Grandpa did some serious poo in the cold war, worked with the NIKE systems. But he wasn't a flagtard. He served his country, then became an accountant. He did visit the American Legion on the weekends, he liked the dinners and breakfasts there. He was a steadfast supporter of the organization and was well liked. He never saluted anyone, it was more a community thing for him.
He did funny poo with his medals. Made a marksmanship one a JIM BEAM marksmanship medal. He had some hardcore arts and crafts skills. He mostly used them to make the amazon books he and grandma sold bulletproof. What he would do is cut down a ritz cracker box, and use it to protect the spines and edges of the books.
This got them a lot of five stars, and a few expected one stars. Some people just aren't happy.
One of the greedy uncles was pissed because apparently some medals go for good money at auction or whatever. I was super amused that grandpa got to tweak him from beyond.
I got nothing, but hey, I wasn't expecting anything.
The one thing I wanted, I did eventually get when grandma moved to Pennsylvania, so I guess I win. (The B&D toaster oven) Grandma had been using it as a plant stand. She's malicious like that.
The first Stones manager was wrong. The Verve cleared the rights for their sample, there was no "too long" exception. Problem is, lawyers can hold up poo in court forever. No judgement was ever rendered, but the Settlement was pretty bad for The Verve.
Hell, my lawyer dropped me a year ago now, and I STILL have to tell social security they dropped me. I'm going to have to ride out to their office and yell at someone in the face.
Anyway, the second manager bragged that he got more out of the settlement than Jagger or Richards. I hope the porcine golly choked on it.
Anyway, I got tired of listening to the neighbor yelling, so I opened my window and blasted "Redneck" by Lamb of God.
They're quiet as church mice now.
