was hoping to run into Gregory. He owns a restaurant

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