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Breaking: Trump Commits A Crime! Caught Red Handed

He seriously should be peached for this.


Bmans Bits: DIY Cat Bed

A while ago I gave some simple instructions on How to make a DIY Cat fun house. This is a similar post for those who are of the self sufficient behavior types. Your cat will be somewhat grateful for your efforts possibly.

Cost: About $11.98, although it may be cheaper depending on local retailer.

Materials needed:
1. 12 pack of Pabst Blue Ribbon Beer (12oz cans for this project, although 16oz cans would be preferred, but I haven’t ever seen a 12 pack 16oz box, so you may as well just get a case of 24-16oz beers. But for this project, I will only be showing the standard 12oz 12 pack.)

2. Empty said box of beer

3. 3 to 11 pieces of duct tape

4. A small kitten named Sushi, or a name of your choice

5. BAC of .14 or higher, preferably higher.


1. Consume the refreshing product of PBR beer.

2. ???

3. Build the cat bed.

Estimated time to complete: 4 hours if no distractions

She likes it! Hey Sushi!


Congressional Baseball Game Live!

Who’s going to get spiked in the nuts first?


Wonder Woman Then and Now

Who’s hotter? By the way, Gal Gadot, the current WW is an Israeli and pro IDF. I can already smell the backlash coming from the leftist pukes from Hollywood.

Wonder Woman Lynda Carter 1981


Wonder Woman Gal Gadot 2017


Summer Begins!

Well, not exactly. By the calendar, it starts on June 21st. Traditionally, Memorial Day weekend. Well, that’s how it is up here in the Frozen Tundra anyway. We need to stretch out Summer for as long as possible.

Now that Summer has arrived, it reminds me that we haven’t had a good beer discussion for quite sometime. As some of the readers here know that I have casually mentioned the fact that I like to drink beer. I mean, who doesn’t? It’s God’s gift to show he loves us, to coin a phrase. So, what are your favorite beers? I’ll start:

1. 16oz Pabst Blue Ribbon
2. 12oz Pabst Blue Ribbon
3. Pabst Blue Ribbon in a bottle
4. Pabst Blue Ribbon in a glass
5. Pabst Blue Ribbon poured in my hand
6. Rainier Beer
7. Pabst Blue Ribbon from a sprinkler head


White People Should Only Make White People Food

So, here’s the gist…

Two gals go down to Mexico. While they were there, they became very interested in making homemade tortillas. They went around asking the tortilla makers tips and so forth on how to make them. When they came back to there home in Portland, Oregon, they decided to start a pop-up burrito truck business featuring their homemade tortillas. Sounds sweet, huh? Things were going fine until one day, some insufferable asshole complained that the girls burrito business featuring homemade tortillas was a cultural appropriation problem. You see, the two girls were white.

More insufferable assholes got wind of what these white girls were doing, accusing them of stealing recipes and taking the livelihood away from “brown people.” As for the burrito business? It is closed because of the ongoing pressure from insufferable assholes. These insufferable assholes call the closure of this business a “victory”.


You know what bothers me the most about all of this? Is that these insufferable assholes would most likely AGREE WITH ME in my core belief that eating with chopsticks in non-Asian countries is wrong. Of course, I don’t see it as some cultural appropriation bullshit, but still. I just…I just don’t know who I am anymore…..

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Gianforte Wins Montana Special Congressional Election

You can see the results here.

He apologized for the incident with the reporter during his victory speech.


Trump Arrives In Saudi Arabia


My Attempt At Creating A Meme…


Welcome Our Newest Revoista…..


Yes, I just posted pictures of my new cat. I really did.


Colorado Cop Shoots Armed Idiot

Rollick in dimwitted contests, acquire doltish accolades…


She Was Supposed To Be A Saint

May 18, 1980…

I just turned the tender age of 7, living about 200 miles north. I remember the ash. It was finer than flour.

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Edmonton Oiler Fans Sing Star Spangled Banner

I was watching this on TV at home when this happened. Talk about class. Some readers here may have noticed in my past comments and such, that I have dished out a lot of shit towards Canada and Canadians in general. After witnessing this last night, I feel a little ashamed.

How about that! And here we have in the U.S., million dollar paid athletes who decide to kneel on the sidelines during the National Anthem. From where the sun now stands, I will ridicule Canada no more forever.


Three’s Company

Come and knock on our door… (Come and knock on our door)
We’ve been waiting for you…. (We’ve been waiting for you)
Where the kisses are hers and hers and his,
Three’s company too.

A married couple with three children are filing for divorce so their shared girlfriend won’t feel left out.

Cristina and Benno Kaiser have been married 12 years and are in an open relationship with 21-year-old Sierra Kuntz. By divorcing and one of them then marrying Kuntz, they plan to give her legal rights to the children.

Why do they need to get divorced first? Not sure why polygamy isn’t a right protected by the Constitution. We were told Love is love. We were told If you love someone, then it is your right to marry that person. Government shouldn’t be able to tell you who you can and cannot love. Polygamy is a basic civil right. It would be a victory for their children, families would be recognized as equal to any other. It would be a victory for the allies and friends and supporters who spent years, even decades, working and praying for change to come.

If love is love, then a ruling making polygamy Constitutional would be a victory for America. The decision would affirm what millions of Americans already believe in their hearts: when all Americans are treated as equal we are all more free. All Americans are entitled to the equal protection of the law. All people should be treated equally, regardless of who they are or who they love. Why do Americans still face legal discrimination simply for who, or how many, they love?



My New Beer

Even the casual reader will know that from my pabst past posts that I’ve mentioned that I like to drink beer. Well this here post is more to the point. Roll out a barrel and lend me an ear.

I like beer.

Having said that, the more in-tuned reader will know that when I do drink beer, I prefer an Ice cold, refreshing, 7-pack of Pabst Blue Ribbon. I’ve drank it for years. Oh sure, I’ve had other beers and I’m not one of those hard core douches that bitches when, for some reason or another, a random watering hole doesn’t serve it. If that’s the case, I usually change my mind and show my passive-aggressive side by just ordering a grasshopper, (only bartenders will get that joke), to show my disgust of such a hellhole establishment. For the record, I’ve never had a grasshopper served to me. When local patrons get word what I ordered, I’m asked to leave. That’s how it is up here in the frozen tundra.

Recently I’ve switched beers. Yep. I mentioned my “coming out party”, if you will, on one of MadBrads great weekend movie posts. I have received some guff from some of the more prominent fans of this blog for drinking the delicious 12oz’s of Pabst. I was even accused of being a “hipster” by a guy who uses chopsticks to eat food with and takes pictures of birds. Anywho, I know you were all on pins and needles waiting to know my switch. Heck, I even heard a rumor there was money being exchanged on betting what beer I would move to. Those days of refreshing, ice cold 12oz cans or bottles of Pabst Blue Ribbon are behind me. I’ve moved on. People move on. If I’ve learned anything in life is that the only constant in life is change. Heck, if you can name a song-artist, chances are they sang a song about change.

Bob Dylan- I Feel A Change Comin’ On
Pam Tillis- Life Sure Has Changed Around Us
Judas Priest- Victim of Changes
Eric Clapton- Change the World
Ray Charles- Don’t Change On Me

Well, you get the idea. Change happens. Change is the one constant in life. Summer always changes into fall. Winter always changes into spring. Bman changes beer. Everything changes. Everything changes.

Well, with out further dudes, I present my new beer.
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Leftist Derangement Syndrome

She then pointed to the doll and asked Sophia if she picked it out for a friend.

Sophia continued to stare blankly and I let the cashier know that she was a prize for Sophia being fully potty trained.

The woman gave me a puzzled look and turned to Sophia and asked, “Are you sure this is the doll you want, honey?”

Sophia finally found her voice and said, “Yes, please!”

The cashier replied, “But she doesn’t look like you.
We have lots of other dolls that look more like you.”

What are the chances that this story truly happened? Nil I say. Through social media, leftist retards are making up imaginary tales that fit their narrative. Their victimhood status doesn’t actually exist, so they must manufacture yarns to receive approval from other retards and credibility to be part of the Leftist cult. These people are such losers, that they can’t stand up on their own two feet. They must be part of a larger group to survive. This is why Leftists look at individuality as a danger. Individuality means breaking off from the heard and thinking and acting on your own. That is a threat to Leftist turds. These morons truly are deranged.



Chuck Barris Gonged At 87

Chuck Barris, whose game show empire included “The Dating Game,” ”The Newlywed Game” and that infamous factory of cheese, “The Gong Show,” has died. He was 87.

Barris died of natural causes Tuesday afternoon at his home in Palisades, New York, according to publicist Paul Shefrin, who announced the death on behalf of Barris’ family.

I know him best as the host of The Gong Show. Take it away Gene, Gene, the Dancing Machine. Dance for Chuck.

Huh. This is the second Chuck we’ve lost in the past few days. Godspeed Chucks.


Hillary Supporter Savagely Beats Elderly Talk Show Host

Firebrand conservative radio host and adamant President Trump supporter Michael Savage was attacked and pushed to the ground by a man as he left a restaurant in Marin County, his attorney said Wednesday.

An attorney for the 75-year-old Savage questioned whether his client was targeted for his outspoken political beliefs and his backing of Trump, who has said he wouldn’t have won the election without Savage and his millions of listeners.

Savage had just finished dining at Servino Ristorante on Main Street in Tiburon when a man, whom he did not know, approached him in the parking lot around 8 p.m. Tuesday, said Savage’s attorney, Daniel Horowitz.

The man, believed to be about 50 years old and over 6 feet tall, began yelling at Savage, calling him “weenie” and “Weiner,” an apparent reference to Savage’s legal last name, Weiner, Horowitz said.

Whenever you see some goon in the news commit a heinous crime, the media is quick to mention that he/she is a Trump supporter if they indeed are. They find it a critical part of the story. But why would that matter? One would think that the media may have some kind of agenda or something.



A Nepalese Presidents Day Celebration

I own a duplex and rent the other half out. It cuts my mortgage in half. It’s a good deal for me when I have good renters. I’ve had pretty good luck with renters in the past, knock on wood…except for a dipshit named Grant, who was the biggest piece of shit ever born and still owes me $575. That was a few years ago though. But oh well. Ya win some, ya lose some. Because of my experience with shithead Grant, I decided from then on out to go through a property management company for tenant placement. It costs a few bucks but they deal with all of the bullshit with screening potential tenants. It is in the best interest of the property management co. to screen applicants thoroughly so they get my business again. They make sure to do an income check and background/credit checks and so forth. They screen out the deadbeats, so to speak.

For over 2 years now, I’ve had a dude from Nepal living in my rental. He’s a refugee. Young kid, about 28 years old or so. For some reason where I live in the Frozen Tundra of NoDak, we have a lot of refugees. From Nepal, Bhutan, Somalia, Liberia, and so forth, they are living here. Through my renter, I’ve met many people from Nepal. I’ve always been invited when he has people over for beers and food. I almost always attend because they have beer. I bring some too, but for some reason most aren’t interested in PBR. Weird. Anywho, to cut it short, these people are more American than many people I know who were born here. They are all employed. They don’t seek handouts. They are extremely grateful for being here. They are proud to consider themselves as U.S. Citizens. They are individuals. They seek freedom. They want liberty. They want the pursuit of happiness. Even though some of the people I’ve met have only been here a short time, I was told by them in their broken and hard to understand English, that they love this country. My only response to them, as in the words of Red Skelton, that they are citizens and this country is just as much theirs as it is mine. Honestly, this country could use a few more Nepalese people from what I’ve experienced.

The picture above was a pot of money from about 8 Nepalese in my rental, gambling while playing cards. They found it humorous that I took a picture of presidents on Presidents Day. I did have to explain to them that Hamilton wasn’t a president.

I guess my whole point to this half-assed post, is it makes me feel proud when people come to this country and love it, and want to be American. That’s what I experience from the Nepalese refugee people I’ve met. They have the spirit of what it is to me an American.


What A Day For A Bonspiel

This past weekend I participated in the 24th Annual Forest River (North Dakota) Bonspiel. Good times. A Bonspiel is a curing tournament, in which this particular one had 48 teams from all over the region. There were teams from Cana-duh, Minnesota, and of course North Dakota. There was a camper in the parking lot with California license plates who made the drive all the way from the west coast. Guess it’s hard to find a bonspiel there, which doesn’t surprise me. Libtards don’t like curling anyway. That reminds me, I should probably explain the sport of curling to our occasional libtard passerby; Curling is part sport, part party and a cross between shuffleboard, bowling, and New Year’s Eve. It is self regulated, meaning there are no referees or judges. It requires honesty, integrity, and good sportsmanship. Huh, no wonder libtards don’t care for the sport…and I have to tell you, there wasn’t a single libtard within 50 miles of Forest River that weekend I can tell you. As a matter of fact, there never is. It’s a nice place to be.

Bonspiels demand that everyone has a good time. It is impossible not to. With lite hearts, high spirits, and loads of beer, it’s something you don’t ever want to end. The only way I can describe the joy one feels during the tournament, is to picture yourself standing at the pearly gates of the Pabst Blue Ribbon factory, and watching those gates slowly open…just for you.

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Valentine’s Day Around The World

From Israel-

If you take a date to BK on Valentime’s Day, it is sure to be your last. In that case, BK should throw in a complimentary container of Gold Bond hand lotion for the newly single guys.

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RIP Hannah 1998-2017

She was a good cat.

Remember me always, but do not grieve for me too long.
I have tried always to comfort you in time of sorrow,
and have made every effort to add joy to your life. I
never wanted to cause you pain.

Peace for me is certain now, and I suspect I will have
eternal sleep in the earth I loved so well.

Please, after your period of grieving for me, make
room in your heart for another. You are the kind of
human being that should always have a friend like me
to love. Your kind and gentle heart should not be
wasted on my memory for too long. Give your love to
another. I know your new friend will never take my
place, because we had something very special.

You loved me very much and I loved you. My spirit will
always be with you, and no matter how deep my sleep,
my grateful heart will always be purring for you.


Merry New Year Revoistas!!

Party like its 1967! This is for Brad. I know he loves this kind of stuff. I posted this last year at this time and thought I needed to bring it back. Happy New Year Revoistas!
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Merry New Year!!!

Have one!

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