Fhilosophy Friday

Alan Watts drops knowledge ninja style: “For there is a growing apprehension that existence is a rat-race in a trap: living organisms, including people,are merely tubes which put things in at one end and let them out at the other, which both keeps them doing it and in the long run wears them out. So to keep the farce going, the tubes find ways of making new tubes, which also put things in at one end and let them out at the other. At the input end they even develop ganglia of nerves called brains, with eyes and ears, so that they can more easily scrounge around for things to swallow. As and when they get enough to eat, they use up their surplus energy by wiggling in complicated patterns, making all sorts of noises by blowing air in and out of the input hole, and gathering together in groups to fight with other groups. In time, the tubes grow such an abundance of attached appliances that they are hardly recognizable as mere tubes, and they manage to do this in a staggering variety of forms. There is a vague rule not to eat tubes of your own form, but in general there is serious competition as to who is going to be the top type of tube. All this seems marvelously futile, and yet, when you begin to think about it, it begins to be more marvelous than futile. Indeed, it seems extremely odd.”

“You have seen that the universe is at root a magical illusion and a fabulous game, and that there is no separate "you" to get something out of it, as if life were a bank to be robbed. The only real "you" is the one that comes and goes, manifests and withdraws itself eternally in and as every conscious being. For "you" is the universe looking at itself from billions of points of view, points that come and go so that the vision is forever new.”

BHMF riding dirty......

Like to see you ninjas try to shift this motherfucker!

13 speeds not including granny gear, but its really just eight speeds with a splitter

'Merica!!!!!!!!!!

Mountain shot.

These idiots let BHMF drive the loader too, on his first day!

Trucker humor.

A 2 The K

I know Cypress wrote this shit just for me.

Just in case any of you shitknockers out in Jackal Land were wondering, one BHMF made it back home safely.

4,317 hard earned miles, one trailer tire blew out 3000 miles into the trip while going 70 mph down the highway, but I heard it blow so I slowed down before things went astray. Had to wait 4 hours in Whitehorse to get another spare which sucked, but all in all just making it home in one piece feels like quite an accomplishment.

Our driveway is a fucking mess though, had a lot of rain while we were away which makes things awful muddy. Was hoping the road was dry, but no luck there. Drove the pickup down the road to unload things and almost got stuck in like three different places. Thus is life in the swamplands of Glennallen. Ah Home sweet Home...........

FallOut Bunkers Boogers Style!

Thought some Jackals might be interested in saving their hinds come 2012. Maybe we can all pool our money and get one of the "apocalyptic 2012 shelters" mentioned.

Instead of a wine room we get a MGD room and a THC room and hell while we are at it, a peyote room.

I dunno, might be my best idea to date...........

I Live This Shit

New Jackal Feature: I Live This Shit

No no no.....I told you.... I live this shit ... I aint just up here, rappin and tappin, spittin and skittin and shit....Naw, uh uhh, not me...I'm not you, I'm not you rapper, I'm not you...

Back in the day we here at the den had regular features... well... on the regular. All we have leftover from these glory days is the Friday Hottie and when you think about it the Friday Hottie is kinda gross. BMR is jacking off at some time during the week and finds a new girl to bust on. Then he finds 7 more pics of her and feeds it to Tico and BHMF. Y'all ninjas are getting Booger McRightHands sloppy Internet seconds... but I digress...

I'm introducing a new feature here at the Den called "I Live This Shit". Basically you do something Jackal as Fuck, tell us about it. Take fucking pictures. And tag it.

Expect something from yours truly on the regular because I Live This Shit each and every day. And what do we have here? The first installment of I live this shit is already up?!?!?! Did Scar Shoulders just post in the past like Doc Brown in Back to the Future?!?!?!?!? JTFC that dude is Jackal as fuck. Make like Westside Connection and bow down before your God.

Hoooooooooooooooowwwwwwwwwwlllllllllllaaaaallllllluuuuujjjjjjjjjajaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!

I Live This Shit: Super Bowl Weekend

Well what do we have here... another weekend where SS gets Jackal as Fuck. I'm shocked. SHOCKED. That the only mother fucker to scar himself with the holy word Jackal would be holding it down so hard in the face of so much clone adversity but low and behold he does... so what did this Jackal get into this weekend...

Friday Night
The night starts off tame enough with a 3pm work happy hour, a pitcher of beer, and then coming home and working out. Note to Jackals that find working out boring,
not when your drunk. Pre-drinking for all work outs from here on out. Highlights of the night include trying to make Big Buck Hunters only to not find Yager and making Southern Communist Hunters (Sweet Tea Vodka, Vodka, and Five Hour Energy) I had four of them, needless to say I was awesome. Shit happened, we hit the club, we skipped the line, bottles were popped, my boy Blair got laid, I got wasted, my shorty got wasted, we took a cab home from the south side of Stanton Park (125 yards as the Jackal walks, .5 miles as the cab drives) because shorty was done walking and pulled a raw Jackal power move and straight jumped in one when I was trying to tell her my crib is right there as I pointed at it. Awesomeness? Achieved.





Saturday Night

Brunch was eaten which included alcoholic milkshakes, coffee, a burger topped with eggs hashbrowns and a 1 inch slice of ham... you know regular Jackal recovery food. Got my Jackal on a handful of times, watched MD kick some ass and then this is when things really started to jump off.
Meet up with Voicemail, BMR, some other Jackals. Malt liquor. Big Buck Hunters. 90s Hip Hop. DOING THE MOTHER FUCKING BERNIE LIKE IT'S OUR FUCKING JOB. Cabs with We (Symbol of a Gun) Clones on blast. After party where BMR gets his holler on. More cabs with We (Symbol of a Gun) Clones and our ole pal boogers leaves his digits on a heart for shorties roommate.
Sunday
Wait SS you get awesome on Sunday too? Isn't that an awesome getting day of rest? Fuck no clone! Breakfast spread is made for shorty and her roommates. BMR is called over to get his breakfast/holler on. Get my Jackal on a couple more times if you know what I'm talking about... and cap things off watching the Super Bowl blasted onto the side of some dudes house with a Guinness in one hand and 100 chicken wings in the other.





That's a Jackal as fuck weekend, take notes mother fuckers, I LIVE THIS SHIT.