The Cannibal Sandwich.
The Cannibal sandwich is a sandwich of very fresh raw ground or minced beef and your favorite fixin’s. An amazing sandwich not intended for the inherently weak or easily squeamish. This sandwich tests not only your meat quality, but the strength of your gut bacterium. Now don’t let the word cannibal (a person who eats the flesh of other humans) scare you away so quickly. The way cannibal is used in the title of this sandwich; is to make the consumer aware of the fact that the beef between their bread is completely raw, and that there are risks to devouring this delicious masterpiece. This sandwich is a popular delicacy in Wisconsin generally served at weddings and football parties. Over the past forty years or so, only a few times has there been any kind of out breaks of meat born illness of sorts. They are localized to just a single shop that didn’t handle the meat properly, and got some unfortunate people sick. Restaurants used to serve smaller cannibal sandwiches, more like sliders, on the regular. With employee values and pride ever decreasing, many companies have chosen that the risk of hurting a patron out weighs the value of the sandwich sale. Insurance companies frown on raw beef even with consumer warning labels. With the CDC warning of all the bad things that could happen to a person who consumes raw beef, there has been a movement away from eating raw and under cooked foods. I don’t disagree with the government when it comes to a person being cautious with their health. If you ever choose to live on the edge or just want to enjoy a more Paleolithic diet, you must know your butcher, and where your meet comes from. I would go as far as to say you really should invest in your very own meat grinder that is easily disassembled and cleaned. Go to your favorite butcher and ask about the fresher meat selections and pick a cut of meat that you like the look of. Take that cut home and while it is still cold rinse is very thoroughly with cool water so you don’t heat the meat’s temperature to much. Pat it dry and begin to grind; I believe this would and will reduce most all of the risk you take while enjoying this delicacy. If this is going to be just a one time thing, maybe first find a well known butcher in your area and find out when meat deliveries are and how fresh and lean can he get your meat. If you explain what your plans are to the butcher; there is a better chance that he will use caution with your beef, and your chances of getting sick from a food bourn illness will go down. Still with the freshly ground beef make sure it is eaten as quickly as possible with out ruining your experience. So don’t drive an hour to the butcher, try to keep it to a five minute radius as to preserve the meats exposure to risk. There are many recipes online on how to make the actual sandwich but not many go into detail on how to handle the meat up to the consumption. I hope the above helps a little with prepping.
Now my sandwich was kept simple and boy was it tasty.
-6oz fresh ground beef
-2 pieces sour dough bread
-Sliced smoked cheese
-Spicy mustard to taste
-Black pepper to taste
-Salt to taste
My first bite was a bit of a shock to my mouth. Why? Because of a life time of being told that if I ate raw meat I would die a horrible and painful death. As my teeth sank into the aromatic sour dough bread, I could feel its fluffiness resist only ever so slightly. My teeth cut through the bread and began their decent into the raw meat and smoked cheese; this is where my scenes started screaming “this shit is to soft, spit it out now!” I continued my bite until a good chunk of raw meat, cheese and bread rested on my tongue. I started to chew and if you look just right at my facial expressions in the video, you will see what looks like a sign of relief, joy, pleasure, or just a plain happy look. That was because once I started the mastication process my body was relieved that I wasn’t going to puke. By the time I swallowed the first bite I was ready for more. I finished the sandwich of camera and really enjoyed every bite.
Some people like raw onions on theirs, and I will be trying it that way soon. I will most likely mince the onion and mix into the meat so that it is evenly distributed.
The first time I ate the infamous Cannibal Sandwich, I felt great the next few day; I was energetic and felt motivated to do more than was usual for me. That feeling gave way to a lasting motivation even after the meat and its benefits cleared my system. My bowel movements where something that stirred up some “What have I done thoughts” I am regular to about twice a day depending on how much I eat and drink from sun up to sun down and about the three movements after the meat started leaving my body there was noticeable difference in color, texture and mostly smell. The color was much more pale than usual and the texture not as “clumped rabbit” looking; the stench was most comparable to three day old road kill found on a Pasco county road in the middle of August. I know this is a bit much for most, but if you are new to this you should know a little of what to expect on top of what the CDC tells you. Now if you can already clear a house there may be no difference for you, I eat a lot of greens and food doesn’t stay with me long. I think that helps with the stank of it all.
A few months after making the video, I had another smaller Cannibal Sandwich and then after that I enjoyed a taco with raw beef and the normal toppings for that dish. Since then I have expanded my raw diet to enjoying raw fish. (I hated all fish until a friend convinced me that I was truly missing out on a great thing.) Raw fish isn’t as hard on the system as beef and the bathroom trips aren’t so toxic smelling.
I say try it once at least, but make sure you know who you are getting your meat from.
Enjoy
From the S4
Well I have finally got a new phone that may have the abilities to bring my blogging back to a norm.
This one will be quick.
I was talking with a coworker the other day and he told me about a sandwich that I had never heard of nor did I believe could exist. This sandwich has the potential to scare the crap out of doctors and gross out the masses. According to my coworker you can still find this sandwich at some restaurants. They are just cracker size though. As he explained the workings of this manly meal l lissened with such inspiration I just wanted try it right then. I did some research to make sure he wasn’t messing with me, ( via you tube) and sure enough there were videos to colaborate his story. When I got up the next morning I told my lovely wife about what l had heard and that it was what I wanted for lunch. Oddly enough to me she was totally fine with my idea. I planned out a grociery list consisting of simple ingredients. At lunch time the kids and Sarah were fed and then we headed off to Publix to fulfill my lunch order. When we got there I was off to the butcher for that perfect cut of meet. ( I guess I can’t keep the name secret any longer)
Butcher: How can I help you?
Me: l need a pretty good cut of meet for a sandwich I want to try today; It’s called The Canabil sandwich. The meat needs to be tender, lean and ground.
Butcher: So your doing like a tar tar then?
Me: Yes I am.
So he ground me up a nice piece of London broil. To which I rushed home to enjoy completely raw; spread between two pieces of fresh baked sour dough topped with spicy mustard, smoked gouda, salt & pepper.
the video shows the best part.
As far as I’m I will be enjoying this more often.
Well I have to sleep now.
good night,
Trump
An old picture of the Trump
What the hell is that smell?
Okay so my peep Danielle found someone with a womb to rent. Congrats
So Friday and yesterday were rather fun. Gears of war 2 came out and my roomie Jeremy
got a copy, and well while he slept for work and was at work I played the hell out of it. Last night at around I think midnight, well I guess that would have been this morning. I do believe Gears of War 2 is just as bad ass as Gears of War. I can’t wait to get a copy of it so as that I can play it often and get all the achievements that it has well at least all that I can get. So anyone looking for a fun game to play I recommend getting both and playing the shit out of them.
Not only did I play lots of Gears of War on Friday I also tore my house apart looking for a dead rat, that’s right there has been more since my last rat update. Making it a total of six caught and killed rats. Oh yeah back to the story. Early Friday morning I was sitting in the living room and Hailey was running around all crazy and once exhausted from running in circles; she plopped down on the love seat. Sam, Hailey’s mom and one of my roommates, came out to kid talk with Hailey and promptly let me know that my incredibly comfortable love seat smelled like death. I was like “No way, your crazy, my furniture is kept clean” and I just disregarded it, mainly cuz I couldn’t smell anything. I left the house for a few hours and when I got home I sat at the desktop in the living room, I then too smelled death. There was a breeze outside and all the windows were open, so I assumed that the smell must have been coming from outside. I walked outside sniffed deep and smell only fresh air. Back at the computer trying to check my mail, and once again I could smell it. I went back outside and put the trashcan lids on the trashcans thinking that maybe the last rat caught was starting to smell and some how that stank was making it inside. Minutes later back at the computer I could still smell death; I started to sniff deep from room to room, starting with Jackie’s old room, then Jeremy and Sam’s, the house bathroom, my room, the laundry room and the living room. My nose started to sting because the air Friday was dry and with all the sniffing my sinus’s started to dry up too. All the rooms smelled fine, but once again I sat down and could smell a dead animal. I didn’t want to think that my love seat in some way was a contributor to this rancid smell. I gave in, I hopped up and
sniffed the arm of the love seat; it smelled fine. I slid the toy box that is next to the seat, out of the way so as I could sniff under the couch. Well, I stunk like hell and my stomach thought so too, know that tossing out my couch was going to suck, I started to get back up off the floor; to sulk mainly, I looked up “well to my side, well I have no clue how to explain the angle” and there that SOB was dead and looking at me just inches from where my head was on the floor. I freaked, lol, took off out the front door so that if I threw up it would be outside. After I composed myself I went in to wake Jeremy and have him toss the Dead rat in the trash.
Well for a school update, I’m almost done now. We have sixteen class days left, oh man I can’t believe this. So close yet so far away. I don’t have much else to say about school for now but maybe later, well I should be studying right now but I really don’t feel like it.
Hey Nick, where is my belt?
Well I guess its time to start studying again. I told my rat story and that was all I really wanted to write about.
Trump
Sara Palin at Sims Park!
5am this morning I awoke to a normal sound that I hear everyday; the alarm clock. Well today it was going off an hour early and on a Saturday. There was a special reason for it today though; Sara Palin was in my town. New Port Richey was grateful to see our future 
VP, as was I, Sims Park was were she was to do her speech at, and around 9am; the gates opened 6am and I was there at 5:45am. It was still dark when I left me quiet little house, there was still a chill in the air since the sun wasn’t up yet to blanket us with its warmth. I wanted to get to Sims Park earlier than six because I knew there would be a line. I was right too; I got to the Park a little before 5:45 and got into line which had already accumulated close to a thousand people well 
maybe not that many. As I stood waiting in line I was talking to Sandy on the cell phone, my only friend that woke up early enough to go, and one of the volunteers’ came up to me with a stern look on her face like I had done something terribly wrong; I looked back at her the same. She then told me that neither my camera bag nor my coffee was allowed inside; DAMNIT I’m losing my spot was all I could think about. I pissed and moaned all the way back to the car warning others of these rules along the way and telling Sandy how much it blew that I lost my spot. When I 
got back into line there were probably five hundred more people in line. Sandy soon caught up to me as the line began to move, marking the time six a.m. She had in hand three shirts all saying the same thing McCain- Palin, she promptly handed me one, walking through line thanking her along the way I put on the shirt while trying to hold my camera now bagless. Again a volunteer came up to me with a look of disgust saying “hey you need to turn your camera on so that they know it works up at the gate” I like a smart ass said 
“I don’t carry camera’s that don’t work thank you” the line kept moving. Once inside Sandy and I quickly found our spots as close to the front of the field as possible, in hopes of maybe shaking Sara’s hand. Now that we were situated we started the long wait for Palin to arrive, three hours to be exact. Sims Park quickly filled itself to the max; there was still a nice chill in the air taking its time warming up, and no one around us stunk. 
Time didn’t go by slow like you would think three hours of standing would, it seemed like when some guy named Legg I think got up on stage it had only been maybe an hour. Other political people stood and gave their little speech’s trying to energize the crowd, but no one wanted to here them, we all were waiting patently for the main event; Palin. There secret service started filling up all the empty areas of the stage, there were many of them swarmed though out the park, warding off any idiots that may have thought they could get away with something. I could see from where I was standing a Sheriff’s speed boat in the river behind the fabricated stage. I think we 
were pretty well protected there. Lol maybe not though who knows. Every one by this time had their palm palms, premade signs provided by the volunteers, and cameras in hand waiting ever so patently for Sara. Well she arrived, not on time at all, but twenty minutes late. It’s okay though. She started to speak and the crowd went wild, even Sandy standing next to me, a Democrat I might add, joined in on the loud cheers of the way to early to be yelling morning. Sara spoke confidently, and reassuringly; she gave the crowed hope that there will be someone better in office than Nobama. More of what she said than not seemed to be one-liners to get 
the crowed cheering, it was fine with me; I was getting pictures and was still cool from the morning air. I know who I’m voting for so I didn’t really need to hear her speak; I did though want to show my support by being there. I enjoyed her speech though a little short, probably to not lose any ones attention, she was gone in no time. Before leaving though she did walk down bye the front row of people and signed her autograph for a few lucky people, I wish I were one but my camera bag make sure I wasn’t leaving with a signature. 
Within minutes it seemed of her leaving, so did the crowds, leaving behind only their trash in the grass. There were few minglers left after a half hour of her departure and soon I was gone to, leaving New Port Richey’s Sims Park empty except for the cleanup crew making sure the park went back to normal; Calvary Chapel planned a festival for latter today, so it wouldn’t belong before the park was filled again though. Peace.
Mike
I’m a 100 proof sure I wasn’t home
Well it’s ten on this fine, cold, Sunday night. And I just have a few things to write about. 
Yesterday I spent the evening at my parents and got to see my Nana play the Wii for the first time, her first time. She wasn’t very good at it, though it was also her first time ever playing any video game. My step dad won at bowling “the game they played for the night” He is pretty good at it I guess, my sister played along with them too, my Nana, Mom, and Rich, it’s a good thing that Nintendo put lanyards and their controllers because my sister has a wild bowling Wii arm. Lol my mama is really good at the bowling game too, I didn’t play because I just wanted to watch my Nana play and help her if she needed it, “no offence mama you’re not a good Wii game controller teacher person.” Even though my Nana struggled with the game a little she still scored in the hundreds witch in my book isn’t half bad. I still score in the thirties even with the game and not the real thing. It was nice hanging out with most of the family though. My little sister punked me while I was there too. She wiped this essential oil crap on me that smelled like a flower garden. It wouldn’t have been so bad if it wasn’t so strong, that even after showering I smelled and now my towel smell of it. Thanks Heather! Lol. My Nana like always found my corn rows very amusing. I’m still trying to broaden her cultural horizons. I know she is only playing around though.
To bad I won’t have this long hair for much longer though. Supposedly hospitals won’t hire me if my hair is long; only cuz old people “the large part of the clientele” think it’s scary. So instead of the hospital playing an anti stereo typical role in the community they feed into the old people’s stereo typical beliefs. Or the staff is just as closed minded as the people they care for, either way I guess it has to go.
My little sister Heather thought she would be funny and make some faces at the camera and not think that I would put it online. Well Heater here it is… I hope you’re satisfied. lol
hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah
That’s for putting that smelly oil on me!
Sorry mom that your in the picture too:)
Children Learn What They Live
By Dorothy Law Nolte, Ph.D.
If children live with criticism, they learn to condemn.
If children live with hostility, they learn to fight.
If children live with fear, they learn to be apprehensive.
If children live with pity, they learn to feel sorry for themselves.
If children live with ridicule, they learn to feel shy.
If children live with jealousy, they learn to feel envy.
If children live with shame, they learn to feel guilty.
If children live with encouragement, they learn confidence.
If children live with tolerance, they learn patience.
If children live with praise, they learn appreciation.
If children live with acceptance, they learn to love.
If children live with approval, they learn to like themselves.
If children live with recognition, they learn it is good to have a goal.
If children live with sharing, they learn generosity.
If children live with honesty, they learn truthfulness.
If children live with fairness, they learn justice.
If children live with kindness and consideration, they learn respect.
If children live with security, they learn to have faith in themselves and in those about them.
If children live with friendliness, they learn the world is a nice place in which to live.
A friend sent this to me to take a look at and to see that there are people in the world who think the same way I do. Thanks friend. I think this should be posted on every wall in a child’s room so that the parents can always have this great information embedded into their head. Its sad that we live in a would that posters like this even need to be made. Its sad to even think that there are parents that will read this a laugh because they think its crap, Id love to punch ‘em in the face. Its also sad that I know parents who don’t follow any part of this thing. It’s a crying shame, it really is.
Well to happier thoughts.
I studied almost all weekend and still feel like I’m not ready for my test tomorrow and well I’m only going to score as high as I can remember. I’ll pass though. I always do. While studying this weekend I typed like four pages of New Time Roman 12 point notes and I don’t think much sunk in; I was top busy yelling at the computer for messing up my numbers and note orders.
So tonight I made meatloaf muffins, it’s a Rachel Ray recipe and I love it to death! And I love Rachel Ray too! I would so get her prego with twelve of my kids! just so she would have to keep me around for a whole lotta years and a wedding or two or three. Rachel Ray is the best cooking girl ever.
Oh my god I am freezing right now, hang on while I close a window….
Okay much better… well not really I’m still cold.
So three weeks ago I found out about a great new liquor, Captain Morgan 100 proof, holy 
crap is it good! There is no burning while it rolls down the esophagus and the after taste is very pleasant too. I have had the same bottle for these three weeks and a few people have drank form it too four people on a few different occasions. I do highly recommend Captain Morgan 100 proof, drink it straight, on ice, with an energy drink like a bomb, drink it any way you want; just drink it responsibly. Again it’s a great tasting rum. I’m thinking I may have a shot before bed, just for fun now that I’m thinking of it.
Okay people so you should really tell your friends to read my boring blog just so that they can have some entertainment in life too. If you like what I write tell others about it, let them like it too okay. Its like a reality TV show just in a blog form. Ya’ll can leave comments and questions and I can continue to write and have fun with my spare time.
Wellp I’m off to bed… no I’m off to have a shot then to bed…no I have to get my stuff together for school tomorrow then to bed
Have a good night and God bless
Mike and Nana
Without Nana there wouldn’t have been tonight’s blog, well it would have been really short.
Oh yeah… I love you Rachel Ray!
Get the rat outta here
Not much has been going on lately; just a lot of studying and trying to keep up with my school work. Eight more weeks or so of didactic schooling left then I’m working for free for six months.
Well the past month or so Lugg-nutt and I have been hearing some strange noises at night. At first I thought it was a cat outside and thought nothing of it until I found some of my food had been gotten into. I went out and got some little mouse traps and set them up around the house. They were tripped that night and nothing was in ‘em; after that there wasn’t any more noise for a while. I thought I had won and scared off the little guy. I was wrong. Just about a week ago one of Lugg-nutt’s bones disappeared. Lugg always gets a big bone because she chews right through them. I searched for the bone high and low and soon found it behind the washer and dryer. I moved the small traps back there hoping to maybe now catch the little terds. Still there was nothing, not even one trap got tripped. The other day, Steve and I went to The Home Depot and picked up the mother of all rat traps, a huge plastic trap that can be set over and over again with out ever getting your hands dirty. I set that one up behind the washer and dryer where I had found the bone and left it over night in hopes of having a present the next morning. I checked it around noon yesterday and well there was still nothing caught. I was starting to get just a little agitated. My roomie Jeremy suggested that maybe we try behind the refrigerator and see how that goes, “his refrigerator… there is some space behind it because that is where the hot water heater is.” So we pulled out his fridge and placed the trap by what looked like might be and entrance point for the rat. With in two hours we heard what sounded like a gun shot, and there was
one dead rat. We got the rat into a bag and tossed it; reset the trap just incase, and placed it back where we had removed it from. Again within two or three hours there was another load crack; I ran to see if I were lucky again. When I checked the trap it was empty, my buddy Jonny “who had just recently showed up” was a little disappointed that he didn’t get to see my little pest. With the trap reset again I waited in hopes of victory. I laid on the couch watching TV and like a gun going off right outside the house I knew I had got this one. With a fast sprint to the kitchen I 
made it in time to see the nerves still twitching, “just a little gross.” I cleaned out the trap and placed it back by the rat hole. About seven this morning Jeremy had just gotten home and heard the trap go off again. Lugg-nutt woke me up because she was running around the room trying to get into the wall to see what was there. I stayed in bed for a little longer and when I got up I asked Jeremy if the trap got anything this morning, he frowned and said no luck. So now there is at least one more lurking in my walls, and once he gets a little hungry that peanut butter trap will succeed again in victory. Don’t get me wrong now, I can’t stand to kill another living creature but I don’t mind taking care of intruders. So don’t nobody think I’m some kind of weird animal killer, I wrote this to tell about my pests, and not to boast about killing.
Well I told my friend Sandy about these critters in my house and how I had taken care of them. Well she found a opportunity to play a nice little prank on me. This morning I went outside to let out Lugg and found that Sandy had left a coffin like box with a cross on it 
saying rest in peace randy the rat, “I never gave the thing a name.” I brought it inside and when I went to check my mail there was a flyer attached to the mail box. This flyer read “LOST RAT” it had a picture of a rat and said we had missed out pet rat Randy. Lol. As it turns out Sandy has placed these flyers around New Port Richey just for fun so when I’m out for a drive I’ll be reminded of the little pests that have tried to cohabitate with me. Oh yeah she got a flat tire while hanging the flyers, HAHAHAHA. Lol. Well I guess I’ll stop writing for now.
Peace
Michael the rat killer Trump
Sore from laughing!!
Hey hey hey everyone; so I have a great new funny story for ya’ll. So last night I went to my mom and step dad’s for some drinks and to play the Wii, which by the way was really fun and I recommend one for everyone. That’s not the funny story though, the funny story 
started on my way home from my mom and step dad’s. as I turned on to my street at around three in the morning, I saw with my tiered eyes what had looked like a body in the grass, and dangerously close to the road; so close in fact that part of his hand was actually in the street. I continued down the street to my house and called the New Port Richey Police to let them know that there may be someone in trouble at the end of my street. After about five minutes of waiting, I decided to head on down to the body and see if there were any sounds coming from it. I didn’t want to get to close just incase it was dead; so once I could hear it snoring I turned back toward my house and called the New Port Richey Police again, just to remind them that there could be someone in need of help. After I hung up, I thought it would be a good idea to go to the house and get my camera, Panasonic Lumix with a 12x zoom, just so I had a pic of this strange ass person sleeping in the grass. The cop finally showed up by the time I got back up the incapacitated body. The cop pulled up to the body that I was pointing at, and he shined his flood light down from the car on to the sleeping person. The officer got out of his car, walked up to the person, and then shined his super bright flashlight in the person’s eyes. There was no response to either of the super bright lights. Like any normal person would do in the same situation; the cop kicked the guy, not so hard that it would hurt but just hard enough that if there were cognitive abilities in the guys head he would have woken up. I guess it was more of a gentle nudge with the foot. The guy didn’t move, he was still snoring and so I then asked, “Hey can I take a picture, cuz this shit is funny.” The cop laughed and then agreed, he stepped back to make sure that he wasn’t in the picture. After I took the picture I could then tell that this was no grown adult sleeping in the grass, it was a kid. As it turns out, this kid was like four houses away from his own. Another cop showed up soon there after and both cops tried to wake this kid. The kid was out like a light, and the police called in to their head quarters saying they may need an ambulance. After about five minutes or so of both officers trying to wake the unconscious kid they finally got a response; the kid popped up and asked where he was, and the cops told him and quickly asked him for his name and address. The drunk promptly told them; the cops busted into laughter when they found out he was four houses away from home. One of the cops walked down to the kid’s house and got his parents. In the meantime, like any drunk does, the kid started rambling on and on about 
anything that came to thought. The cop who stayed to baby sit and I where highly entertained by this babbling fool. The other cop soon returned with the boy’s parents and that is where I left. I went home laughing all the way and promptly passed out since it was now four in the morning, so yes I watched the cops try to wake a drunken kid for like and hour. That was my funny night, and if you have never witnessed someone trying to wake a drunken person then you need to get out more!
Well my plans for today are to fold some laundry, study a little bit and read my new book Flush, which closely resembles my story from when I worked at Sun Cruz Casino Port Richey. Everyone should pick up a copy of it as soon as they can only because it is a great story and I think ya’ll will like it.
Well I think I have written enough and am going to get going now
Sore cheek muscles from laughing, Michael is out.
The burning Towel?
So yesterday on my way to school was almost a disaster, partly because I took a different way to school. I have to go to Office Depot to get my argumentative paper printed since I no longer have a printer at home. After I left Office Depot I started down us19 like normal, except I was way north of where I normally get onto 19; I was also driving a little faster than normal, but I was staying right with traffic and only passing people in the slow lane and no one else. As I came up on Main street I saw them both, a Mustang “the exact same color as the Lincoln” flying past me like I was standing still and a cop in one of the Charger things; the cop pulled out and I was like boy that guy is screwed. It took a few seconds for the cop to make his way threw traffic; once he did to my surprise, he got behind me; the bastard! I could not believe that he was behind me; we were at the Main street light and when I turned green his lights came on. I was pissed; so pissed the I was picked from the crowd, and now I’m going to be late for school. From the center lane where I was; I maneuvered my way to the slow lane and then into the little parking lot of a pawn shop just south of Main. I put my land yacht into park shut it off and put the keys on the dashboard. While doing those few things and scrambling for my license and registration, I could smell some terrible smelling smoke. At first I thought just my luck the car is on fire; I looked at the hood to see if any smoke was coming out from under it, and there wasn’t any; I looked in the mirrors and out the windows for this rancid smelling smoke. To my left up against a telephone poll was the source; a burning towel or fabric of some sort. The cop seen it to and before coming to my window he walked over to the material and kicked it to the sidewalk, he then stomped on it a few times to snuff the fire. After a few seconds of putting out the fire he started to walk up to my car, and well he didn’t make it far; the towel lit up again and with more smoke this time. The officer stomped it some more; waited a few seconds and it lit right back up. I guess he had had enough, the man walked over to his car grabbed the fire extinguisher fiddled with the locking pin and then spayed the small but persistent fire. Well fire extinguishers put out fires don’t they? He came up to my window, apologized for the fire and taking so long, I nodded; handed him my paper work. He looked at me and said, “I pulled you over for doing sixty in a forty-five.” I wanted to say “bullshit the guy in the Mustang was doing seventy then!” but I kept my mouth shut. He started for his car and then it happened again; flames a foot high coming from this rag with more smoke than ever. Before the officer got into his car he sprayed the flames down with more stuff and a longer burst this time; then got in his car only for a minute and poof more fire more smoke. He got out of the car came up to mine and said “Slow down it would have been a $204 ticket, I’ll move my car” I was like thank God for the burning rag. As I backed up the towel was still burning a one of the fake fire trucks was crossing the median, I wasn’t about to wait for him to put out the fire I didn’t want the cop changing his mind about the ticket! I left as quickly and slowly as possible. So for like twenty minutes a rag burned and in turn saved me from a hefty ticket that at this time I could not afford. I am not saying any thing bad about the cops’ efforts on trying to put out the little fire that could. He tried and the fire just would not go out. I’m am so glad I got out of that ticket; oh yeah I was twenty minutes late for class. Until next time drive slow, no one wants a ticket!
Mike
Wait is that all you thought I was going to write; well your crazy, I got more to say!
Um…. Just a few more days until Jackie moves to NY and I’ll be home all alone. Well I’ll have lugg to hang with and I’ll have lots of studying to do so I guess I’ll be okay. I’m 13 weeks no smoking and am so proud!!! Well I guess that’s all I’m going to write; I’m hungry and want to get something to eat.
Mike ttys
Michael Trump 