Without rain, there are no flowers

Sipping coffee here, as always, start with the bad, end up in a good place on ths Firearm Friday

Parton recalled a late-1960s or early-1970s trip to New York City with her then-assistant Judy Ogle. The pair had been kicked out of a hotel because management thought they were prostitutes. After wandering the city, they ended up on 42nd Street, where a man assumed they were “on the make” and kept making advances

Parton, who was a “country girl” from the Smoky Mountains and had a concealed-carry permit for decades, had a .38-caliber pistol in her purse. She said she didn’t know how to get the man off her, so she pulled the gun and warned him: “If you touch me one more time I’m gonna shoot you”

Parton has also discussed carrying a gun for protection in a 1978 Playboy interview, saying she always carried a .38 pistol and felt safer knowing she wasn’t “totally helpless”

WND+1. She has never stopped carrying a firearm, even after Tennessee became a constitutional carry state in 2021

Fellas, ever walk up to a counter saying, look lady, I’m trying real hard here lookin at the woman dead square in the eyes and hear, well you just keep tryin there mister, just askin is all.

I knew a lady, married, she was known as Big Red, her breasts came through a door 3 seconds before the rest of her, she stood damn near 5’10 hence the name Big Red. Talking with her hubby, her breasts were destroying her back, so a reduction was scheduled, after the surgery met up with him checking in on friendds, not being a pig or anything like that, ask him, you miss them not being so big? No, I still have my bride. They are still married with a grown son now.

Smiling and thinkin back in cheeseland

Bob, we’ll call him Bob, like Bob thee painter, married to Loulla, they had two daughters, I knew one, and they also had a granddaughter, all three big breasted, ran in the family they were sitting in the living room, one says the “girls” Loulla was telling them the doctor found cancer in the left breast, as the daughter told the story, they didn’t want to tell Bob, Bob finally in there and it was explained, he stood up, look Dr. you cut that dead tit off and get rid of it, I’ll bite the other twice as hard and out he went from office. Through the chemo and sickness, Bob was there. Whenever Loulla walked by Bob didn’t matter where, he give her a little swat on her butt sayin “Mine”.

Still at Bob’s place, I had met the daughter’s husband, a Man rule the ladies may not know, one never shakes a Man’s hand sitting, stand up eyeball to eyeball, Man rule engaged. He felt the callouses, I felt the softness, firm handshake though. Bob told him, the teevee is messed up, this guy, didn’t have glasses with tape, he did have a pocket full of pens & pencils. Goes out, comes in with a 3 door toolbox, opens it, first thing he does, is take the white gloves from the box and puts them on, behind the teevee for like 10 minutes, turn it on, Bob says it’s working, this guy takes his white gloves off back in the box, like it nothin. This wa recruited out the UofW. defense, on vacation from JPL, one of the projects he had worked that he would mention, was the MOAB. He didn’t talk much about work and rightly so.

Dolly, from rags to riches

The daughter from collage, on a singing schoolarship, who made the Angels cry from envy when she worked her pipes, had invited her boyriend school to meet her parents, was outback helping Bob with the log splitter, this kid says, can I help? Got gloves, no, your hands with be torn up, without a complaint he piled the wood in a wheelbarrow and stacked where it needed to be, when done, he was smiling found out this kid never wore or owned blue jeans. He had never been fishing. His dad was high-up in the corporate world of HP, his mother thought his girlfriend was beneath his station in life. Get your commercial pilots lience or be cut from the will. He married that girl and became a high school counselor

riches to rags one could say