On the Gold

We started a new segment called "On the Gold" which is basically a chance to talk about Gold Rush, one of the finest and most frustrating television programs on the air today.

That said, we have both been following the show each of its two seasons. This year went INFINITELY better than last year (for real). Which is the ONLY reason we still watching (not down with the time wasting).


This week on "On the Gold" we lookin back on some of the hate we was wishin on Dakota Fred. He's a thief. Plain and simple. Came into this season colluding with that old man who owns the mine. snatched it up from the Hoffman's, and proceeded to brag about the gold he was gonna get in this spot. Covered up a BUNCH of their hard work from last season....only to uncover the shit weeks/months later, realizing that Jack Hoffman was right all along...

(salty old bastard....been spending mad time being old and shit....so he's wise)






anyway....back to hatin.

So yeah...he takes the damn mine, and ends up finding super great paydirt at the bottom of the glory hole that Jack Hoffman had been digging the year before.











....he stole it, and we hatin on him for that. plus for the way he just IS. can't stand his smile.....GAH!!

Dakota Fred....
















You can steal the mine away from the Hoffman's....


















But you can't steal the water away from your house....


and that sucks.

good morning

for your entertainment....maybe?

Subject: did i ever tell you about the time i invented the jelly-bean?

It was a Wednesday

 

Anyone who is anyone in the inventing business knows that Wednesdays are the best days for creativity.

 

And inventiveness (source for this information is still unconfirmed)

 

So it was a Wednesday…and I was making tea. Anyone who is anyone in the inventing business knows that tea is the best for creativity (source also unconfirmed)

 

And as I was getting to the last sips of the tea, I noticed that there was some sugar and honey that had collected at the bottom of the cup. And I thought, “well isn’t that funny…I guess I didn’t mix if very well?”

 

And so I left it on the table, and went back to my inventing. At the time, I was trying to develop a foot massager that would also cut your toe-nails. Problem was, the massaging motion, combined with the sharp nail cutters, ended up turning the machine into more of a torture device instead of a “home-spa” remedy that it was designed to be. But I was determined.

 

Having forgotten that I already took the last sip of my tea, I reached in desperation for my mug (which had a picture of my youngest daughter, who was 3 at the time. She was playing with our dog, Casey, and she was holding an ice-cream cone…I loved that mug).

 

I quickly put the mug to my lips…and before I realized it was empty…a clumpy of sugar and honey rolled into my mouth.

 

Out of pure reflex, I chewed the clump, only once…and quickly spit it out, realizing it was not the delicious tea I desired, but rather a sticky clump of sugar.

 

Well….immediately I was expecting a horrible aftertaste….but was pleasantly surprised when all I tasted, was sweetness.

 

It was about that time that it dawned on me. “I’m an inventor damnit!!”

 

So I put the little clump of sugar back in my mouth…and chewed it again, just to verify that it wasn’t a fluke that it had tasted so good in that first bite.

 

It wasn’t….the little sugar clump, was delicious. My problem was...how do I reproduce it? Was it the warm tea combined with the sugars, and the tea flavoring that made it so good? Could I actually make it again?

 

 

All of these questions swarmed through my head as I steadily continued on the path of making my foot massager work. Several bandaids later…I accepted that this foot massager was flawed in concept…and would never work right…regardless of how much I tinkered with it.

 

It was about that time that it dawned on me again…”you’re an inventor damnit!!”

 

So I set to working on a new invention (as I said, it was a Wednesday, so I knew the creative juices would be flowing).

 

I poured another cup of tea, but this time, I put in extra sugar, and extra honey.

 

The result…was a disgusting cup of tea…however it left the most amazing clump of sugar and honey at the bottom. So I took it out of the mug, and started to roll little balls of it between my fingers…until I had about 3 or 4 of them.

 

So I let them sit for a few minutes…and then proceeded to eat them.

 

They were delicious. The team I was drinking at the time, was lemon.

 

As we all know…lemon is the most disgusting flavor of the jelly-bean world. But the fact that I could tolerate it, meant that I could only go UP from there.

 

So I experimented with different teas…different herbal combinations…etc.

 

The result….was the “honey-ball”

 

A name that was quickly replaced by the “jelly bean” due to the shape of the ball once it rested for a while…and the fact that no one wanted to eat something with the name “honey-ball”. (source unconfirmed)

 

 

 

 

 

The end.

British Cat - a conversation

(courtesy of Nigel Puddingsworth....host of "Factual Nonsense" on kzzy)

 

 

 

"oye"

"yeah....what do you want, cat?"

"have you noticed i'm walking a bit funny"

"no, not really."

"oh no? right...well, here's a bit of news. my paw....its all wonky!"

"Its what?"

"Wonky. Awry. Its not quite right..."

"....that so? Alright....so lets assume your foot is a bit off. what of it?"

"its gotten quite painful if i'm honest."

"oh has it? and why is this the first mention of it? how long you been suffering, cat?"

"few weeks i'd wager"

"few weeks?! Cat....if your paw had been wonky for a few weeks, I'd have noticed."

"i did drop hints you know. remember this little move?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"vaguely"

"right. now then...lets get me in that crate. i hate it, and we both know it...so anticipate i'll be scratching at least one of you. but i do need to see a medic"

"....right then"

breaking all the rules

its one rule, really.


don't write your blog at work



too late



thats right....i just went there!!




(aaaand.....thats enough)


more to follow tonight. pics...movies....from the holiday season...and well mannered frivolity that is the life of a KZZY-er




CHEAU!

Its the late night edition

There is no edition.

its just late.

and i'm tired.

but the good news here, is that tomorrow is Friday. What does that mean, one might ask?

It means that we will be holding it down on wkzzy. Its the way we do every weekend. The adventures could be anything from doing nothing at all, kicking it at the palace, making delightful memories out of nothing.

or we could make it a night, and fill it with events....and things....and more memories. Then we'll upload the deets, to our blog. And you will read the blog and say to yourself "why wasn't i invited to the events?"

because you weren't on the guest list! no one was.

there isn't one.

wrap your minds around THAT people.

on kzzy, we're bringing you shit from the past, the present, and the future. some of the shit, aint even real. That's how off the meters we are!

(yep....they're a freakin band!)





Ok...we out for the night. This is Freddie J, and on behalf of Francis as well....

kzzy...standing for....whatever it wants!!



CHEAU!

Step Brothers

Freddie J and Hazel Tazel are recovering from a night. What does that mean? It means that Crown Royal provided the substance for a night of adventure and memory making (and erasing). With that said, there are certain "life rules" that no matter how much we try, we cannot change, or defy. People need water to live. Crown Royal steals your water....steals it....and doesn't give it back.

For that reason, this post is going up much later than it might normally on a Sunday morning. The Chill Zone (weekend wkzzy) is generally the place where the events of the night are discussed and reviewed. The plans for the future are debated...which ultimately leads us to some sort of conclusion regarding how the day/weekend is going to go.

Not so, today. Crown...you've won this round. But I can assure you that whilst under your magic spell....we  delighted in the joy that has been dubbed (by me, this morning)...."Royally Fucked." (you get it....Crown Royal..."ROYALly fucked.")







And with that....I leave you this. Nay....we leave the WORLD, this.