Better avoid discussions
about politics...I'm a
Republican thru and thru

MEMBERS:
12/06/04 Jay C. "Butch"
Dave H.,
My co-foreman and ARMPIT SARGEANT !!

Introducing
My Armpit Sargeant
(Sargeant in Arms)DAVE

Dave gets even....Poor Foreman Stew

Alright, Dave...
Now you're gonna be a
bald man, like
the rest of us! With one eye, I can split a hair with this gun....

Meet our newest member, "BUTCH"...h-m-m-m,
Do ya think he USED to have a butch haircut?

All crewmembers must
learn the Pledge....
We will salute our foreman,
place a hand over the heart
and repeat....I PLEDGE ALLEGIANCE TO MY FELLOW HARD HATTERS,
FOR AFTER ALL, WHAT REALLY MATTERS,
IS HAVING FUN WITH OUR OWN GENDER,
DISCUSSING GUNS AND DENTED FENDERS,
TUNE IN TO BOND AND OUR IDOL "THE DUKE",
EAT PIZZA 'TIL WE ALMOST PUKE,
MIGHT EVEN HAVE A BREW AND THEN,
TETSTOSTERONE JUST MIGHT KICK IN -- AMEN !!

AND REMEMBER, NO GIRLIE MEN ARE ALLOWED HERE!

MAKE CALE-E-E-E-FORNIA
PROUD!

Pull up a chair and
have a cold beer with me!

Answer the damn phone....
It's John Wayne calling and if you
click on the link to your left,
he'll talk to you about how great AMERICA is!

Ever try FOSTER'S beer?

When I'm old, I'll....
shoot guns in my nightgown....

As long as my allergies don't
kick up, I'm a good aim....but right now
even my gun SNEEZES!

My wife remembers when
I looked like this...

(....even when we're old)

"Are you sure about that?",
said the Red Hat Queen!

I'll pay the pizza delivery
boy, and you tune the t.v.
to a John Wayne movie.....The women are gone
to a Red Hat meeting! We can belch as loud
as we want!

I do believe this boy is
gonna drink me under the table...
and I'll look like a "choir boy" !

Let's watch HATARI again tonight!!

We are the first Crew to establish in Northern California in November, 2004. I am your Crew Chief, Stew Stewart and I have lived in wonderful Lake County since 1957. I graduated from Lower Lake High School in 1968, and have lived here just about ever since, except for a short stint in Santa Rosa, just over the hill.

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OLD UNCLE STEW.....

My wife wrote this poem for me. See credits below)

WHEN I GET OLD..... poem

When I get old, I shall wear overalls and only let her wash them on Sunday,
I will spit on the street just like I always did,
Except I won't care who's watching when I'm hocking...
I will wear my hard hat whether there is danger lurking above or not
Instead of mowing the lawn, I will order the area graveled and be lazy,
I will shoot the neighbor's cats who poop in my yard with my pellet gun,
and sing off-key in the shower afterward,and eat peanut butter from the jar, with a spoon.
I'll drive my wife to the Red Hat Sociey events in my overalls,
and pretend I am going deaf when she complains,
I will wear my slippers at all times in the house,
And sometimes to the store to get eggs and more bacon.....
I'll still bathe daily, but I won't be shaving much...
I'll be listening to my whiskers grow on the back porch,
Enjoying the fruits of my labor, and picking my nose....
....and if I break wind,
I'll just blame it on the dog,
Even though I buried him last week in the back yard when my wife wasn't looking.
Old men can cut their toenails,
and hide them beneath the nightstand,
And eat ice cream straight out of the carton,
And get hernias if they do Yoga,
and have long conversations about toe fungus medicine,
and the benefits of not wearing underwear.
I'd better start doing some of this wacky stuff now,
or people might think I've got Alkzheimer's,
If abruptly, I paint my army jeep RED to match my hard hat and start to wear overalls to church,
never remember to put the toilet seat down and use my bucknife to cut steak in restaurants!

I named my knife "BUCKY"!

(Copyright by Linda V. Stewart, Nov.24, 2004, all rights reserved)

Queen Shady Ladybug, his wife

I will wear a red hard hat
to match my wife's to make her happy!

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