Sittin', Starin' and Rockin'
 

Okay, guys and gals. We've all asked for it. We just didn't know it! Now, here we go...

Dusted & Fried with The Colonel.

Don't expect your 'all fixed' TGM here. This is down home with Colonel 12 Piece at the Dogs & Suds.

We're talkin'...aw heck...

I couldn't be The Colonel if I had to. But the good news is...

I don't have to!

He's alive and well and larger than life. He's...

THE COLONEL...

And he's here!

Never mind that he is merely a pilgrim (just like you) still on the early walk of TGM. Never mind that he searches daily for The Truth that is TGM. Basic, Advanced or whatever, The Colonel is holdin' court and will answer in his own inimitable way. He is here and ready to help you play better golf and laugh more than a little along the way.

Ask your questions. Bits or pieces...makes no difference. Colonel 12 Piece is ready to fill your bucket!

Colonel?

Colonel?

Colonel?!!

:confused:

'V' Blues
 

Colonel 12 Piece is having a little trouble with his new 'moderator' skills. He's somehow managed to get his post under my header and get my post into a quote. But hey...that's our Colonel! And since I can't put Humpty Dumpty back together again, lets just solve the problem this way:

My Post:

The Colonel's Response:

It is not that I have secret love for the D-grip. It is the way that I have been designed by GAWD. I think my abnormally large man breastusis require that my arms hang in such a way that my palms face my pants. Well come to think of it my palms facing my pants could be for other reasons . . . hmm.

Anyways . . .I was certainly tickled when you posted a response to my many D-grip interrogations. It was the one about the HAMMER. I boosted the hammer from the ole office janitor closet. I have been nailing and hammering everything around the work place with my D-grip . . .walls, proposals, staplers, clients, lunch, receptionists etc. etc.

I have even got my boss in on the act.

"Richard, whu-duh-hale-iz-u-doin'-wif-duh-hamma?"

I'm practicing my golfing motion sir.

"sum-bic-lit-me-c-dat-thang. . . I'll-b-it-am-like-gawf-ain't-it?"

Why yes sir. You see if you take the grip with your palm turned toward the inclined plane of motion at impact fix well you have a 10-2-D grip . . .

"son . . . we-gone-haf-to-have-us-one'uh'dem-ran-dumb-drug-tests-agin."

This should be fun because the only forum that I've previously been qualifed to manage is that one by published by Larry Flynt. OK let us first establish the rules of this here forum. House rules:

Rule 1 - There ain't no rules.
Rule 2 - See rule 1.

Now I hope that y'all will not be intimidated by my colossal intellect, boyish good looks and impish charm. I am here for you. To guide you through heartburn and reflux problems, sour relationships, internet pawno addictions, bad credit, chronic halitosis, toenail fungus, dookey toofus, uncontrollable flatulence, effective spousal golf deceit strategery etc. etc. etc.

Where shall we go first?

The Colonel's Tee-Shirt (Back Side Says 'We Also Flew At Kitty Hawk')
 

This is your brain. :)

This is your brain on 12 Piece. :???:

Any questions? :cool:

No sir. The back of the shirt is SIGNED by the infamous Miss Kitty Hawk a "cultural ambassdor" with a gimp leg and stretch marks. She could be found swinging from a pole at the world famous Tiki Club in lovely High Point NC, home of the furniture market. You wanna learn Throw-Out action . . . try yelling "Stroke Man!!! Stroke Man!!!" for an hour straight at the "World Famous" . . . and boy you can FEEL it.

Miss Kitty, bless her heart, made her ends meat (sorry meet) by fleecing furniture salesmen and educating them on the virtues of well polished table legs.

Unfortunately the fate of the World Famous Tiki is now in the hands of High Point's finest. Sad. So sad. Something about soliciting stuff . . .

Deep Battered...partner in crime..


Next time I take my daughter to breakfast it's brains n eggs with "Texas Pete"...Talk about Heartburn.....


When you makin a Pilgrimage to the Creek.....to be the Guest "Llama" himself?....

The boys want to know who this 1 piece short of a baker's dozen is for real.....

Master of Chapter 10 . . . I shall make the pilgrimage again . . . very very soon.

I ain't eatin' no brains and eggs . . . but I'll watch.

CUL8R and we'll walk like the camel!

learn to "spit like a camel"

dookey toofus?????
 

I guess I'd like to start things off with a question..... what the hell is dookey toofus???????

I have answered this for you in another thread. Others need to be aware of this scurge.