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CHATEAU CATFISH

I had a great time at Catfish's. Killer piece of property, very nice house. Cat and Miss Nancy were most gracious hosts.

Acidman gave me a Mason jar of extremely good blackberry brandy. The next time he says he comes from a long line of hillbilly moonshiners, believe him.

We popped a few rounds at the range, and I swear I couldn't hit shit with The Bride's snub-nosed airweight. That is a poke in the belly and pull gun, although Rob seemed to have no problem with the Ladysmith snub-nosed. Did better with Rob's Ruger Blackhawk .357. I'm like a woman, I reckon. I need at least six inches before I can do anything with it.

Dana and her hubby Brian were there, of course. Sweet couple, very nice people. It must have been a helluva weekend for them. I tried to explain that we were from the Night of the Living Dead branch of the blogfamily tree, that there are normal folk out there. I hope they understood.

Always nice to see Recondo32 and Georgia. Georgia and A-Man have communications problems. Typical conversation:

Rob: And so, here I am with a headful of Quaalude...

Georgia: I had some of those!...

Rob: Will you shut up?

Georgia: Don't pay any attention. He's like that...

Rob: And so, here I am with a headful of Quaalude...

Anyways, a great time. I unfortunately had to leave Saturday night, being in day four of a bout of Anus Vesuvius, and not wanting to be the one to break in Cat's guest bed (I am happy to report I am now a solid citizen again, however).
I'm told the party got better, but at least I was able to enjoy the formal portion of the evening, after dinner (you know, the brandy and cigar portion of the evening), when Cat emerged from the bedroom wearing a T shirt and boxers, and proceeded to scratch the tick bites on his nipples, and tell me about a girl he once dated that had so much blonde hair on her ass you had to part it, and titties so perky you could pick your teeth with them.

Aye, a great time. I can't wait to return. Maybe this weekend.