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IT'S ALL ABOUT THE HOSE: Emmy's Bubble Gum Pink Nylons

I just hate fighting with my bed and pillow

     

                                                             I just hate fighting with my bed and pillow.

Seems like it's a daily sitch. 

Every evening when I get ready to hit the rack, it's a fight to get in the right spot on my bed and, then its wrestle with my pillow. Now I have considered all the offers from outfits like MyPillow, and such, but $400.00 for a topper and near $80.00 for a pillow, is a bit steep. Thing is in this modern era of advanced technology, you'd think by now somebody would make straps that would hold sheet especially fitted sheets to the bed and keep them tight and not bunch up. Then there's the pillow.

Besides MyPillow, isn't there a pillow that will hold its shape, and not need adjustments all night just to stay asleep? Of course, there's noise laws that flat are not enforced. Oh it's okay for a noisy Harley to roll by with rapping pipes(I LuV those) but let a trucker, use a Jake Brake, he gets a ticket. Then there's the thumping of stereos. For Heck sake turn the damn thing down, after midnight. Who the hell are you trying to impress? The dang sluts of this city have all gone to bed with their nightly quest. Some times you can pick your living environment, some times you cain't. I'm a day sleeper, for several reasons. One can't do radio during the day, due to bandwidth problems. Everybody is on the pipe, so limited access. Then at night is the best choice. Which presents several sitchs. The first is now that I'm venturing out back on my own going toewing without the support of A1, I need to make every call. Yet if I'm on air, I can't just shut down the station. So need co-hosts, or side anchors. Now true could be in a studio, with one of the Club members, but, that's kinda queer. So that requires a female to sit in. Now I don't look for a fashion model, here, but someone with a healthy body that is not oversized, that displays some eye candy with the raunchy personality and sarcasm style humor that we roll out is a plus. Think its easy to find that? It ain't. So I stress, and that don't give me much rest. Which is what I did ALL DAY Sunday. I slept. Didn't care if the big bomb dropped or not. Can't go to Church , that's still a once a month thing, due to Covid-19, and doing office studio stuff at night is a guess shot at best. So what do you do? You sleep. That's what I did. But cain't some one make a decent bed covering and a no toss pillow? 

That's my story for this morning.

The Weekend is over, back to the weekly grinder

 

The weekend is over, back to the daily grinder. To the foreign, tuners that grace our main thru street of Blue Lakes Blvd, here in Twin Falls, While I love the true sound of serious Detroit muscle, I can't stand the noise these tuners make. Sounds like a rodent farting. It's just terrible, but it's like my Mom used to tell me when I was younger that someday I will observe youth as she did us. That revelation is coming true. Just like Muffin's music. That tribal bull crap she plays is really disturbing, but I'm sure that when I was a younger Wolf-Pup, that me playing the Doors, on a phonograph, was just as disturbing to her. 

Alrighty then; Moving more to resurrecting SpeedWrench Toewing but it's going to be a slow process as I bring that to light. I'm dotting the I's, and crossing the T's. I still remember the day that I got inspired into a SpeedWrench concept. Bro, Claressa, and I were laying on a side lawn, by Sears Automotive when it was down on 2nd Avenue here in Twin Falls. One of then Ace Hansen's Mr. GoodWrench delivery trucks rolled by, with my parts, as I was replacing an exhaust part on the ole Grey Mule, I thought, instead of Mr. GoodWrench, what a slightly higher-octane version of that name and make it into SpeedWrench? So over a long lunch and a discussion at the then Blue Lakes Mall, now Fred Myers, SpeedWrench Toewing, became part of the Hazzard County Garage, aka, Cooter's Kustmz, aka Hazzard County Choppers. This is going to be a very aggressive promotion and reassembly of a company that is the only, single person, still in business after near 50 years in the same area, by the same owner towing service in Idaho. Stay tuned.

Men vs. Women: Who Farts More?

It's All About the Pantyhose

Beyond my personal fascination of the women's fashion, there isn't a guy I know of that doesn't appreciate, the silky look, and smooth feel of a pair of Pantyhose or at least some form of nylon stockings on his or a desired woman's legs. Just like the chrome wheels that adorn our rods and rydes, nylons on a woman's legs give the look of refinement, and completion of a look. As in the chrome wheel thing, it might not make the rod go any faster, but they sure make em look better. It don't matter if its a model photographing with a vintage aircraft, hot rod, or truck, or bike, 8 out of 10 times the model is wearing nylons of some variant. Most are stockings, with garters, and heels, which I hate the heels part as those foot spikes sliding across a super killer paint job. Likewise the nylons absorb body chemicals including sweat, that keeps those bodily acids, from seeping into that clear coat. Women hate em, guys love them. Its all about the Pantyhose.
Okay then.
Remember the fuss I was having with Kroger stores? Namely our local Smiths Food & Drug store, here in Twin Falls Idaho? While its not that BIG of a thing, that yogurt is damn good. 

 It's not any where else in Twin Falls, and I was told that yesterday I was to get a phone call on delivery of two cases of it. Know what? Yup , no phone call, no delivery. So and I'll be barking about this on air for several days, I ain't going into this Smith's again. In fact I'm moving my prescriptions and such over here to my Walgreen's store 3 blocks away from me. If they can't get that right what else? I'll tell you what else. The Pharmacy clerk assistant the other day had me linked up with some other Doctor, and so requests for prescriptions that I needed refilled to keep me alive were being reffered to another Doctor, not Doctor Henderson, who is and has been for 3 years my GP Doctor. It's a sitch of poor management at this Smith's, and lack of concern by the employees, that from what I have learned is a under rated poorly performing store. So I'm urging all of my fellow Knytes members, WolfPack members, to boycott this and all Kroger/Smith's Food And Drug stores. Maybe if they feel it in their wallets, regional directors and such will clean house of this Smith's. You can't sue them, but damn the stupid water must be gushing here in Twin Falls, plus the idiocy of this Smith's Store, is un matched any where I have ever went. Time to let some manure hit the fan here.

Last; wasn't on air overnight. Thing is I have a very scratchy throat, near lerigingitis level, so been just playing music, but if all works out for the better, will be on overnight tonight in to Thursday morning. 

Until Next Time Rodders and GearHeads.

Just how much food do you need How fat do you need to get before you diet

Just how much food do you really need? How often do you really have to sit and scarf down food? More over how fat do you really need to get before you decide it might be time to push away from the table? 
Some times I get as hungry as a bear, in a empty forest, however if I get to eat , I do so about twice a day, then nibble snack the rest of the time. 
When I hit the scales a few years back before I was diagnosed type diabetic, I hit nearly 300 pounds. Which besides making being in the truck, and my belly always rubbing against the steering wheel, I also was not able to fly. Yep the FAA said I had to lose 70 pounds before I could fly again. So hey, I started eating rabbit food, for awhile, then of course Nurse GoodBody 

 came into my picture and got me on organic soda, and food. Stuff that was good for me, filled me up, and helped me on the road to lose that 70 pounds. Habits that I have retained and put into practice. Only time I hit food is when I damn well need to. 

Okay then; the blame game goes on with us and facebook. Seems as though some big software promotion company decided to snap up our one of our FB Pages. Or at least the name to it. Now admiration is one thing, and in a degree I'm flattered. However isn't there a screening department or algorythum, at FB that says someone already has that page title or name? This has happened twice. Once involving the Knytes' Page called Southern Xposure, where some real-estate/lawyer down in St. George Utah, did it, we fixed that. Now Talking Toew and Toew Talk, were copied. Why is it always us? Why does the public that has no idea of what we are all about, or subject matter of our Groups and Pages on FB? When I put up a thing new for the WolfPack, someone nearly took it over, and while I dearly appreciate her efforts, still AV Com, is for Vintage Military Aviation Enthusiasts, not alot of Southern Confederate information. While I'm into that deeply and part of what The Hazzard County Knytes was in part constructed on in 1982, Pages and Groups Like; Southern XPosure, HazzardActive are where that information and news etc. Just like when I hire someone new for the radio gig, which I'm still working on, and why our air time is not as often, still , when I do hire someone new, I always instruct them to do one simple thing; READ THE GALL BLASTED BLOGS!!! LEARN WHAT WE ARE, AND WHAT YOUR working to do, not just what you think it is from a superficial, or surface view. 

Speaking of:

 We'll begin airing SpeedWrench Radio, Sunday into Monday morning overnight, on www.spreaker.com/ayrewolf that means tomarrow night. On there I am Dr. Speed, everywhere else I'm the AyreWolf. That will not change. Any how I'm off air tonight trying to fix my sore stomach. Until we meet on the radio.

What did you do today? Resistance is not futile

Made it through another day here. Been lonely as hell, and feeling like I could make whooppie with even a plumpy chic. The Company is growing piece by peace. The radio station is on the grid, and the shop remains in construction. Covid-19 and all didn't help much, but I'm smelling green and for once it's not a pyle of manure. 
The shop and op, is straight forward customs and street chiq.. We needed a new gig, and after long thinking, SpeedWrench Toewing & Garage is in my mind the sweetest handle to reignite the candles here. 
In a lot of ways it'll be same shit different day. With that said, I'm spelling something new, and while it removes me a bit from my inner comfort zone, the way to success, is not to sit on your complacency. Just because some things work by just sitting on them like a hen on a egg, something's hatch better if you turn up the heat.
The day that SpeedWrench was envisioned was a day when my ride suffered a serious malfunction. Bro , Claressa, and I were waiting at the then Sears Automotive shop, and laying back on the grass, I saw a parts delivery truck from then Ace Hansen Chevy here in Twin Falls. On it was the common Mr. GoodWrench. Fine I thought but waiting is not a comforting thing. You want prompt quality service at a price that wont make you sell the farm. After fiddling with some themes on all of it, I thought trucks in Deere Green/yellow, (hadn't been done before) and in 1984 SpeedWrench Toewing launched. The shop a bit later. Of course, SpeedWrench Toewing, got put on hold during the Hazzard County Garage days, until I conceived the concept of making SpeedWrench Toewing, part of the Hazzard County Garage. In 1990 from a bit of humor, by one of the Knytes, Tommy said Customized by Cooter. Some re-engineering the name, Cooter's Kustmz, with SpeedWrench Toewing was launched in Murray Utah. Ever since the SpeedWrench Toewing, has been operational in both Murray Utah, ran by Tommy, that was until now. While remaining based in Murray, the plan is to sub- that to Twin Falls, Idaho. The Wolf , becomes Dr. Speed, on a show online on our network. More over in a way, extending SpeedWrench Toewing into the stratosphere. 
L8R

Every driver and cop, should be required to ride with a tow truck operator for just one day

Just about everyone, and especially drivers ed students, should be required to ride with a tow truck operator for just one day. Especially cops and government leaders who enact laws against really idiotic drivers. Now I'm not talking about those few times when one us runs a stop light, because we thought it was green, I'm talking everyone fro 16 to 80 who gets behind the wheel, just to see how really unintelligent some drivers really are. I've always said for the elderly, to have someone drive them around to medical and other appointments. If those senior citizens who are far from stupid, just a bit rusty on driving skills, be required, to take a skills test at every drivers license renewal. 
I came so close to clobbering several drivers Thursday, that I'll be Farmer Brown, if I didn't cuss a few. Sheesh. Drive it, don't herd it, must be that herd mentality we heard so much through this Covid-19 scare. 
Okay then; This subject comes around worse than a few bad hot dogs on race day.
I've always wondered, why there could be and I'd volunteer to be part of it. But why can't the record be set in the Guiness book of World records for and of a man(me) kissing a woman's feet and or toes in nylons? It's never been done. Additionally, to see just how long this defeet, could be done before a guys gag reflex cut in. Could you be smotheredin this way? 
A ton of years now just before I got my full time Drivers License, for a few misadjusted minds had it to where I had to attend Twin Falls High School. In so doing I had to reside, with this Prudential Insurance sales-guy, whom Dad and Mom knew really well. One Sunday right after their church services, most of which I didn't understand, when we got home, I made some inroads to finding out what it would be like to be cut off from all other air intake, except through several cupped feet and toes in nylons. Two daughters, A wife, and one other young Miss, were the contributors to this fully scientific experiment. They did the feet, toes, sat on my face, crotch laid on my face everything. This was not a thing of any kind of sexual gratification. This was a scientific experiment. Of course when the old man came home, it was a get the f, out and that ended that. However, the search for someone to pull this off with me, goes on. Now this has some commercial, promotional value. Somewhere, hell it could even be me, but some grand dragin wagon master, decided to pronounce the word TOW as TOE as it should be. Without going into a long turn of history here, I thought doing a Cinderella smooch, with LexiBelle in the background would be just that one thing that tipped the scales in our favor to generating more tow calls. Somewhere in the mix, someone said why not make this something that could be done, and yet generate some donation cash to a charity, like St. Jude's, Hospital, or the Shiner's. Have say a place like a shopping mall's stores and patrons, pledge some chump change, for each minute or hour I could continually smooch a honey's paws in nylons. I saw several other things like this done, like people keeping their hands on a car, people pledge cash for how long these people, could keep their hands on the car which, at the termination, would win the exact same car. Yet when it comes to a lady's paws, seems as though the attitude changes. It's not the same after all as aggressive as, laping up the goo, between her legs, or to slurp the results of overnight lactation. Nope, just the feet/toes in nylons. Why is this such a difficult concept? 
L8R Taters