it’s the weekend – time for some flaming nuts!

no, this isn’t about peanuts, pecans, or anything THAT kind of nuts…

…it’s about the boys. your balls. the juevos rancheros. but we’ll get to that in a bit…first, about the flameage.

(no, this is not about being gay)

this was my first “expensive” cigar lighter, as i recall. wait – not true. got one from dillard’s on uber-clearance prior to this but it cut out on me soon there after. anywho, i wanted one that could take a beating as i would be hauling all over god’s creation as i ran about for star tickets, so i go the colibri “xtreme” edition. it’s windproof, waterproof, dustproof, earthquake proof, rapture proof, etc, etc, etc. you know what “proof” it’s not, apparently?

copper-proof. or is it?

in her younger days copper suffered from pretty major separation anxiety and as a result would tear up my shit. actually, i dare say she STILL suffers from it, she just does so from a crate now. notice the copper “customization” on the bottom of the lighter in the left pic…then note how it still fires up in the right.

as for the “nuts” part of this, i have a question for the male readers (yes, another readers poll that nobody answers) –

is there anybody, anytime, that could kick another man in the balls in front of you and you would consider it a fair fight, barring an EXTREME size or age difference?

by that, i mean, if i picked on, say, JAB’s four year old kid and he kicked me in the balls to win the fight, that would almost be fair, but i think even JAB would say, “no, son, we don’t do that”. i’ve always said this is a strict “guy rule” that crosses any boundary and circumvents any other conflict that may exist (i.e. even a rabbi would stick up for hitler if somebody kicked him in the nuts in front of him, even if it were to just yell “oi!”).

anybody agree? disagree? anybody out there?